<?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-1291964230452645591</id><updated>2012-02-16T13:47:11.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm NOT Short..Just FUN Size!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861670821553876404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNeTdsbPGh8/TlacwqlcJhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HCXYh-0NIAY/s220/me44.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>85</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291964230452645591.post-2975447772041948404</id><published>2011-08-25T13:04:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T13:29:34.541-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First DAY of Culinary School..or rather the 'Estranged Brother' of Culinary Schools</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Today was the first day of classes for me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;FINALLY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;After all the "talk" I've done the last few years about going into culinary school, today I officially was able to start! I dont know WHY it took me SO LONG to go back..but I'm glad that I was  able to pull myself out of the 'slump', and get back to finishing my  degree!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I decided to go to SLCC and get my Associates of Applied Science, and afterwards transfer over to Utah Valley University for my Bachelors in Hospitality, with an emphasis in Culinary Arts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I was so nervous the night before! Worried if the other students in the class would have way more experience than me, being asked what I do for a living (aka nothing), or if I had professional experience in the kitchen. So those thoughts gave me a night of tossing and turning...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;(oh and the thought of learning from Utah's OWN version of Bravo TV's host and judge of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TOP CHEF&lt;/span&gt;, Padma Lakshmi..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EbBQ1QJcBLw/TlahZhz2X3I/AAAAAAAAAtk/z_hyz3chNYE/s1600/pad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 269px; height: 363px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EbBQ1QJcBLw/TlahZhz2X3I/AAAAAAAAAtk/z_hyz3chNYE/s400/pad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Boy was I EVER WRONG!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;As I entered the classroom, lets just say it was somewhat of a 'culture shock'. I was expecting potential chefs like I've watched on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Top Chef&lt;/span&gt;, or even the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Food Network&lt;/span&gt;. Instead, lets just say they looked like they never graduated High School. Is this what going to a 'Community College' is all about? I dont remember ANYONE like that while I was attending the University of Utah. So I was completely beside myself with disappointment! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Don't get me wrong, I wasnt expecting fashion models, or Giada de Leurentis look-alikes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e-0EOp937FM/TlafcklJyiI/AAAAAAAAAtc/jpXQy0xpV9E/s1600/giada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 348px; height: 348px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e-0EOp937FM/TlafcklJyiI/AAAAAAAAAtc/jpXQy0xpV9E/s400/giada.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"MOZZARELLLAHH"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I was just hoping for a more prestigious atmosphere I suppose. But clearly it wont be like that at all. So much for 'TOP CHEF', more like 'REJECT CHEF'.  I can already imagine I am in for a VERY LONG semester! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I am excited though to learn how to make meringues and macaroons!! Just not in the same group as the girl who came up to me and said, "I've NEVER baked before...have you?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;OH BOY! (and not in a good way)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291964230452645591-2975447772041948404?l=bipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/feeds/2975447772041948404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291964230452645591&amp;postID=2975447772041948404&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/2975447772041948404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/2975447772041948404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/2011/08/today-was-first-day-of-classes-for-me.html' title='First DAY of Culinary School..or rather the &apos;Estranged Brother&apos; of Culinary Schools'/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861670821553876404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNeTdsbPGh8/TlacwqlcJhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HCXYh-0NIAY/s220/me44.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EbBQ1QJcBLw/TlahZhz2X3I/AAAAAAAAAtk/z_hyz3chNYE/s72-c/pad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291964230452645591.post-5843401134091084662</id><published>2011-07-30T00:34:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T02:00:04.469-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Passion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Recently I have come to realize that I have an EXTREME passion for gaming! No not video gaming, although it is one of my favorite past times depending on the game (PixelJunk Monsters!!) BUT I am talking about board games!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ever since my younger brother Aaron, aka &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;" href="http://rabidmilkman.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Rabid Milkman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, received Settlers of Cataan 4th edition for Christmas 2005, I've grown to love strategy games! Granted it took me awhile to figure out the games mechanics to actually win, I really enjoy the intense competition thats involved and the concept of earning points through trading with other players, expanding your settlements/cities, and acquiring points through each action. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm not here to write a review for Settlers, but just wanting to share where my passion began, and has evolved since then! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Agricola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pcQ7r7vQs5w/TjOqyPhI6nI/AAAAAAAAArU/gf4oKCDyy20/s1600/xp4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pcQ7r7vQs5w/TjOqyPhI6nI/AAAAAAAAArU/gf4oKCDyy20/s400/xp4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Another farming-type strategy game, somewhat similar in dynamic to Settlers, but with a lot more components. Didn't hit off so well with my brother and his wife, but I intend to continue to play it otherwise, and enjoy every minute of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;From there I purchased a strategy card game...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Citadels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-98M1A8-dbE8/TjOrP97ccYI/AAAAAAAAArc/14555yugh6A/s1600/xp5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-98M1A8-dbE8/TjOrP97ccYI/AAAAAAAAArc/14555yugh6A/s400/xp5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;You &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;seek to build a collection of districts worth from one to eight points.   Once someone has built eight districts, the game is over after that  round ends, and the player with the highest total value wins.  However,  to facilitate the process (and make the game interesting), players  sequentially choose a character from a rapidly dwindling pool of eight  each turn.  The characters give players special abilities for the turn. Very fun and exciting to play! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;With this growing enjoyment for games, I became a member of &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://boardgamegeek.com/"&gt;BoardGameGeek&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and have been following a few of the games that have peeked my interest. One of those being, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Merchants and Marauders. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6W1eWxQePEM/TjOqVud6whI/AAAAAAAAArM/V8uSMW1b-s8/s1600/xp3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6W1eWxQePEM/TjOqVud6whI/AAAAAAAAArM/V8uSMW1b-s8/s400/xp3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Its a pirate-themed game, where you live the life of an influential merchant or a dreaded pirate in the  Caribbean. Seek your fortune through  trade, rumor hunting, missions, and of course, plundering. The game  features a unique trade system and a thematic combat system, allowing  for critical decisions and intense excitement. Modify your ship, buy  impressive vessels, load deadly special ammunition and hire specialist  crew members. Who doesn't love a pirate game? I currently own Pirates Cove, so when I read the review for M&amp;amp;M on BGG, I had to add it to my growing collection! I still have yet to actually play the game-just because my "gaming group" so to speak is quite limited-but I hopefully intend to do so this weekend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This also gives me an excuse to break out my Jack Sparrow costume lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most recent games I've been reviewing are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cyclades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_OE8brOPVIM/TjOsdVu7l5I/AAAAAAAAArk/4IcZUh_ysbM/s1600/xp6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_OE8brOPVIM/TjOsdVu7l5I/AAAAAAAAArk/4IcZUh_ysbM/s400/xp6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ninjato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LWDWDiZ19sw/TjOsog5siZI/AAAAAAAAArs/OU9CrqQdH-Q/s1600/xp7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LWDWDiZ19sw/TjOsog5siZI/AAAAAAAAArs/OU9CrqQdH-Q/s400/xp7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(another reason to come dressed up as a stealthy ninja!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quarriors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--vMulIkkS50/TjOt5WV5XTI/AAAAAAAAAr0/VzckUGrRk3w/s1600/xp8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 417px; height: 211px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--vMulIkkS50/TjOt5WV5XTI/AAAAAAAAAr0/VzckUGrRk3w/s400/xp8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just in complete amazement with all the gamers out there who have collected a ton of these types of games and built a gaming empire!! I am no where near compiling a gaming blog, but would like to eventually, just to introduce the recent games I have come to grow and love playing! However, my fan base, I'm afraid, isn't one inclusive of hardcore gamers. I hope to find a group of individuals that can get together at  least once a month to try out a few of these games with me!! If youre  interested, PLEASE APPLY! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am most likely screaming "GEEK" right now with this most recent post, but call it what you may, but youre missing out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291964230452645591-5843401134091084662?l=bipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/feeds/5843401134091084662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291964230452645591&amp;postID=5843401134091084662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/5843401134091084662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/5843401134091084662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/2011/07/new-passion.html' title='New Passion'/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861670821553876404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNeTdsbPGh8/TlacwqlcJhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HCXYh-0NIAY/s220/me44.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pcQ7r7vQs5w/TjOqyPhI6nI/AAAAAAAAArU/gf4oKCDyy20/s72-c/xp4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291964230452645591.post-4269981605195734709</id><published>2011-07-25T00:44:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T01:08:41.181-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Un-COMFORT Zone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm starting to think I am keeping this blog just for my own sanity, and benefit. Its starting to seem more and more like a journal to me, which I've grown up with, and I've made sure to write whenever I was inspired, or when I didn't want to forget a special memory, a specific instance in my life, that I could always look back on and smile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I hope you're not reading this to be inspired lol, because I haven't been much of an inspiration to myself lately. I've always been meaning to make a change, but right now I think I'm stuck in a 'comfort zone' of some sort, and cant seem to get out of it. I've compiled a list below of HAPPY and UNHAPPY things going on, in my life right now. Hoping that it'll make me think harder about changing the things I am able to change, and ultimately move on to a better place. I don't like others feeling sorry for me, and so before this starts to become one of those posts, I will just cut to the chase...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1. My neices and nephew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2. My family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We have our moments, but I really love the time we spend together and the laughs and memories we share!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3. My dogs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4. My friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; (who continue to inspire me to become a better person!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5. Being LDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;UNHAPPY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1. My relationship with God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2. My job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3. My struggle to get somewhere in life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4. Dating-or lack thereof&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5. Knowing that Im in a comfort zone, and cant seem to GET OUT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You'd think if you were able to recognize those things that are making you unhappy, you'd be able to FIX THEM! Right?? Well I don't know how well that works for everyone else, because I've known for awhile now about the unhappy things above, and can't seem to figure out how to make any changes. I think my mind just likes to recognize them, and then immediately put them on the back burner and deal with them later...only later never comes around...but when it does, out of the blue-it goes RIGHT back to the back of my mind where it has been for the passed 6 months. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Clearly I'm at a loss with myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/1291964230452645591-4269981605195734709?l=bipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/feeds/4269981605195734709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291964230452645591&amp;postID=4269981605195734709&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/4269981605195734709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/4269981605195734709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/2011/07/un-comfort-zone.html' title='Un-COMFORT Zone'/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861670821553876404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNeTdsbPGh8/TlacwqlcJhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HCXYh-0NIAY/s220/me44.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291964230452645591.post-5347302456561732146</id><published>2011-06-22T23:10:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T23:26:27.346-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia Tears</title><content type='html'>Its been awhile since I've posted...but I'm beginning to realize that the better posts are the ones that inspire you to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of those moments..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had a case of the nostalgia tears. I most likely made up that word, so dont go scrambling through Webster's looking for the definition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all began this afternoon, when I met a really influential, amazing friend for lunch. This lunch was different from all the other lunches we've had, because it was to be our last (for now.) She has been offered a job in Ohio, and will be moving within the coming week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought she would move. She's been here for the past 10 years. Grew up in Logan, and went to the University of Utah, where we met, 7 years ago. I've always admired her as a person, and she inspired me each and everyday! Now that she is moving on to bigger and better things, I began finding myself losing those memories we've shared, and that I've held onto for so long. As we said our goodbyes, I promised myself I wouldn't be emotional, and we parted with the best wishes for one another in our lives to come. As I approached my car, I started to cry. I was losing someone important to me, and I couldnt handle it. I will always remember the good times we've shared, and hope that she does too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later this evening, I was taking the trash to the street. We're repainting our entire interior of the house, and our couches, which we've had for 10 years, are sitting outside, waiting to be hauled off to the dump to make room for new ones. I lost it again, and started crying. I began to wonder what was wrong with me. I didnt want the couches to go anywhere!! So many memories surrounded these couches, such as the previous homes we lived in, more memories where these couches were apart of my life! We had them before my parents got separated, before my younger brother got married, and before my sister moved away. Now they were to be out of our home forever. Taking the precious memories with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I clearly dont like to say goodbye. I just dont know why moving on is an essential part of life. I just wish time could stand still, and the memories never fade. I'm losing my friends to new jobs, a marriage,  and I am the only one still in the same position I was when I first met them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I dont figure out what it'll take to move forward...I probably never will. Hopefully I can find a way, and find the comfort and love in the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291964230452645591-5347302456561732146?l=bipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/feeds/5347302456561732146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291964230452645591&amp;postID=5347302456561732146&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/5347302456561732146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/5347302456561732146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/2011/06/nostalgia-tears.html' title='Nostalgia Tears'/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861670821553876404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNeTdsbPGh8/TlacwqlcJhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HCXYh-0NIAY/s220/me44.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291964230452645591.post-4274512241247020033</id><published>2011-04-19T00:58:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T01:02:19.584-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 14 A Song That Makes YOU Cry..</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rfxqW9QwOSI?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="480" frameborder="0" height="295"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know me..you know that I wear my heart on my sleeve, (Others  however, may suggest otherwise...) and I like to think that I am  'in-touch" with my emotions. I've been one to cry out of nowhere, either  out of complete gratitude, appreciation, love, heartache, or just  because!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that ALWAYS gets the water works flowing is,  Josh Groban's song, "Remember When It Rained." The first time I was  introduced to this song, I immediately became emotionally attached.  There is NEVER a moment that goes by, that I dont get teary eyed. I LOVE  this song because of how emotional it makes me feel. Just take a minute  and listen to the lyrics, and I bet towards the end, you too will be  reaching for the kleenex. One of these days, I will be able to see it performed LIVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears for YOU that will NOT die..In the Water I REMAIN..Running down...Running down..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291964230452645591-4274512241247020033?l=bipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/feeds/4274512241247020033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291964230452645591&amp;postID=4274512241247020033&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/4274512241247020033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/4274512241247020033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/2011/04/josh-groban-remember-when-it-rained-hd.html' title='Day 14 A Song That Makes YOU Cry..'/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861670821553876404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNeTdsbPGh8/TlacwqlcJhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HCXYh-0NIAY/s220/me44.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/rfxqW9QwOSI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291964230452645591.post-1905734357760016764</id><published>2011-04-14T23:36:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T14:20:54.682-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 13: Photo of Someone You'd Like to TRADE PLACES with for A DAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mPYYSZ4zWnY/Tan5_GAo1ZI/AAAAAAAAAqg/jCbiw-We-20/s1600/orli33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 457px; height: 305px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mPYYSZ4zWnY/Tan5_GAo1ZI/AAAAAAAAAqg/jCbiw-We-20/s320/orli33.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596278874324915602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Shay/Pictures/OBsessed/orli33.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who WOULDN'T wish they were in this position?! You'd think since I have NO CLUE how to swim, I would've chosen a more, conservative photo..perhaps something on land perhaps? I am captivated by the beautiful ocean, and the waves spashing against the surfboard! I've always secretly wished I knew how to surf! It would just be an added bonus if Orlando Bloom happened to be my instructor..since this is HIM riding the waves! Legolas can do EVERYTHING!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291964230452645591-1905734357760016764?l=bipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/feeds/1905734357760016764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291964230452645591&amp;postID=1905734357760016764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/1905734357760016764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/1905734357760016764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-13-photo-of-someone-youd-like-to.html' title='Day 13: Photo of Someone You&apos;d Like to TRADE PLACES with for A DAY!'/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861670821553876404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNeTdsbPGh8/TlacwqlcJhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HCXYh-0NIAY/s220/me44.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mPYYSZ4zWnY/Tan5_GAo1ZI/AAAAAAAAAqg/jCbiw-We-20/s72-c/orli33.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291964230452645591.post-781497287711764738</id><published>2011-04-11T22:49:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T23:09:31.593-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 12 Some THINGS You Are OCD About..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Ok so for some reason, my pictures didnt turn out, so I had to change the title of this particular post (at least until I can figure out how to get the pictures to load correctly.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;First of all, just THINKING about WHAT to write, is making me have anxiety. LOL. Hopefully you wont feel that way afterwards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; No matter how HARD I try, I cannot seem to STOP biting my nails. I have done it since childhood, and have always told myself that I need to quit! I consider it my "tobacco." You'd think they would've developed a patch of some kind for the nail-biters out there..if they did, I would have my entire body covered in them! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; I have to have my hair colored at LEAST every two weeks. As soon as I notice the color fading, I immediately schedule an appointment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I cannot wear socks that have holes in them, nor am I able to continue wearing my socks if I happen to step in water of any kind..I DESPISE WET SOCKS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I constantly use lip balm for my lips. There is nothing worse than a woman seeing a guy with chapped lips-ESPECIALLY ME! If my lips are even the slightest dry, I am on a mission to find my lip balm right away! Cannot stand chapped lips. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; If we ever happen to go see a movie together in the theaters, and you TALK during the movie...dont be offended if I "SHUSH" you. There is nothing worse than people talking during a movie that you paid $8.50 for. If you wanted to talk, why did you accept my invitation to go see a movie?! Please let me know if you feel the same way, just so I know that I'm not a complete and total jerk. Thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; I can only have soup on a COLD day. No soups when the temperature is above 60 degrees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I cannot stand it when someone will send me a text message, and after I send a reply, they decide NOT to reply. This is RIGHT up there with TALKING during at the movies..so if you want to text me, expect to text until we consider the conversation finished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291964230452645591-781497287711764738?l=bipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/feeds/781497287711764738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291964230452645591&amp;postID=781497287711764738&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/781497287711764738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/781497287711764738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-12-some-things-you-are-ocd-about.html' title='Day 12 Some THINGS You Are OCD About..'/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861670821553876404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNeTdsbPGh8/TlacwqlcJhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HCXYh-0NIAY/s220/me44.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291964230452645591.post-3332115095051696491</id><published>2011-03-10T17:31:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T17:38:53.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 11 Pictures Taken Of ME Recently..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm not the type of person to take personal pictures of myself..so when the chance comes to be in a picture, I mostly groan and just oblige the individual taking the photo. There is nothing far more worse than a bad photo! Just see for yourself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ATVvdmCYduA/TXluVRr0d6I/AAAAAAAAAp4/57FlTf3Le1c/s1600/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ATVvdmCYduA/TXluVRr0d6I/AAAAAAAAAp4/57FlTf3Le1c/s400/021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FfAVfGx2WMQ/TXlucusCK5I/AAAAAAAAAqA/RYGkvVf-oAE/s1600/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 291px; height: 388px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FfAVfGx2WMQ/TXlucusCK5I/AAAAAAAAAqA/RYGkvVf-oAE/s400/027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gTy8Q38iBOY/TXluya0IwwI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/flQDqL8WTXs/s1600/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gTy8Q38iBOY/TXluya0IwwI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/flQDqL8WTXs/s400/021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8rGwR_HmeM/TXlvCDl0wvI/AAAAAAAAAqY/SPUA0CdbNUE/s1600/DSC_0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8rGwR_HmeM/TXlvCDl0wvI/AAAAAAAAAqY/SPUA0CdbNUE/s400/DSC_0030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291964230452645591-3332115095051696491?l=bipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/feeds/3332115095051696491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291964230452645591&amp;postID=3332115095051696491&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/3332115095051696491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/3332115095051696491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-11-pictures-taken-of-me-recently.html' title='Day 11 Pictures Taken Of ME Recently..'/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861670821553876404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNeTdsbPGh8/TlacwqlcJhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HCXYh-0NIAY/s220/me44.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ATVvdmCYduA/TXluVRr0d6I/AAAAAAAAAp4/57FlTf3Le1c/s72-c/021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291964230452645591.post-8394082455404159036</id><published>2011-03-08T17:30:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T17:36:54.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 10 Pictures Taken 10 Years Ago</title><content type='html'>I currently do not own a scanner, so I just posted some of the pics that I had from my younger brothers computer. Not to sound conceded or anything, but I was quite adorable when I was younger..and still am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g08LuA5Kt3k/TXbKlZK-2YI/AAAAAAAAApI/kmAl874Gq0I/s1600/me29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 427px; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g08LuA5Kt3k/TXbKlZK-2YI/AAAAAAAAApI/kmAl874Gq0I/s400/me29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NggB_nDfwH4/TXbLCjyK0jI/AAAAAAAAApo/HTBwXVFrx68/s1600/me.0.23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NggB_nDfwH4/TXbLCjyK0jI/AAAAAAAAApo/HTBwXVFrx68/s400/me.0.23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E7Gev601og0/TXbK8_O7MJI/AAAAAAAAApY/Bg4afCSWMEc/s1600/me.0.55.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E7Gev601og0/TXbK8_O7MJI/AAAAAAAAApY/Bg4afCSWMEc/s400/me.0.55.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yW6KFTI9Imo/TXbK6AjXRqI/AAAAAAAAApQ/FEAd-EUfnf4/s1600/me11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yW6KFTI9Imo/TXbK6AjXRqI/AAAAAAAAApQ/FEAd-EUfnf4/s400/me11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ok6aT4ojQZk/TXbLk_aWTfI/AAAAAAAAApw/F3ytqe96SMk/s1600/bros.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ok6aT4ojQZk/TXbLk_aWTfI/AAAAAAAAApw/F3ytqe96SMk/s400/bros.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291964230452645591-8394082455404159036?l=bipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/feeds/8394082455404159036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291964230452645591&amp;postID=8394082455404159036&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/8394082455404159036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/8394082455404159036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-10-pictures-taken-10-years-ago.html' title='Day 10 Pictures Taken 10 Years Ago'/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861670821553876404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNeTdsbPGh8/TlacwqlcJhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HCXYh-0NIAY/s220/me44.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g08LuA5Kt3k/TXbKlZK-2YI/AAAAAAAAApI/kmAl874Gq0I/s72-c/me29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291964230452645591.post-4094534727579783067</id><published>2011-03-08T17:15:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T17:28:18.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 9 Pet Peeves</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Sorry if the list below, consists of certain actions that you find yourself doing, but know that I am able to look past it, because were such great friends! If we werent, then you would know about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z77mtZmcDfE/TXbHddGCTII/AAAAAAAAApA/J-aDI3JTpSc/s1600/me01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z77mtZmcDfE/TXbHddGCTII/AAAAAAAAApA/J-aDI3JTpSc/s400/me01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wet Socks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Expressing bodily functions IN PUBLIC&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Garments showing through a SHORT SKIRT, or a man's SHORT tee&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Arrogance and One being pretentious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ignorance/Close Minded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rush Hour Traffic&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;LONG Lines&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Strangers feeling like its OK to call me "buddy," or "champ"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;People talking during movies that I paid $10 for..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Feeling like you need to carry on a conversation with a cashier while there are other people in line waiting to get on with their lives..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;HOT DOGS! CORN DOGS! UGHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Slow waiters/waitresses at restaurants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I think I've said enough..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/1291964230452645591-4094534727579783067?l=bipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/feeds/4094534727579783067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291964230452645591&amp;postID=4094534727579783067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/4094534727579783067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/4094534727579783067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-9-pet-peeves_08.html' title='Day 9 Pet Peeves'/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861670821553876404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNeTdsbPGh8/TlacwqlcJhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HCXYh-0NIAY/s220/me44.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z77mtZmcDfE/TXbHddGCTII/AAAAAAAAApA/J-aDI3JTpSc/s72-c/me01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291964230452645591.post-5568691818864857387</id><published>2011-03-08T16:44:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T17:13:21.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 8 Something I CRAVE!</title><content type='html'>Some would say I CRAVE attention...but thats not true! There may have been a time in my life where I lived and breathed attention, but I like to think I have grown past that phase. So instead of another post dedicated to MYSELF and the unspoken attention, I dedicate this to the things I find myself thinking about, at least once a day..enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o90fZe4mJDw/TXbAfvEN-vI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/PJ3KNYCTXYU/s1600/cupcakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o90fZe4mJDw/TXbAfvEN-vI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/PJ3KNYCTXYU/s400/cupcakes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cupcakes!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am constantly trying to expand on my baking skills, and the art of the cupcake is one of them. You wouldn't think so, but a lot goes into making the PERFECT cupcake! My friend Jess' cupcakes are what I imagine Martha Stewart's cupcakes would taste like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JGsL5hEJpYE/TXbA15-wV8I/AAAAAAAAAoY/8Lx9ZOMxS2w/s1600/shrimp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JGsL5hEJpYE/TXbA15-wV8I/AAAAAAAAAoY/8Lx9ZOMxS2w/s400/shrimp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seafood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont think I could every have a relationship with a woman who DIDN'T LOVE seafood as much as I do. I consider this a major deal breaker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-adnNb7LAGos/TXbB3kRydAI/AAAAAAAAAog/hfynLghvT8Y/s1600/anime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 427px; height: 341px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-adnNb7LAGos/TXbB3kRydAI/AAAAAAAAAog/hfynLghvT8Y/s400/anime.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture says it all. I love japanese animation. No, not ALL of it, so you can cut me some slack. I am not a complete nerd for anime, but I do have my favorites. Its hard to say that this is also a possible deal breaker for my "wifey-to-be," but it would be nice to have someone to share it with!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MSupZnXY5XA/TWhmmAZzPkI/AAAAAAAAAnw/727GHieRawY/s1600/tc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MSupZnXY5XA/TWhmmAZzPkI/AAAAAAAAAnw/727GHieRawY/s400/tc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qYwRWrsrxM0/TWhNMyM2A1I/AAAAAAAAAlg/uMNENxTyT0k/s1600/rai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qYwRWrsrxM0/TWhNMyM2A1I/AAAAAAAAAlg/uMNENxTyT0k/s400/rai.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iPqwDbJNW38/TXbDi2OhBbI/AAAAAAAAAoo/TNWrlA0DlyM/s1600/survivor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iPqwDbJNW38/TXbDi2OhBbI/AAAAAAAAAoo/TNWrlA0DlyM/s400/survivor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wednesday Night Television!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I would LOVE the middle of the week as much as I have! Its the night of reality tv that I look forward too. I am OBSESSED! My week isn't complete without my Wednesday "pick me up," it seems to get me over the hump to an incredible weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8hkTccpdjhk/TXbE04VqvTI/AAAAAAAAAo4/s8rfYgiDVzM/s1600/DSC_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 430px; height: 288px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8hkTccpdjhk/TXbE04VqvTI/AAAAAAAAAo4/s8rfYgiDVzM/s400/DSC_0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Parties!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I try to look for ANY chance to throw a party! Mostly holidays, but for whatever reason, I always enjoy inviting a group of friends over for some great food and laughs! Most of the time, we play Bunco. If you haven't played this intense dice game, let me know! So I can invite you to the next gathering! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291964230452645591-5568691818864857387?l=bipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/feeds/5568691818864857387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291964230452645591&amp;postID=5568691818864857387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/5568691818864857387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/5568691818864857387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-8-something-i-crave.html' title='Day 8 Something I CRAVE!'/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861670821553876404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNeTdsbPGh8/TlacwqlcJhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HCXYh-0NIAY/s220/me44.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o90fZe4mJDw/TXbAfvEN-vI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/PJ3KNYCTXYU/s72-c/cupcakes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291964230452645591.post-909939452012826222</id><published>2011-03-08T16:35:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T16:42:20.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 7 Favorite Piece of Art</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I've always enjoyed art. Whether it was a particular painting, drawing, or musical. But one of my favorite pieces of art, is by LDS artist Greg Olsen. Forever and Ever, (the name of the painting below) has always held a special place in my heart. Whether I reflect upon the love the Savior has for his children, or the compassion he holds in his heart for each one of us. I can't help but feel the spirit each time I gaze upon the love shown in this painting. Touches me everytime! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FBS6aOrF_jc/TXa-KnkVcXI/AAAAAAAAAoI/qVBy0HdZeng/s1600/jesus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FBS6aOrF_jc/TXa-KnkVcXI/AAAAAAAAAoI/qVBy0HdZeng/s400/jesus.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/1291964230452645591-909939452012826222?l=bipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/feeds/909939452012826222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291964230452645591&amp;postID=909939452012826222&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/909939452012826222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/909939452012826222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-7-favorite-piece-of-art.html' title='Day 7 Favorite Piece of Art'/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861670821553876404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNeTdsbPGh8/TlacwqlcJhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HCXYh-0NIAY/s220/me44.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FBS6aOrF_jc/TXa-KnkVcXI/AAAAAAAAAoI/qVBy0HdZeng/s72-c/jesus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291964230452645591.post-1734104252643637759</id><published>2011-03-08T16:02:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T16:34:27.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6 The 3 F's...Fun Facts About Phyllis aka ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Confused? Well I had to get your attention somehow, right? Well below I compiled a list of FUN FACTS according to ME...about none other than, ME! Its my blog of course, so who would you expect? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;First off..Phyllis..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Not the charming, middle aged, woman on the Office..but Phyllis Diller. Famous actress from back in the day. No I'm not a fan, but rather my friends think my laugh is exactly identical to hers. Go watch Disney Pixar's, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;A Bug's Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;, and listen to the queen ant, (voiced by Phyllis D) and you'll see apparently what they're talking about. Personally, I dont see the connection, but it seems to get a good laugh out of them, whenever I humor them with my charming chortle. Not something I like to share with people...but there ya go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;#2 My Memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I never thought I had the greatest memory, but recently I've been able to relate specific instances in my life, while with friends, and recount every single, intricate detail that happened in that moment in time. Don't ask me why, or how, but it just happens. I've also been the type of person, who would come across a smell in the air while outside, or anywhere in my travels, and recall the FIRST time I smelled that same exact fragrance. Usually they were moments when I was most happy, excited, or had the best memories. Be it freshly mowed grass, the outside air after a spring rain, or the smell of the salty sea. I've only met one other person who can understand what thats like, and it seems unique and unbelievable to others. I don't know how to explain it. But if you happen to experience the same thing, please let me know so I dont think I need to institutionalize myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;#3 Just Keep Swimming...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Currently I am now 30 years old, and STILL to this day, if you were to throw me into the deep end of the kiddie pool..I would drown. I can't swim for the life of me. My parents tried to teach me while I was in 6th grade, and I learned the monkey, airplane, soldier..but thats as far as it got. I never went back after the lessons were over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;#4 Modern Day Stan Lee..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Ok, so who am I to say that I am a "Modern Day Stan Lee?" For those of you unfamiliar with who Stan is, he is an amazing, epic, comic book artist from back in the day, who created the majority of Marvel super heroes. Not to say I have rescued a small child from a burning building or a damsel in distress...but while growing up I would draw my own super hero comics. I actually got pretty involved with it and actually created an entire world, that revolved around a specific group of animals called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Mercury Knights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;. I'm too embarrassed to say this, but the comics are all locked away in a fire proof safe, and most likely will not be revealed to the rest of the world. Sorry to disappoint. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;#5 Home Movies..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;You probably have some home movies that were filmed throughout your childhood, and perhaps you may not. The first time I got my very own video camera was Christmas of '97. I was SO excited! My brothers and I would wrangle our friends into these shows that we would tape, and I'm still surprised that theyre still friends of mine, to this day. It began with CCS NEWS, the first initials of my older brother, our friend Colin, and myself. The highlights included made up facts about celebrities, Nike shoes, athletes, sports, and cooking spin offs. It became a regular activity that we would do over the weekend or school breaks. After I got into my junior/senior year of high school, the films evolved into music videos. We would make up an entire choreographed dance routine, while lip synching to a variety of songs. I would LOVE more than anything to post a few clips of them here, but can't seem to figure out how to do so, without any legal repercussions from my peers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291964230452645591-1734104252643637759?l=bipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/feeds/1734104252643637759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291964230452645591&amp;postID=1734104252643637759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/1734104252643637759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/1734104252643637759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-6-3-fsfun-facts-about-phyllis-aka.html' title='Day 6 The 3 F&apos;s...Fun Facts About Phyllis aka ME'/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861670821553876404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNeTdsbPGh8/TlacwqlcJhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HCXYh-0NIAY/s220/me44.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291964230452645591.post-4160692761780244145</id><published>2011-03-08T15:47:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T16:01:27.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5 Favorite Quotes..or lack OF</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I've never been much of a QUOTE person..unless it was off of one of my favorite movies, television shows or lyrics in music. I've always struggled with that question in a job interview, "Whats your favorite quote?" Mostly it only seemed to come up while applying for a job on campus, and I always thought, "So this is pertinent to you deciding whether or not to hire me?!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I never thought I would memorize something that hit home, by a particular author, playwright, journalist, or poet. Sorry. No disrespect to those of you who live by quotes, whenever I hear something I like, I think, "Oh thats a great quote!" But dont fumble for my holly hobby notebook to jot it down in order to repeat it in the future to my future children or spouse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I know this probably sounds more cynical than it needs to be, but its just not my cup of coke. I admire those of you who live by quotes or are inspired by them, god bless! Inspire ME and share it next time we meet!! I will just have a lot of explaining to do when I meet God and the Celestial MONEY MAKER question is asked, "Shay, what was your favorite quote?" Oh..well..I will take HELL for $500.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291964230452645591-4160692761780244145?l=bipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/feeds/4160692761780244145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291964230452645591&amp;postID=4160692761780244145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/4160692761780244145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/4160692761780244145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-5-favorite-quotesor-lack-of.html' title='Day 5 Favorite Quotes..or lack OF'/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861670821553876404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNeTdsbPGh8/TlacwqlcJhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HCXYh-0NIAY/s220/me44.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291964230452645591.post-619254068679536363</id><published>2011-03-03T21:36:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T21:42:17.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4 Favorite Book</title><content type='html'>So you may think this is "cliche," but it takes alot to get me to read a book. So to spare you any excuses, let me just say that this series has captivated me from beginning to end! I've always enjoyed reading them before each film was released, and look forward to the final film to see how they bring it all together!! I may actually own a replica of a wand..but thats another story for another post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--bpEwB6b0Z8/TXBtfI1EA5I/AAAAAAAAAoA/B39SEcnZ7H8/s1600/hp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--bpEwB6b0Z8/TXBtfI1EA5I/AAAAAAAAAoA/B39SEcnZ7H8/s400/hp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This volume was BY FAR my favorite of the series!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291964230452645591-619254068679536363?l=bipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/feeds/619254068679536363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291964230452645591&amp;postID=619254068679536363&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/619254068679536363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/619254068679536363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-4-favorite-book.html' title='Day 4 Favorite Book'/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861670821553876404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNeTdsbPGh8/TlacwqlcJhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HCXYh-0NIAY/s220/me44.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--bpEwB6b0Z8/TXBtfI1EA5I/AAAAAAAAAoA/B39SEcnZ7H8/s72-c/hp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291964230452645591.post-2279536222041896343</id><published>2011-02-25T17:15:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T19:42:06.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3: 20 FAVORITE Things!</title><content type='html'>Here is a list of  my 20 FAVORITE things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Items listed below are subject to change without notice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1. My NEICES!! I may be a bit biased, but pretty sure they are the cutest little girls to walk the face of the earth!! I love spending time with them!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IIuxSjlurFM/TWhGnIUzh1I/AAAAAAAAAko/8EoH9-sdrYU/s1600/_MG_5950.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 255px; height: 317px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IIuxSjlurFM/TWhGnIUzh1I/AAAAAAAAAko/8EoH9-sdrYU/s400/_MG_5950.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p1Iob-RbCt4/TWhGxCHE26I/AAAAAAAAAkw/FOnbwE-9nmU/s1600/lily12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 309px; height: 232px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p1Iob-RbCt4/TWhGxCHE26I/AAAAAAAAAkw/FOnbwE-9nmU/s400/lily12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2. Sonic Cherry Limeades!! I seemed to have quit COKE and Full Throttle energy drinks, only to now enjoy the wonderful sensation from Sonic Drive-In. Happy Hour is the DEVIL!! I dont see how I am going to be able to quit now!! MUST HAVE "EASY ICE, and EXTRA CHERRY SYRUP" otherwise it will JUST taste like plain nasty Sprite...trust me, Im addicted so I KNOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EBZDFWgfn9E/TWhH_6IphGI/AAAAAAAAAk4/KVdyspzFGkE/s1600/cherry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 308px; height: 231px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EBZDFWgfn9E/TWhH_6IphGI/AAAAAAAAAk4/KVdyspzFGkE/s400/cherry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;#3. My PURPLE Nikes!! I saw these at Foot Locker and HAD to buy them! I have been getting crap from people asking me, "Are you a supporter of Kobe Bryant? Youre wearing his shoes.." No I am not a supporter, NOR am I a FAN of KB..despite the fact that they have his "signature" on them, I liked the color and how they stand out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xJkcgjjlsIg/TWhIpb2txvI/AAAAAAAAAlA/svCngzuY7L4/s1600/170614_596220203061_29000228_33729226_5697253_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 267px; height: 356px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xJkcgjjlsIg/TWhIpb2txvI/AAAAAAAAAlA/svCngzuY7L4/s400/170614_596220203061_29000228_33729226_5697253_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yes those are my actual legs and feet modeling the shoes..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;#4. I could just say REALITY TV..which I CAN'T get enough of, and will probably be stoned in the town square for some of the stuff I am addicted too, but I HAD to post a few of my favorites here for you to see HOW bad it is! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MSupZnXY5XA/TWhmmAZzPkI/AAAAAAAAAnw/727GHieRawY/s1600/tc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 338px; height: 191px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MSupZnXY5XA/TWhmmAZzPkI/AAAAAAAAAnw/727GHieRawY/s400/tc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S-ZSquZY0HA/TWhLgX0B54I/AAAAAAAAAlI/W0hT56N0Y_s/s1600/survivor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 337px; height: 218px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S-ZSquZY0HA/TWhLgX0B54I/AAAAAAAAAlI/W0hT56N0Y_s/s400/survivor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EjtAZYmhSVc/TWhMchJMWCI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/1zmdSvWInvE/s1600/race.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 337px; height: 215px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EjtAZYmhSVc/TWhMchJMWCI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/1zmdSvWInvE/s400/race.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gk-NsYh5IpQ/TWhM02x39UI/AAAAAAAAAlY/eDmdiV9elfU/s1600/rceleb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 374px; height: 227px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gk-NsYh5IpQ/TWhM02x39UI/AAAAAAAAAlY/eDmdiV9elfU/s400/rceleb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qYwRWrsrxM0/TWhNMyM2A1I/AAAAAAAAAlg/uMNENxTyT0k/s1600/rai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 373px; height: 262px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qYwRWrsrxM0/TWhNMyM2A1I/AAAAAAAAAlg/uMNENxTyT0k/s400/rai.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I was skeptical about this new season with 2 completely new judges, and NO SIMON. But after watching Hollywood Week..I think I might be in it for the long haul. We'll see if I find a fav out of the contestants.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;#5. THUNDERSTORMS!! Yeah I had to steal this one from my friend Jessica..but its TOO good to pass up!! ESPECIALLY in the anticipation of spring!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y9MXNmZHyUg/TWhOAOdD9SI/AAAAAAAAAlo/xO56kJCY4MQ/s1600/ts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y9MXNmZHyUg/TWhOAOdD9SI/AAAAAAAAAlo/xO56kJCY4MQ/s400/ts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;#6. ANGRY BIRDS!! I never thought I would be obsessed with an iPhone app..UNTIL this! If you haven't tried it out yet..then I dont know what to tell you other than, GET IT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vpJAEoR2M0I/TWhOiOqfWhI/AAAAAAAAAlw/UMWaUPCZbpM/s1600/ab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vpJAEoR2M0I/TWhOiOqfWhI/AAAAAAAAAlw/UMWaUPCZbpM/s400/ab.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;#7. My 2003 Spyder Eclipse! I love having the top down during the warm weather while driving, there is nothing else that can compare to the overwhelming bliss you can find as the air is blowing on your face and the sun shining above! I never thought I would be so lucky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IBpFdNgivrw/TWhPNFMSZgI/AAAAAAAAAl4/m4FBmD2H8_w/s1600/DSC_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 357px; height: 239px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IBpFdNgivrw/TWhPNFMSZgI/AAAAAAAAAl4/m4FBmD2H8_w/s400/DSC_0002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8. Hair COLOR!! You probably didnt see this one coming, but I somehow have managed to change the color of my hair at least every 2-4 weeks..(sometimes less depending on my mood lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CALE1bDSf7U/TWhTgoZljrI/AAAAAAAAAmA/jTRrKUeUjyQ/s1600/me0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CALE1bDSf7U/TWhTgoZljrI/AAAAAAAAAmA/jTRrKUeUjyQ/s400/me0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9. EXPRESS clothes!! I have never shopped at only ONE place for clothes, until I found Express! Their graphic tees are unique and different, and not to mention I love their skinny jeans!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FHeSYJC3FOw/TWhUVjcJ9gI/AAAAAAAAAmI/MtPExkyWPeg/s1600/xp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 238px; height: 276px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FHeSYJC3FOw/TWhUVjcJ9gI/AAAAAAAAAmI/MtPExkyWPeg/s400/xp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10. BAKING!! After years of not knowing what I wanted to do with my life, I found my passion for food and sharing it along with friends and family! Nothing brings a group of people together better than food! ESPECIALLY sweets!! I am anticipating entering Culinary school this next fall in hopes of expanding my knowledge and technique!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BSOBlJzOChY/TWhVXN6owjI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/GNce9d-sHeI/s1600/DSC_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BSOBlJzOChY/TWhVXN6owjI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/GNce9d-sHeI/s400/DSC_0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Halloween Spread 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;#11. The Ocean! I havent been to the beach in a LONG time, but my heart longs to go back and feel the sand beneath my feet, and hear the sound of the rushing waves gliding along the shore. The picture below just makes you jealous!! I hope to go back sometime soon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Shay/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W8d4cYr_UX4/TWhV8OIwK4I/AAAAAAAAAmY/K7iOwzXhFS8/s1600/trav.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 352px; height: 234px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W8d4cYr_UX4/TWhV8OIwK4I/AAAAAAAAAmY/K7iOwzXhFS8/s400/trav.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Photography. I currently own a Nikon d3300, which is an amazing digital camera, however, I need to get out more and learn how to use it. I love photos, especially when I can be in them!! Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MGYW2c8ox5k/TWhWph4vlbI/AAAAAAAAAmg/x5DyBuDLm04/s1600/cam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 252px; height: 287px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MGYW2c8ox5k/TWhWph4vlbI/AAAAAAAAAmg/x5DyBuDLm04/s400/cam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;13. My iPhone!! I dont know how I have survived this far without a smartphone. It does EVERYTHING!! Granted I have issues with some of the "built in" sounds, but I cant complain too much. Being able to have easy access to almost anything is awesome! I can only hope that one day I will be able to own an iPad next!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qeltF4-4etY/TWhX_SNR_fI/AAAAAAAAAmo/M9QLzg0trqE/s1600/phone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qeltF4-4etY/TWhX_SNR_fI/AAAAAAAAAmo/M9QLzg0trqE/s400/phone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;14. My Family!! We've been through a lot together, but through thick and thin we still manage to have many great times together!! I cant imagine having another!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-91ztuNEzpLQ/TWhYba2PztI/AAAAAAAAAmw/aQU-9MwornA/s1600/Picture%2B076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 345px; height: 230px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-91ztuNEzpLQ/TWhYba2PztI/AAAAAAAAAmw/aQU-9MwornA/s400/Picture%2B076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My brother's wedding 2007 (yeah its old..but this is as close to a family photo we have so far lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;15. 'Dem Pups! I absolutely LOVE small dogs! I have a preference towards pomeranians, and what can I say, I wouldnt trade them for any other pet!! They bring me so much comfort and love whenever I'm having a bad day! I love dem pups!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_VCXAylnfds/TWhZALKXRtI/AAAAAAAAAm4/i5yXTZ4f3DE/s1600/dem-pups1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 351px; height: 263px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_VCXAylnfds/TWhZALKXRtI/AAAAAAAAAm4/i5yXTZ4f3DE/s400/dem-pups1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Unfortunately my dog, Mecee (on the far right) is no longer with us, but I wont ever forget the good times we shared together!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;16. MOVIES!! I have over 10 favorite movies alone! I get so enthralled with the plot lines, and emotionally invested in certain characters that I sometimes find myself crying during some particular films. I also am a sucker for chick flicks...mostly adaptations of novels by Jane Austen or period films. I dont know why, but I love shedding a tear over a movie! Call me crazy, but the ladies love an emotional man right?? Maybe thats why Im still single? Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NFXUU9S1aro/TWhZz8iIlYI/AAAAAAAAAnA/F_64HnaQBiw/s1600/rings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 358px; height: 287px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NFXUU9S1aro/TWhZz8iIlYI/AAAAAAAAAnA/F_64HnaQBiw/s400/rings.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vDrKXTL6IIA/TWhaJnRLmJI/AAAAAAAAAnI/t72TO0-Wyu4/s1600/Inc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 355px; height: 292px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vDrKXTL6IIA/TWhaJnRLmJI/AAAAAAAAAnI/t72TO0-Wyu4/s400/Inc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ehZwSEizsGM/TWhafdADsaI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/-tTJr4OqGts/s1600/sense.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ehZwSEizsGM/TWhafdADsaI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/-tTJr4OqGts/s400/sense.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;17. Chocolate! I am a CHOCO-HOLIC! I cant pass up anything containing my infamous drug! I usually have chocolate for breakfast, lunch and ESPECIALLY dinner! (Not really, but I would LOL!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AuEgWueYGm0/TWhiLB_O_sI/AAAAAAAAAnY/qVxL9u8GZxo/s1600/chocolate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 285px; height: 285px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AuEgWueYGm0/TWhiLB_O_sI/AAAAAAAAAnY/qVxL9u8GZxo/s400/chocolate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;18. The LDS Temple! I confess my recommend has officially expired, and I have yet to get it renewed, but I cant forget the amazing feeling I feel when I enter its doors! My wish is still to visit all the temples in the country, and I still have yet to conquer that goal, but hopefully I will be able too one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4pmgNHdZZKQ/TWhko0MqRYI/AAAAAAAAAng/1kN0xJthN4I/s1600/sdtemple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 366px; height: 274px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4pmgNHdZZKQ/TWhko0MqRYI/AAAAAAAAAng/1kN0xJthN4I/s400/sdtemple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;19. SUSHI!! I LOVE SUSHI! I cant say it enough! I realize most of the favorite things I've listed are mostly some type of food, lol but I can't say it enough!! I love everything about the Asian culture and hope to be able to visit the country and try the real stuff!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNNhpTcWcuE/TWhlM6cH4iI/AAAAAAAAAno/xP6HxclUkbY/s1600/sushi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 316px; height: 324px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNNhpTcWcuE/TWhlM6cH4iI/AAAAAAAAAno/xP6HxclUkbY/s400/sushi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Board Games! Any chance I get, I look for an opportunity to play a board game with people! I even find myself BEGGING them to play! I dont consider myself a competitive person, at least not until I break out a board game then ITS ON!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rWVVm2_gmTE/TWhna3EwWvI/AAAAAAAAAn4/K1bAk_fO3Bs/s1600/board-game.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rWVVm2_gmTE/TWhna3EwWvI/AAAAAAAAAn4/K1bAk_fO3Bs/s400/board-game.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291964230452645591-2279536222041896343?l=bipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/feeds/2279536222041896343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291964230452645591&amp;postID=2279536222041896343&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/2279536222041896343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/2279536222041896343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-3-20-favorite-things.html' title='Day 3: 20 FAVORITE Things!'/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861670821553876404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNeTdsbPGh8/TlacwqlcJhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HCXYh-0NIAY/s220/me44.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IIuxSjlurFM/TWhGnIUzh1I/AAAAAAAAAko/8EoH9-sdrYU/s72-c/_MG_5950.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291964230452645591.post-4046087822562209986</id><published>2011-02-24T14:44:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T16:46:43.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2 Favorite Movie</title><content type='html'>When it comes to movies, I am a crazy fanatic! I have a TOP 5, Top 10 and Top 20 of my favorite films of all time! Definitely hard to pick ONE as my ALL TIME favorite, because each year it changes. So for this particular post it came down too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;img style="width: 429px; height: 257px;" alt="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ESfodwZmuuI/TQA0CeZsXXI/AAAAAAAABKo/tcEQZ8uzBM4/s1600/inception.jpg" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ESfodwZmuuI/TQA0CeZsXXI/AAAAAAAABKo/tcEQZ8uzBM4/s1600/inception.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dont ask me HOW in the world I never got out to actually see this movie while it was in the theaters, but when I saw it once it came out on Blu Ray, it completely captured my mind! I was enthralled with every aspect of the ideas behind the movie and grew to love the characters! After watching, I immediately became fans of Joseph Gordon Leavitt, Leonardo DiCaprio, and Ellen Page. All were amazing actors in the film! I admit I cried at the end, and due to the TWIST at the end leaving the audience to decide for themselves, I still choose to believe that it ended how I wanted it to end! Director Christopher Nolan continues to outdo himself with every movie that he directs! I loved Dark Knight, and have grown to love Inception! If you havent seen this movie, CALL ME!! I would gladly watch it with you!! You will not regret it! &lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Jenna/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Jenna/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Jenna/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&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/1291964230452645591-4046087822562209986?l=bipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/feeds/4046087822562209986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291964230452645591&amp;postID=4046087822562209986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/4046087822562209986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/4046087822562209986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-2-favorite-movie.html' title='Day 2 Favorite Movie'/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861670821553876404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNeTdsbPGh8/TlacwqlcJhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HCXYh-0NIAY/s220/me44.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ESfodwZmuuI/TQA0CeZsXXI/AAAAAAAABKo/tcEQZ8uzBM4/s72-c/inception.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291964230452645591.post-8640839666157760794</id><published>2011-02-23T15:41:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T18:09:14.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 DAY Blog Challenge! Day 1 Favorite Songs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My good friend Jess and her sis and bro-in-law, started this 30 day blog challenge in an attempt to get them in the habit of writing more frequently. Jess told me that I should also get involved! So the first day was to name your FAVORITE SONG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Being an avid lover of all things musical..(maybe songs that some may not even consider music) I enjoy listening anytime I can while driving, cleaning or while working on the computer. I go through moods most of the time, where I prefer particular genres over others. But mostly I find myself coming back to a song I havent heard in a LONG time, and still recalling the first time I heard it, and the memories. I will also look for ANY REASON to compile a mix of random songs for Jess, just to see her reactions haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Its hard to only pick JUST ONE favorite, so I listed my top 10 below! Hope you find this enjoyable, and who knows, maybe it will inspire you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;#1 Poker Face - Lady GaGa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;: Yeah I know, predictable right? Well if ONLY you knew the story behind my infatuation with this song, and NO its not the racy music video. I was having a root canal and was gassed up, and this music video was playing on the small tv next to my chair. How could I NOT watch it? I wasnt exactly in control of my mind at the time. Before this, I despised everything LG would come out with. But once I saw her performace of this song on IDOL season 7, and then again at the dentist office-I became a fan, and cant bring myself to press SKIP on the cd player when it comes on! Call me crazy, but I really want this song played at my wedding! LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zrkQ6jlV78g/TWWSwDI7NMI/AAAAAAAAAjI/tZyFgeHD3v4/s1600/lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 334px; height: 224px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zrkQ6jlV78g/TWWSwDI7NMI/AAAAAAAAAjI/tZyFgeHD3v4/s400/lg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;#2 Born To Make You Happy - Britney Spears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;: This song holds a special place in my heart, and not because it was BEFORE Britney turned insane, shaved her head, and had a complete meltdown and a comeback within a year of eachother. Everytime I hear this song, it definitely takes me back to 1999 after graduating High School. I was a couple months away from going into the mission field, and I was not looking forward to not being in touch with the rest of the world. It was the first song that made me a FAN! And YES I know every dance step to the music video haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pBIA2s7wjww/TWWT4UF3-dI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/vQyfCXJjRY8/s1600/bspears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 334px; height: 256px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pBIA2s7wjww/TWWT4UF3-dI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/vQyfCXJjRY8/s400/bspears.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;#3 Bye, Bye, Bye - Nsync&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;: Oh GREAT another POP song..yeah so I am obsessed with POP music, but its definitely defined me as who I am today! I am a HUGE FAN of Justin Timberlake! But I didnt become a fan of the hit boy band of the late 90's until my senior year in High School. Bye, Bye, Bye was the hit single on their second album, that also happened to come out the DAY before I left on my mission..so you can imagine how overplayed it was by time the night was over. I also know the dance steps to this music video as well haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2DCvP_J1_eU/TWWWXkR2YUI/AAAAAAAAAjY/VrLUOwaXO6I/s1600/nsync.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 334px; height: 336px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2DCvP_J1_eU/TWWWXkR2YUI/AAAAAAAAAjY/VrLUOwaXO6I/s400/nsync.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;#4 Remember When It Rained - Josh Groban&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;: I was introduced to this song by my good friend, Jessica Rogers. The moment she played it for me, I was instantly hooked! The lyrics touch me everytime I listen to it! I especially LOVE hearing the song when its raining outside!! I know it sounds cliche, but its one of my favorites that holds a special place in my heart! Thank you Jessica for introducing me to this classic and an amazing artist!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RPz4DM4NplA/TWWYB0ygEkI/AAAAAAAAAjg/20FdUgYtapA/s1600/jg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 334px; height: 334px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RPz4DM4NplA/TWWYB0ygEkI/AAAAAAAAAjg/20FdUgYtapA/s400/jg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;#5 Somebody To Love - Justin Bieber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;: I never thought I would put this out there publicly, and I can only IMAGINE what youre thinking to yourself after reading this..but what can I say? I have the BIEBER FEVER!! I know he looks like a "girl" and embodies everything that conservative Mothers dont want their daughters to fall in love with, but the song itself has a good message and who doesnt love Usher?! I will also be playing this song at my wedding! Watch OUT! Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AJh0WBwyWPQ/TWWbFyB06hI/AAAAAAAAAjo/9ybYXAxnTnM/s1600/jb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 335px; height: 335px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AJh0WBwyWPQ/TWWbFyB06hI/AAAAAAAAAjo/9ybYXAxnTnM/s400/jb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;#6 Say It Right - Nelly Furtado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;: I wasnt a fan of the Nelly back when she was "Like A Bird." But once she collaborated with Timbaland, and Promiscuous came out, I had to jump on the Nelly bandwagon! The music video itself, embodies everything that I would imagine a hit song like this to include! Not to mention the rifts by Timbaland himself! Lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AO7IWy5yxss/TWWcEhG6mRI/AAAAAAAAAjw/8JXW0O923LM/s1600/nf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 334px; height: 251px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AO7IWy5yxss/TWWcEhG6mRI/AAAAAAAAAjw/8JXW0O923LM/s400/nf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;#7 Forget You - Cee Lo Green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;: I know that the title of this song has been edited especially for radio, but who doesnt LOVE this song?! I definitely preferred the Glee version where Gwyneth Paltrow is singing the hit song, but the original is just as good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zaTKEbAfLWE/TWWdbmDBReI/AAAAAAAAAj4/-dLdkib2rhw/s1600/cl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 333px; height: 333px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zaTKEbAfLWE/TWWdbmDBReI/AAAAAAAAAj4/-dLdkib2rhw/s400/cl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;#8 Burn It To The Ground - Nickelback&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;: You probably wouldnt see me as a hard rock-post grunge type of a guy..but this song is one of my favorites Nickelback has come up with! Not that I am a patron of alcohol, but I have friends who do, and therefore must be aware of their surroundings and make sure theyre safe! Right? Lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8UOo2kfLFXw/TWWfVynQ3kI/AAAAAAAAAkA/cocnncbPlNU/s1600/nb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 334px; height: 334px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8UOo2kfLFXw/TWWfVynQ3kI/AAAAAAAAAkA/cocnncbPlNU/s400/nb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#9 Drive - The Cars&lt;/span&gt;: You may think this is random, but I will ALWAYS LOVE this song! Especially when I am on a road trip, this song will be included in the mix tape for the ride! I find it romantic in some ways, and only hope to share it with someone who can only appreciate the subtle, intimate, soft ballad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ROXFkfzLodE/TWWg-rpyfZI/AAAAAAAAAkI/nFwDtwXwpXw/s1600/cars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 334px; height: 250px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ROXFkfzLodE/TWWg-rpyfZI/AAAAAAAAAkI/nFwDtwXwpXw/s400/cars.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#10 Teenage Dream - Glee&lt;/span&gt; version: You may not be as much of a fan of Glee as I am, but the remakes of hit songs they put together, I find, are WAY better than their original! Hence the remake of Katy Perry's, Teenage Dream! After hearing their rendition, I can't even bring myself to listen to the original, its just THAT good! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VHhCGOP9p54/TWWhWrqZv9I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/7-cMGkFxyk8/s1600/glee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 334px; height: 334px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VHhCGOP9p54/TWWhWrqZv9I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/7-cMGkFxyk8/s400/glee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hope you enjoyed my TOP 10 playlist! Feel free to let me know if you would like me to put together a mix tape for you, and I guarantee, you wont be disappointed!! Make sure you check back tomorrow when I tackle Day 2: Favorite Movie! It'll be a good one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291964230452645591-8640839666157760794?l=bipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/feeds/8640839666157760794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291964230452645591&amp;postID=8640839666157760794&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/8640839666157760794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/8640839666157760794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/2011/02/30-day-blog-challenge-do-you-got-what.html' title='30 DAY Blog Challenge! 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I really enjoy the words Elder Jeffrey R. Holland used during a BYU devotional of January 2009:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;"The past is to be learned from and not lived in! When we learn what we need to learn, and brought with us the best that we've experienced, then we look ahead! We remember that faith is always pointed towards the future. Faith always has to do with blessings, truths, and events that have yet to be important in our life!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I am guilty of living in the past, and especially regretting things I was unable to change or succeed in. Living in the past can be suffocating and ultimately ruin the new road that is ahead. There were definitely moments where I've found myself, almost depressed, because I dwell on things that are now long gone. &lt;/span&gt;If something is buried in the past, I need to leave it there and not look back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I'm not going to mention anything about "This is MY NEW YEAR RESOLUTION," because we all know how long those last. What I will plan on doing this coming year is rising above the past, and having more faith! Faith builds on the past, I trust that God has great things in store for me, and there are good things to come! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I'm going to keep my eyes on my dreams, however distant or far away, they may be! Wishing you all the same optimism this coming year and looking ahead, rather than looking back!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291964230452645591-3613373445494074240?l=bipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/feeds/3613373445494074240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291964230452645591&amp;postID=3613373445494074240&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/3613373445494074240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/3613373445494074240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/2010/12/faith-filled-2011.html' title='Faith Filled 2011'/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861670821553876404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNeTdsbPGh8/TlacwqlcJhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HCXYh-0NIAY/s220/me44.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291964230452645591.post-941446590193039831</id><published>2010-12-26T11:17:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T11:18:40.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy HOLIDAYS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Just wanted to WISH you all a VERY Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!! Hope youre surrounded by those who love you and bring joy into your lives!! Cheers to a new year, and many more blessings to come!! Love SHAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291964230452645591-941446590193039831?l=bipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/feeds/941446590193039831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291964230452645591&amp;postID=941446590193039831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/941446590193039831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/941446590193039831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy HOLIDAYS!'/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861670821553876404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNeTdsbPGh8/TlacwqlcJhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HCXYh-0NIAY/s220/me44.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291964230452645591.post-873454665702474557</id><published>2010-11-10T22:40:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T23:39:01.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Victim of Bullying</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;These days, wherever I seem to turn, there is always SOMETHING I see or read pertaining to bullying, teasing, or about someone committing suicide over being a "victim" of hate. I may not agree with certain lifestyle choices, (i.e. homosexuality to be specific), but there should be no tolerance for any kind of bullying towards anyone because of their race, sexual orientation, or gender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Seeing this new 'hot topic' arise recently, I just wanted to share my own personal struggle growing up with being a victim of bullying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;DISCLAIMER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;I have to warn you, what you are about to read isn't a falsehood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Everything mentioned below, is true, and became a major scar in my life growing up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;For starters, I've always been considered the 'midget' in school. From elementary even continuing into high school. But towards the latter end of my education, the fact that I was shorter than 95% of my peers, didnt effect me as much, as it did, while in elementary. But that was only the tip of the iceberg. Not only was I short, but I had a high pitched voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;For reasons unexplained, (I dont know why), I've always had a high pitched tone in my voice growing up. So you can imagine how I felt as time came to enter middle school,  right when puberty was becoming evident for most guys, just not for me. I still had the same high voice as I did in elementary. As a result, I would be walking to class and all of a sudden, hear some individuals say my name, "Shaaaaaaaaaaay"  in a girls tone of voice.  Obviously they did it to put me down and make fun of me. I dont know why, but clearly it was the "cool thing to do," and no doubt made them feel like the 'big boys' on campus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I'm not going to lie, it bothered me immensely. Everytime I would hear my name being said, in that same high pitched tone, I would freeze up and want to hide in a dark corner, just to escape them. There was even a time that I wanted to change the spelling of my name, so that it didn't resemble a girl's name. It just made matters worse! I was ashamed of my own name! I would look forward to the days that I didn't have to go to school, I was safe! But I couldn't escape the teasing. Even when I thought I was in an area that no one would know me, I would stumble upon someone involved in that "crowd" and they wouldn't hesitate to call me out in public.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;In some ways, I honestly feel this became a major impact on my self esteem and the overall confidence I had for myself. It damaged me as a person. Even today, as I reflect, I can still hear their voices taunting me, and the laughter that would ensue afterwards. I was too ashamed to even attempt to share this with any of my family members, or my friends. Just for the sake of them not noticing, clearly, what those kids had noticed. I just kept it all inside. The sound of my name, eating me from within. It even got to the point where I couldn't see myself asking girls out, or seriously dating anyone. Who would want to date the guy who talked like a girl? There was no hope for me. It was true torture! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;But dont get me wrong, to this day I have definitely grown passed all that! I'd like to think I've become a much stronger individual, just for the fact that I know what its like to be a victim of bullying, and being teased throughout the critical years of my teenage to young adult life. In some ways I feel empowered that I became the man I am today! Even though it may have effected me emotionally and mentally back then, I didnt let it get to the point where I wanted to take my own life. Who knows, it could've ended up that way, had I not had a loving father in heaven who never abandoned me as I would pour my heart out to him to, "please let those kids leave me alone, and stop teasing me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; I can only speak for myself, but I think that everyone goes through some sort of "bullying" in their life, some big and some small, but I believe it happens for a reason. Took me 17 years to realize it though, and I'm grateful that I didn't end up in a bad position because of it all. Yeah I may receive sarcastic remarks regarding, " Why did my parents name you Shay?" "Don't they know thats a girl's name?" (Thank you grandma.) But I love my name! If anything, its unique and definitely stands out in a crowd, just like me! Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Hopefully you were able to receive some sort of strength as you read my words. I just hope that you're able to take something away from all of this, not to feel pity or sad for me, but to be aware of those "bullies" in your own personal life. Don't let them succeed in bringing you down. It took me a long time to realize this, but the only opinion that matters is God's. His and his alone is one of love and charity. I've found my strength in his love, and hope that you can too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Thank you for reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291964230452645591-873454665702474557?l=bipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/feeds/873454665702474557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291964230452645591&amp;postID=873454665702474557&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/873454665702474557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/873454665702474557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/2010/11/victim-of-bullying.html' title='Victim of Bullying'/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861670821553876404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNeTdsbPGh8/TlacwqlcJhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HCXYh-0NIAY/s220/me44.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291964230452645591.post-4192255878614625792</id><published>2010-10-04T21:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T21:07:24.741-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Miss About Childhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  Bottle cap gun fights!! Pretending were detectives trying to find WHERE in &amp;#39;Windolph Landing&amp;#39; is Carmen San Diego! Windolph Landing was the name of the neighborhood I grew up in lol good times!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:34861"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/34861"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=34861" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&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/1291964230452645591-4192255878614625792?l=bipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/feeds/4192255878614625792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291964230452645591&amp;postID=4192255878614625792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/4192255878614625792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/4192255878614625792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-i-miss-about-childhood.html' title='What I Miss About Childhood'/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861670821553876404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNeTdsbPGh8/TlacwqlcJhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HCXYh-0NIAY/s220/me44.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291964230452645591.post-2179548088966548777</id><published>2010-10-03T22:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T22:42:21.359-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The ONLY Conference BYU will be INVITED TOO will be General Conference!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;The title for this post, I saw as a status update on one of my friends facebook walls, it was HILARIOUS!! Unfortunately, only part of it has anything to do with this actual post, sorry to disappoint. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Just wanted to share with you some of the thoughts and feelings, and inspirations I had received over the past weekend while listening and participating in General Conference. First off, I am no where near the religious scholar I would like to be, so whenever conference comes around I always tend to shy away, and find myself busy doing other things, rather than listening to conference. I dont know if its laziness, ignorance, or the rebel in me-I just feel like I am not equipped with the knowledge to grasp the teachings that are sometimes brought across. So in other words, I feel guilty and inadequate, that I still have not come anywhere close to being well-educated in church doctrine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Its my own fault, of course! Which is why I made more of an effort to participate more in this particular conference weekend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Actually got off on the wrong foot, missing the first 2 sessions on Saturday (I was babysitting my neice), and I knew it wasn't a good enough excuse, so I told myself, because I had missed the morning sessions, I would go to the general priesthood meeting that evening. However, my brothers were attending the meeting with my father, who isnt a major part in my life, I talk to him probably once in awhile, but I wouldn't say our relationship was a strong one. I just prefer not to associate with him at all. So right there, was the PERFECT opportunity to skip the priesthood meeting altogether! I told myself I wasn't going to go at all. Then later that day, I had been invited to attend with my good friend and his dad, totally unexpected, but found this to be a blessing in disguise, because I really did want to try and start conference weekend off, on the right foot. Before heading out, I knelt down in prayer and asked the Lord to help me be inspired by the words that were going to be presented, and that their message would help me, in my own personal struggles I have been experiencing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Sure enough they were!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I should've taken a notepad to take notes, but I came away feeling SO full of the spirit and wanting to change my life for the BETTER! I want to be fully recommitted to the teachings of the Lord and his gospel! Each of the speakers that evening, touched my heart, like I had fervently prayed to the Lord for them to do. Their messages were for ME! I never found myself so invested in the words they had to say, since I was on my mission! This was a completely new journey for me and I actually came away feeling renewed and invigorated with the spirit! I thanked the lord for the opportunity to be touched and filled with his spirit, and that I was able to hear the words I needed to hear, in order to improve my own life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I am going to try harder not to take the church's teachings for granted. I am going to recognize the choices that I are presented before me, and choose the ones with the least consequences, that won't deter me from the path towards eternal salvation!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;That is WHERE I WANT TO BE!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I am only referencing the General Priesthood Meeting specifically, but overall the entire Sunday I got the chance to continue to be edified and uplifted to strengthen my own life and strive to become a better child of God, and walk the path he would want me to walk! Hopefully I will be able to hold to the rod and stay on that straight and narrow path and not stray...but I will be more invested now, than I ever have been before! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291964230452645591-2179548088966548777?l=bipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/feeds/2179548088966548777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291964230452645591&amp;postID=2179548088966548777&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/2179548088966548777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/2179548088966548777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/2010/10/only-conference-byu-will-be-invited-too.html' title='The ONLY Conference BYU will be INVITED TOO will be General Conference!'/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861670821553876404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNeTdsbPGh8/TlacwqlcJhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HCXYh-0NIAY/s220/me44.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291964230452645591.post-9125432366862387404</id><published>2010-09-30T16:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T16:32:36.404-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Little Awkward Moments: Dating</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  Either pass gas and she if she has a sense of humor, or is REALLY disgusted and then I would know RIGHT THERE whether or not if she is wifey material lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:34583"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/34583"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=34583" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&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/1291964230452645591-9125432366862387404?l=bipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/feeds/9125432366862387404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291964230452645591&amp;postID=9125432366862387404&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/9125432366862387404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/9125432366862387404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/2010/09/life-little-awkward-moments-dating.html' title='Life&amp;#39;s Little Awkward Moments: Dating'/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861670821553876404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNeTdsbPGh8/TlacwqlcJhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HCXYh-0NIAY/s220/me44.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291964230452645591.post-1933636155775461677</id><published>2010-09-28T21:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T21:32:38.656-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HIGH FIVE for FALL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Give it UP for my FAVORITE time of the year!! The colors, the smell of nutmeg, cinnamon and cumin in the air, (You dont believe me? Take a whiff!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;First off, I'm not really sure if anyone really is following my blog much anymore, so at this point it may just be the narcissism in me, that feels the need to continue posting. But if you are reading this, let me just say thank you for caring enough to see what crazy, zany things I have to say once again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Where to start? First off, I had to postpone going back to school due to financial reasons, the BIG one being I am still unemployed...funny how I seemed to last this long without ending up in a psych ward. I dunno how I do it, I guess I just continue to dream of bigger things ahead, and pull myself out of the day-to-day slump, from being at home most of the time. I am looking forward to enrolling in spring semester and hopefully graduate a year later (keeping my fingers crossed.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;In the meantime, I'm continuing to pursue inspiration wherever I go. Mostly its sitting in front of the tv, watching Food Network lol, it could be worse right? I also look forward to the time I get to spend babysitting Kadence, and playing with her, and seeing her facial expressions throughout the day, brings determination and hope to my heart! I cannot imagine not loving her as much as I do! Lily too! I just dont see her that often. But when I do, I soak it in as much as I can!! They're both beautiful gifts from god, and I thank him each and everyday for the both of them! So much so, that the slightest thought of them brings a smile to my face, and warms my heart! I cant express my love for them enough! I only hope that perhaps one day, I will be blessed to be a father and a role model for a little 'shay' of my own. That would BE AWESOME! lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Who knows, maybe this is suppose to be my training for that blessed day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Theres hope..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291964230452645591-1933636155775461677?l=bipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/feeds/1933636155775461677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291964230452645591&amp;postID=1933636155775461677&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/1933636155775461677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/1933636155775461677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/2010/09/high-five-for-fall.html' title='HIGH FIVE for FALL!'/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861670821553876404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNeTdsbPGh8/TlacwqlcJhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HCXYh-0NIAY/s220/me44.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291964230452645591.post-7437968110514491938</id><published>2010-07-28T12:08:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T12:08:41.505-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Comfort Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  Chocolate chip cookies...homemade of course..BY BIP!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:27788"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/27788"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=27788" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&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/1291964230452645591-7437968110514491938?l=bipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/feeds/7437968110514491938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291964230452645591&amp;postID=7437968110514491938&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/7437968110514491938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/7437968110514491938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-favorite-comfort-food.html' title='My Favorite Comfort Food'/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861670821553876404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNeTdsbPGh8/TlacwqlcJhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HCXYh-0NIAY/s220/me44.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291964230452645591.post-2006950562763417621</id><published>2010-07-20T12:39:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T12:39:58.336-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Would I Survive No Internet for a Whole Month?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  Absolutely...NOT! Its like breakfast..most IMPORTANT meal of the day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:26147"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/26147"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=26147" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&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/1291964230452645591-2006950562763417621?l=bipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/feeds/2006950562763417621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291964230452645591&amp;postID=2006950562763417621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/2006950562763417621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/2006950562763417621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/2010/07/would-i-survive-no-internet-for-whole.html' title='Would I Survive No Internet for a Whole Month?'/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861670821553876404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNeTdsbPGh8/TlacwqlcJhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HCXYh-0NIAY/s220/me44.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291964230452645591.post-4085799051531185071</id><published>2010-07-16T18:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T18:00:29.586-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The World Would Be a Better Place If...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  all just GET ALONG, like the old 80s cartoon &amp;quot;The Get Along Gang&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:25442"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/25442"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=25442" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&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/1291964230452645591-4085799051531185071?l=bipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/feeds/4085799051531185071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291964230452645591&amp;postID=4085799051531185071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/4085799051531185071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/4085799051531185071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/2010/07/world-would-be-better-place-if.html' title='The World Would Be a Better Place If...'/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861670821553876404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNeTdsbPGh8/TlacwqlcJhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HCXYh-0NIAY/s220/me44.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291964230452645591.post-6032355795417140900</id><published>2010-07-15T19:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T19:06:31.672-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Help me Raise money! Grant a wish for only $5!</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may recall a recent post in regards to my recent activity in volunteering at Make-a-Wish foundation of Utah, in order to join their cause in granting wishes for children who are burdened with life threatening illness, medication, and hospitals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am again, asking for your help to raise money to grant a small childs wish who is battling leukemia, and wants to go to Hawaii with her family. Her name is Rogan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rogan is 3 years old and loves the outdoors, and spending time with her family and friends. Even though she is going through treatments right now for leukemia, she still is very active and outgoing, and would love to go to Hawaii, while being around  people she loves! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As family and friends, I invite you to  participate in sponsoring a duck, for just $5 to race in this years,  "Rubber Ducky Derby!" For 22 years this event has been a staple for the  organization. Each rubber ducky that is purchased, will join all of the  15,000-20,000 sponsored duckies which will all be raced in heats down  the Lazy River at the Lindon Aquatics Center. The top duckies from each  heat will race against each other in one final heat for a chance to win a  $15,000 credit toward the purchase of a car from Mark Miller Auto  Group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fun event is a great way to make a difference in the  lives of Utah children with life-threatening medical conditions!  For  each $5 sponsorship, you receive:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   * A chance to win a $15,000  credit towards a car from Mark Miller Auto Group, and other fun prizes&lt;br /&gt;    * Buy one, get one free admission pass to Lindon Aquatics Center,  along with other great coupons&lt;br /&gt;   * Your name assigned to a rubber  ducky to race in the derby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To celebrate the 25th Anniversary of  the Make-A-Wish Foundation of Utah, we are offering a special Silver  Anniversary Duck for $100.  Only 100 will be sold for a chance to win a  great vacation getaway.  As a Silver Anniversary Duck sponsor, you also  receive a ducky in the regular Derby race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're interested  in being apart of this great event, and ultimately help grant Rogan's  wish, please visit:  www.duckyderby.kintera.org, then click on "support  an enthusiast" on the left hand side of the page, and enter my name,  Shay Ludwig, to pull up my ducky fundraising profile. Upon completion,  you will then receive an email immediately following, and the local  office will send you out a certificate with the number assigned to the  duck(s) as well as your coupons to the water park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love  it if you could help me in raising money to help grant Rogan's wish. If  you would like more information, please visit the website above  to read more about the Rubber Ducky Derby, or feel free contact me and I  will be MORE than happy to answer any questions you may have. Thank you  so much for your support, and taking the time out of your day to read  this message from me. Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291964230452645591-6032355795417140900?l=bipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/feeds/6032355795417140900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291964230452645591&amp;postID=6032355795417140900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/6032355795417140900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/6032355795417140900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/2010/07/help-me-raise-money-grant-wish-for-only.html' title='Help me Raise money! Grant a wish for only $5!'/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861670821553876404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNeTdsbPGh8/TlacwqlcJhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HCXYh-0NIAY/s220/me44.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291964230452645591.post-8788662167042187766</id><published>2010-07-14T16:53:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T16:56:58.556-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New DISCOVERY</title><content type='html'>So I've decided to let my passion of food and dessert run WILD, check out my new blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://bipinacandystore.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I will attempt to WOW you with wonders within my own imaginiation, in regards to food! Hope you'll enjoy it as much as I will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(But dont get me wrong, I will continue to use this blog as well for everything else, so dont go anywhere!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291964230452645591-8788662167042187766?l=bipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/feeds/8788662167042187766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291964230452645591&amp;postID=8788662167042187766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/8788662167042187766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/8788662167042187766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-discovery.html' title='New DISCOVERY'/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861670821553876404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNeTdsbPGh8/TlacwqlcJhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HCXYh-0NIAY/s220/me44.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291964230452645591.post-5786594600206696349</id><published>2010-07-12T18:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T18:31:29.039-06:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Could Relive Any Day of My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  It would DEFINITELY be between my first summer at OUTBACK as an Orientation leader at the U, or my first MAJOR concert experience at the Justified/Stripped TOUR in Vegas with really awesome friends! Ahh I wish I could relive those moments all over again!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:24508"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/24508"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=24508" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&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/1291964230452645591-5786594600206696349?l=bipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/feeds/5786594600206696349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291964230452645591&amp;postID=5786594600206696349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/5786594600206696349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/5786594600206696349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/2010/07/if-i-could-relive-any-day-of-my-life.html' title='If I Could Relive Any Day of My Life'/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861670821553876404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNeTdsbPGh8/TlacwqlcJhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HCXYh-0NIAY/s220/me44.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291964230452645591.post-6311542940678073868</id><published>2010-07-07T21:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T21:03:44.705-06:00</updated><title type='text'>That Special Book in My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  The BOOK of LOVE baby!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:23542"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/23542"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=23542" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&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/1291964230452645591-6311542940678073868?l=bipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/feeds/6311542940678073868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291964230452645591&amp;postID=6311542940678073868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/6311542940678073868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/6311542940678073868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/2010/07/that-special-book-in-my-life.html' title='That Special Book in My Life'/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861670821553876404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNeTdsbPGh8/TlacwqlcJhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HCXYh-0NIAY/s220/me44.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291964230452645591.post-667892069677233385</id><published>2010-06-21T23:36:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T00:12:40.208-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Neice, Lily, Turns ONE!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;This passed Thursday, my beautiful little neice, Lily, turned 1!! In honor of her special day, we decided to get everyone together on the Saturday, to throw a plethora of activities in her honor! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;She sported a ladybug "pillow" dress designed by Bev's Creations, and we barely entered the zoo, and she was so excited, that she ended up having a small accident all over Gammy, aka my mother. So as a result she was already set for her FIRST outfit change of the day. Thanks to Tyson and Amy for feeling the need to bring her birthday presents into the zoo, she was able to rejoin the group with ANOTHER cute dress. This girl has ALREADY gotten the hang of it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;WARNING: PICTURE OVERLOAD haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/TCBOVtjDf7I/AAAAAAAAAe0/UZpIJlfUEMU/s1600/DSC_0046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 319px; height: 214px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/TCBOVtjDf7I/AAAAAAAAAe0/UZpIJlfUEMU/s400/DSC_0046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/TCBOV7WbXiI/AAAAAAAAAe8/x0lqzFSVB24/s1600/DSC_0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 317px; height: 212px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/TCBOV7WbXiI/AAAAAAAAAe8/x0lqzFSVB24/s400/DSC_0040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/TCBOW6nI0fI/AAAAAAAAAfE/SiDXvZQYK-g/s1600/DSC_0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 316px; height: 210px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/TCBOW6nI0fI/AAAAAAAAAfE/SiDXvZQYK-g/s400/DSC_0052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/TCBOXDC9zcI/AAAAAAAAAfM/CXfakhtbhVw/s1600/DSC_0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 314px; height: 210px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/TCBOXDC9zcI/AAAAAAAAAfM/CXfakhtbhVw/s400/DSC_0055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Here are a few pics of cousin Kadence also enjoying the different aspects of the zoo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/TCBPIMqZlFI/AAAAAAAAAfU/DRvyHDuAfNk/s1600/DSC_0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 301px; height: 201px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/TCBPIMqZlFI/AAAAAAAAAfU/DRvyHDuAfNk/s400/DSC_0045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/TCBPIcykJDI/AAAAAAAAAfc/FhgYS_Hx1Tg/s1600/DSC_0050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 302px; height: 201px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/TCBPIcykJDI/AAAAAAAAAfc/FhgYS_Hx1Tg/s400/DSC_0050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/TCBPIv0k59I/AAAAAAAAAfk/hU50spj75dI/s1600/DSC_0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/TCBPIv0k59I/AAAAAAAAAfk/hU50spj75dI/s400/DSC_0052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/TCBPJAqlZ8I/AAAAAAAAAfs/af0YrW7x4gc/s1600/DSC_0097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/TCBPJAqlZ8I/AAAAAAAAAfs/af0YrW7x4gc/s400/DSC_0097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Thanks to Tyson and Amy for buying Lily and Kadence little elephants to join them at the zoo! Above, Kadence is giving hers "loves." I LOVED it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/TCBP-s4dXEI/AAAAAAAAAf0/Ddsfq3HBeuc/s1600/DSC_0091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 331px; height: 221px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/TCBP-s4dXEI/AAAAAAAAAf0/Ddsfq3HBeuc/s400/DSC_0091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/TCBP_RPNW6I/AAAAAAAAAgE/anVEdS4sVgI/s1600/DSC_0078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 327px; height: 219px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/TCBP_RPNW6I/AAAAAAAAAgE/anVEdS4sVgI/s400/DSC_0078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Lily and Kadence experiencing the zoo's new carousel! They had so much fun! I admit Aaron and Mom did too! Wish I could've ridden with them, but someone had to take pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/TCBQsb0ZaUI/AAAAAAAAAgU/aMyb5Vhkgzg/s1600/DSC_0120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 328px; height: 219px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/TCBQsb0ZaUI/AAAAAAAAAgU/aMyb5Vhkgzg/s400/DSC_0120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/TCBQstRFLXI/AAAAAAAAAgc/gQHO38MgDdI/s1600/DSC_0077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 326px; height: 218px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/TCBQstRFLXI/AAAAAAAAAgc/gQHO38MgDdI/s400/DSC_0077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/TCBQs_7dhEI/AAAAAAAAAgk/Dmo1Japnnvc/s1600/DSC_0057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 326px; height: 223px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/TCBQs_7dhEI/AAAAAAAAAgk/Dmo1Japnnvc/s400/DSC_0057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/TCBQtNklk-I/AAAAAAAAAgs/fiHFa1Pim1o/s1600/DSC_0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 326px; height: 217px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/TCBQtNklk-I/AAAAAAAAAgs/fiHFa1Pim1o/s400/DSC_0043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I admit I haven't been to the zoo for over 20 years at least..so it was great to experience it all over again with Lily on her special day, and with Kadence and Mary, Aaron, Chad, Mom and Tyson and Amy. There is nothing like spending time as a family to bring us all closer together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Afterwards, we all ended up back at our house for the ladybug party!! I spent the night before staying up until 4 am putting everything together with everyones help, and honestly couldn't have done it without them! I ended up making homemade Vanilla Cupcakes with homemade Vanilla Buttercream frosting, topped with green coconut (made to look like grass) and a red M&amp;amp;M designed to resemble a ladybug. There were also Oreo Truffle Lollipops dipped in white chocolate, homemade Sugar Cookies, and what party isnt a PARTY without homemade chocolate almond dipped strawberries? Thanks to Julie Ward for designing all the ladybug decorations, it wouldn't have been complete without them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/TCBSjN_cBOI/AAAAAAAAAg0/8H66G-iO5ns/s1600/DSC_0147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 272px; height: 182px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/TCBSjN_cBOI/AAAAAAAAAg0/8H66G-iO5ns/s400/DSC_0147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/TCBSjgaSpxI/AAAAAAAAAg8/Xu1FJSM1VlE/s1600/DSC_0149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 271px; height: 179px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/TCBSjgaSpxI/AAAAAAAAAg8/Xu1FJSM1VlE/s400/DSC_0149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/TCBSj6a6kvI/AAAAAAAAAhE/GUQYU_EIJMw/s1600/DSC_0143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 272px; height: 180px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/TCBSj6a6kvI/AAAAAAAAAhE/GUQYU_EIJMw/s400/DSC_0143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/TCBSkrySwaI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Ftl26xVlWcg/s1600/DSC_0145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 272px; height: 181px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/TCBSkrySwaI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Ftl26xVlWcg/s400/DSC_0145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Everyone had so much fun celebrating Lilys special day, and I had fun helping Mary and Aaron bring it all together! There is nothing like spending time with family and friends and partaking  AWESOME food..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;(that I prepared of course lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Already looking forward to her 2nd birthday!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/1291964230452645591-667892069677233385?l=bipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/feeds/667892069677233385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291964230452645591&amp;postID=667892069677233385&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/667892069677233385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/667892069677233385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/2010/06/beautiful-neice-lily-turns-one.html' title='Beautiful Neice, Lily, Turns ONE!!'/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861670821553876404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNeTdsbPGh8/TlacwqlcJhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HCXYh-0NIAY/s220/me44.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/TCBOVtjDf7I/AAAAAAAAAe0/UZpIJlfUEMU/s72-c/DSC_0046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291964230452645591.post-5853586635475464511</id><published>2010-05-10T23:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T00:15:01.415-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I always loved the quote "God couldn't be everywhere, that's why he created mothers'."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Ok, may sound strange, but I just wanted to dedicate this post a wonderful, amazing, unselfish woman I have had the pleasure to call MOM..(my mom!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I always try to go out of my way to make it a special day for her, especially for all that she does for me and my other brothers and sister. We shouldn't need a holiday to recognize all the sacrifice, hard work and love that mother's do, it should be recognized each and everyday! But I know that for myself, I sometimes get wrapped up in my daily life that I forget to show how much I love and appreciate her! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Yesterday we had the LUDWIG family first annual BRUNCH-OFF! Consider it the Top Chef of BRAVO, or CHOPPED on Food Network (except without the elimination.) It was my mom's decision to have the guys team up in 2 teams and cook for her, my sister, and my sister-in-law and Kadence and Lily. What a great idea to do something special for 5 beautiful ladies in our lives, right? I thought so too! So I of course, was determined to blow the competition out of the water! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;My dish was angel food french toast, complete with streusal topped blueberry muffins and an orange, strawberry, banana smoothie. Thats FINE dining right there! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Unfortunately due to the intense heat and competition in the kitchen, I didnt get a chance to take a picture of the awesome spread that was put out by myself and the other cooks. Lets just sum it up by saying, it was devoured by the mother's and some even craving seconds!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Next came the unveiling of the gift we had all planned out for my mom. We were able to get a wonderful photographer to take pictures of my beautiful neices at Gardner Village. It was so much fun! My mom started crying immediately when presented with the end results, framed and ready to display. I took the emotion as a job well done! What can I say? I have a knack for these things! Below are the pictures that are my absolute favorite in the bunch! It was difficult to only pic a few to frame, but I think we did it justice! Thanks Amy Nichole photography for taking such amazing photos, (not to mention, chasing Kadence and capturing shots while in motion.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/S-jynD7nIxI/AAAAAAAAAeM/uAg4nRaatmM/s1600/Lily03bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 315px; height: 211px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/S-jynD7nIxI/AAAAAAAAAeM/uAg4nRaatmM/s400/Lily03bw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/S-jyjgqo2fI/AAAAAAAAAeE/OUdeVWBS2ZY/s1600/DSC_0661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 318px; height: 212px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/S-jyjgqo2fI/AAAAAAAAAeE/OUdeVWBS2ZY/s400/DSC_0661.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/S-jyeUnc1qI/AAAAAAAAAd8/nkSLxQD1B8o/s1600/DSC_0619.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 315px; height: 210px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/S-jyeUnc1qI/AAAAAAAAAd8/nkSLxQD1B8o/s400/DSC_0619.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/S-jyWCzcq9I/AAAAAAAAAds/S7aoy8xZjAQ/s1600/DSC_0616.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 315px; height: 210px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/S-jyWCzcq9I/AAAAAAAAAds/S7aoy8xZjAQ/s400/DSC_0616.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/S-jyNTKNvJI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Eee8EQ3fuTU/s1600/DSC_0599.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 313px; height: 208px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/S-jyNTKNvJI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Eee8EQ3fuTU/s400/DSC_0599.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/S-j1G-8aMfI/AAAAAAAAAec/TRgY6K87oJY/s1600/Kade01bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 313px; height: 208px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/S-j1G-8aMfI/AAAAAAAAAec/TRgY6K87oJY/s400/Kade01bw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Now that I've outdone myself this year, I best start thinking about what to do for next year...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291964230452645591-5853586635475464511?l=bipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/feeds/5853586635475464511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291964230452645591&amp;postID=5853586635475464511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/5853586635475464511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/5853586635475464511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/2010/05/nothahh-mothah.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861670821553876404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNeTdsbPGh8/TlacwqlcJhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HCXYh-0NIAY/s220/me44.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/S-jynD7nIxI/AAAAAAAAAeM/uAg4nRaatmM/s72-c/Lily03bw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291964230452645591.post-5926287209676223666</id><published>2010-04-30T19:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T20:05:42.993-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dollars for Ducks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Quack, Quack ladies and gents!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Just wanted to let you all know that I recently became a volunteer at the Make-A-Wish foundation of Utah! In case you don't know, they are a wonderful charity organization, dedicated to granting wishes for children with life threatening illnesses.  One of their fundraising events, the Ducky Derby, will be held in August! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;This is a SHOUT OUT to everyone reading this, I would love it if you could purchase a $5 rubber ducky through me, or buy 6 ducks for $25,  and you can enter it for a chance to win a car!! Not a toy car, a REAL car from Mark Miller Toyota! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;The event will be held at the Lindon Aquatic Center, and we will race the ducks down their lazy river, and it will be tons of fun! I will post more information as it becomes available, as well as a link to a website where you can purchase your rubber ducks, through me! For every 25 ducks sold, I get one donated in my name, to enter the race! That is a STEAL OF A DEAL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I would love to have everyone take the opportunity to donate to this wonderful cause, and granting a child's dream to come true! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;(Mine too, if my duck wins the car! LOL) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291964230452645591-5926287209676223666?l=bipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/feeds/5926287209676223666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291964230452645591&amp;postID=5926287209676223666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/5926287209676223666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/5926287209676223666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/2010/04/dollars-for-ducks.html' title='Dollars for Ducks!'/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861670821553876404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNeTdsbPGh8/TlacwqlcJhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HCXYh-0NIAY/s220/me44.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291964230452645591.post-2399931284177386675</id><published>2010-02-25T00:29:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T01:39:27.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Magic 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;I recently came upon a great post,  (Thanks Jess!) which re-invigorated my blogging flame and to finally 'attempt' to kick my recent BLOGGER absence. Mine most likely will not be as gr-8 as her's, but a guy can try, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;The post is dedicated to the 8 things that I am LOVING right now! Hence, what I call, MY MAGIC 8!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;My Neices!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/S4YoLPefTxI/AAAAAAAAAb0/DlIsv0ZsvQI/s1600-h/121_121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 312px; height: 208px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/S4YoLPefTxI/AAAAAAAAAb0/DlIsv0ZsvQI/s400/121_121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Since I left my recent job at the Post Office last October, I have had a LOT of free time on my hands, and it has given me the opportunity to spend more time with my neice, Kadence. Every minute of the day I spend with her, she never ceases to amaze me! I love watching her discover new things and most recently, started to say my dog's names. She always brightens my day and I look forward to hanging out with her every week that I can!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/S4Yph6uyu2I/AAAAAAAAAb8/wd5hNI9Iris/s1600-h/lily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 292px; height: 239px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/S4Yph6uyu2I/AAAAAAAAAb8/wd5hNI9Iris/s400/lily.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;My other neice, Lily, I don't get to spend as much time with, just because Aaron and Mary live in Happy Valley, and Aaron is always working hard in school, as an animation major at BYU-and working. Mary is such a great mom, and I love catching up on the latest about Lily. Lily has the most infectious smile, and I love opening my mouth real wide and smiling at her, and she never fails to smile back. I wish I could spend as much time with her, as I do with Kadence, but those short minutes I get with her, I truly cherish!! I cannot wait to see her grow older and discover BLUES CLUES!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/S4YrWsOtslI/AAAAAAAAAcE/v0p2Y58p6MU/s1600-h/apolo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 261px; height: 245px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/S4YrWsOtslI/AAAAAAAAAcE/v0p2Y58p6MU/s400/apolo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;I always get upset when its 'that time of year' when the Olympics are on NBC, just because I have to wait a whole 3 weeks for my favorite TV shows to come back on air, but this year I found myself completely obsessed with this year's Olympics! My most favorite athlete have to be Apolo Anton Ohno, and Shani Davis. Both speedskaters, came away with medals in this years Olympics. I have a reputation of hating winter in general, but I seriously think Short Track Speedskating is my favorite winter sport!! If I could skate at all, let alone on ice, I probably would-but since God has other plans for me, I enjoy watching both of these athletes conquer the ice!! Shani is new to me this year, but I am a HUGE fan of Apolo's! I loved watching him on Dancing with the Star's, and ended up on the same flight home, as him from Colorado..(but I didn't want to be one of "those fans" that makes the 2 hour flight unbearable, so I never spoke to him.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/S4YsNXC6Y8I/AAAAAAAAAcM/ONmUAZtRt-w/s1600-h/shani.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 280px; height: 193px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/S4YsNXC6Y8I/AAAAAAAAAcM/ONmUAZtRt-w/s400/shani.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Shani Davis is the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" id="main" &gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="search"&gt;the first African American to qualify for the US Olympic Short Track Speedskating Team&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;. This year is the first year I have watched him compete, and let me tell you that he is an amazing athlete!! I have grown to admire both these great athletes, and find myself hoping to be able to meet them one day (they both live together just down the street from my house! Can you say...LUCKY?) Just watching this year's Olympics, I have grown to appreciate having a dream and knowing that, with determination, anyone CAN achieve the impossible! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;My new CAR!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/S4YwAePnu7I/AAAAAAAAAcU/AQ3JCvsRSDQ/s1600-h/DSC_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 303px; height: 203px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/S4YwAePnu7I/AAAAAAAAAcU/AQ3JCvsRSDQ/s400/DSC_0002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Ok, so its not NEW...but still this is the first time in my entire life that I have FINALLY gotten the chance to own and drive a GT convertible! I have always wanted a convertible ever since I can remember, and cannot wait til it warms up so I can officially drop the top!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/S4YxQz8vESI/AAAAAAAAAck/l-Hf-X537QA/s1600-h/avatar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 249px; height: 348px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/S4YxQz8vESI/AAAAAAAAAck/l-Hf-X537QA/s400/avatar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;If you haven't yet seen James Cameron's, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;AVATAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;, you are definitely missing out!! I have seen it twice now, in 3-D on the IMAX, and can't get over how visually stunning the movie is! The movie is able to transport you to a place where the surrounding beauty alone is awe inspiring! Not to mention the entire story is unbelievably gut wrenching! I admit, I did cry while watching it, but that was a GOOD thing!! If you haven't seen it yet, I suggest you go right now!! You won't regret it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/S4YzMAGK3HI/AAAAAAAAAcs/ULs0h-MBkaY/s1600-h/lost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/S4YzMAGK3HI/AAAAAAAAAcs/ULs0h-MBkaY/s400/lost.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;I don't even have the words to describe it being 'THE' Final Season, just because I have looked forward to every new year, just because of each NEW season of LOST starting, but now they're in their 6th and FINAL season and questions are beginning to be answered!! I have waited 5 years for these answers, and now for the moment of truth to come-it will ALL BE OVER!! I have grown to love the island and found myself wishing to be apart of its mysteries! I even still find myself missing Charlie and Juliette...so hopefully my dedication will be well worth it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/S4Y05udV_tI/AAAAAAAAAc0/BNibmK75Aj0/s1600-h/cam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 221px; height: 251px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/S4Y05udV_tI/AAAAAAAAAc0/BNibmK75Aj0/s400/cam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;This passed Christmas present to me...from me...was a bran new NIKON D3000. I am still learning how to use it, but I am looking forward to this spring when I will be able to get out and start taking pictures, especially of my beautiful neices, and of course..myself, (you think I'm kidding, but sadly I'm not.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291964230452645591-2399931284177386675?l=bipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/feeds/2399931284177386675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291964230452645591&amp;postID=2399931284177386675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/2399931284177386675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/2399931284177386675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-magic-8.html' title='My Magic 8'/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861670821553876404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNeTdsbPGh8/TlacwqlcJhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HCXYh-0NIAY/s220/me44.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/S4YoLPefTxI/AAAAAAAAAb0/DlIsv0ZsvQI/s72-c/121_121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291964230452645591.post-2040815832617445565</id><published>2009-12-14T11:29:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T11:32:33.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How FINE was '09?</title><content type='html'>So below I posted a remix of the memorable moments of 2009, REMIX style...hope you enjoy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vh1.com/video/play.jhtml?vid=461451"&gt;2009: The Song by DJ Steve Porter&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291964230452645591-2040815832617445565?l=bipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/feeds/2040815832617445565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291964230452645591&amp;postID=2040815832617445565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/2040815832617445565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/2040815832617445565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/2009/12/how-fine-was-09.html' title='How FINE was &apos;09?'/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861670821553876404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNeTdsbPGh8/TlacwqlcJhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HCXYh-0NIAY/s220/me44.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291964230452645591.post-7620448998101909425</id><published>2009-11-11T17:13:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T17:34:29.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Witty One-GUY Liners</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;After my recent post, I understand it may have been a little too negative..but come on, dont we all have "those" days?? Anyway so I decided to copy this list, complete with ONE WORD answers...trust me, it was hard even for me. I was inspired from a post off of a good friends' blog (thanks RaeLynn!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though she didn't tag me, all is forgiven. I will make sure to get her back later. Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;1. Where is your cell phone? Present&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;2. Your hair? Steps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;3. Your mother? Giving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;4. Your father? Heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;5. Your favorite food? Sushi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;6. Your dream last night? Stimulating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;7. Your favorite drink? Coke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;8. Your dream/goal? Marriage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;9. What room are you in? Basement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;10. Your hobby? Desserts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;11. Your fear? Drowning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;12. Where do you want to be in six years? Married!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;13. Where were you last night? Basement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;14. Something you aren’t? Selfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;15. Muffins? Please!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;16. Wish list item? Pomeranian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;17. Where did you grow up? Utah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;18. Last thing you did? Text'd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;19. What are you wearing? Aeropostale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;20. TV? TOP CHEF...(ok so that wasn't really one word...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;21. Your pets? Pomeranians&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;22. Your friends? Inspiring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;23. Your life? Challenging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;24. Your mood? Optimistic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;25. Missing someone? Neices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;26. Vehicle? Dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;27. Something you’re not wearing? Shades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;28. Your favorite store? Express&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;29. Your favorite color? Blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;30. When was the last time you laughed? Hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;31. When was the last time you cried? Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;32. Your best friend? Gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;33. One place that you go over and over? Future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;34. One person who e-mails me regularly? Priceline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;35. Favorite place to eat? Red Lob!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;If you JUST got through this, CONGRATULATIONS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Now youre mission: Copy the list and post your responses!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291964230452645591-7620448998101909425?l=bipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/feeds/7620448998101909425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291964230452645591&amp;postID=7620448998101909425&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/7620448998101909425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/7620448998101909425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/2009/11/after-my-recent-post-i-understand-it.html' title='Witty One-GUY Liners'/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861670821553876404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNeTdsbPGh8/TlacwqlcJhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HCXYh-0NIAY/s220/me44.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291964230452645591.post-3692964619853867947</id><published>2009-11-03T23:17:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T00:13:02.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Week EN-RAGE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This post will be filled with hate,&lt;br /&gt;frustration, disdain, and anger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAPITAL letters will be in abundance,&lt;br /&gt;only to emphasize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; said ENRAGE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;ITS BACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Like you needed another post dedicated to everything that has annoyed, frustrated, bothered, disgusted, nauseated, or chilled me to the BONE this week! Probably one of the many reasons why I won't make it into the Emerald City above, but if I strike humor into the hearts of men and make their "dismal" lives not as dismal after reading this...I think I will be forgiven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Now for starters...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Handicapped Stickers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes I said it! THE -H-WORD! Not that I despise senior citizens who get the golden ticket to front row parking spots everywhere, but there has got to be a point in life where you finally realize how 'disabled' you've become. I never thought in my entire life that I would be the lucky owner of said sticker, but to only be 28 years of age??? SOMETHING HAS TO BE SERIOUSLY WRONG WITH ME!! So being a proud owner, I officially parked in the handicapped parking one night at the SMITH's grocery store, only to be accosted upon exiting my vehicle by a woman next to me, "Do you mind moving your car please? My husband is paralyzed and theres no room for him to get out because youre parked here..." she says. I proceeded to look around me, only to  see that there were SEVERAL open spots next to her, and that she WANTED me to move?!  "You're not even handicapped..." she begins to tell me. "OH GOSH DARNIT, YOU FOUND ME OUT! GUESS I BETTER MOVE BEFORE YOU CALL THE COPS ON ME," I thought to myself-only to tell her about my congenital bone disease, that I have a legitimate sticker to allow me to park there, and if she had x-ray vision she would've seen the hardware holding me in place. BUT being the Christ-like person that I am, I moved my car. Only to feel EXTREMELY hateful and utter disdain for that woman, wanting to go back out to her car and tell her how I really feel...but there was sunshine in my soul that day, so I decided to wish her and her paralyzed spouse all the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Halloween Trick-or-Treaters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I love Halloween! The decorating, dressing up and throwing my annual Halloween-Costume Bunko party every year! But the one thing that upsets me is the fact that some people think its completely okay, to trick-or-treat over the age of 16! I was lucky this year that I was gone the entire night, but seriously though-for high school age kids to come to your door, not even in costume, with a pillow case wanting a hand out...there was NO WAY I would've attempted that back in high school! The other thing is when a house has turned off all their lights-obviously indicating that they weren't "participating" or have run out of the good stuff altogether, but that people STILL go up and knock on the door and ring the doorbell several times and not catching on...give me a freaking break!! ITS A RULE!! And if its not..its somehow managed to carry on throughout time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THE NEXT IRON CHEF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;For those of you that haven't watched this on the Food Network, you're missing out! I'm not going to go into the details, but this week they decided to eliminate MY FAVORITE competitor, one who I was certain would be THE NEXT IRON CHEF, but when they chose him to leave the competition, I hit the roof! I am still mad just thinking about it...I probably won't continue watching the show anymore because of it. COMPLETELY RUINED MY WEEK! THANKS FOOD NETWORK! After one who has devoted his precious time to a reality show, only to be given the shaft halfway through is aggravating!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Hope you all feel as frustrated as I did this past week...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1291964230452645591-3692964619853867947?l=bipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/feeds/3692964619853867947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291964230452645591&amp;postID=3692964619853867947&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/3692964619853867947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/3692964619853867947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-week-en-rage.html' title='This Week EN-RAGE!'/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861670821553876404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNeTdsbPGh8/TlacwqlcJhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HCXYh-0NIAY/s220/me44.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291964230452645591.post-7395065931257049144</id><published>2009-10-12T12:04:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T18:41:46.273-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Found Strength</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;After this past General Conference, I've been wanting to become more spiritual, and giving more of my time to the lord. These past few months, I've been so caught up in the world and whats going on around me, that I lost focus in what really matters. Being spiritually uplifted, and renewed after Conference, really made me want to change myself for the better, and do something more! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I jumped onto my computer today, ready to hit the "everyday to-do list" when I noticed the computer was already logged into my mom's homepage, where the LDS website was pulled up. As I attempted to log out, I glanced to the left sidebar and noticed a message from President Thomas S. Monson from the October Ensign, entitled '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Finding Strength Through Obedience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Now strength was something I have been praying about for the last few months, and I haven't really felt like I was receiving an answer. I attempted to read this particular message. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;He mentioned the importance of searching for our "FOUNTAIN OF TRUTH" rather than focusing on the worlds "fountain of youth." He continued to share that, "strength can be found from keeping the commandments, and that obedience was paraphrased by Jesus to Peter at Galilee, when he said, “Follow me.” To Philip came the same instruction, “Follow me.” And to the publican Levi, who was sitting at receipt of customs, came the beckoning call, “Follow me.” Even to one who came running after him, one who had great possessions, came the words, “Follow me.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;And to you and to me that same voice, this same Jesus, says, “Follow me.” Are we willing to obey?" President Monson then recounted a modern day example, where in the end he says,  "His strength came from obedience." After I read that last phrase, I was immediately overcome by the spirit, and started to cry. I admit that recently, I haven't been as obedient as I could've been, but just reading this article I felt like it was an answer to my prayers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I've never been one to receive spiritual moments on a day to day basis, but to feel like I am worthy enough to receive insight and inspiration such as that, I feel like I have enough strength to be more obedient, and give more of my time to the lord everyday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I've always tried my best to live by the scripture in Joshua, 24:15 where he says &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;'As for me and my house, we will serve the Lord.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;No matter what the opposition, somehow that scripture always manages to put me back on the straight and narrow and help me refocus. I am so grateful that I am worthy enough to receive such a spiritual gift!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291964230452645591-7395065931257049144?l=bipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/feeds/7395065931257049144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291964230452645591&amp;postID=7395065931257049144&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/7395065931257049144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/7395065931257049144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-found-strength.html' title='New Found Strength'/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861670821553876404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNeTdsbPGh8/TlacwqlcJhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HCXYh-0NIAY/s220/me44.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291964230452645591.post-1080559368629463351</id><published>2009-09-12T01:08:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T01:22:02.599-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the Blog Saddle Again...well Maybe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;So for those of you who take the time out of your busy, hectic, VIP lives to read my "inspiring" words of encouragement, excitement and wonder allow me to offer my gratitude! As you have noticed it has been awhile since my last post, and a lot has transpired over the past 4 months-but unfortunately this post is not going to cover everything that has occurred. Sorry. Let me just sum it all up by saying I've felt like I was sucked into a class 5 tornado and just barely landed back on the cold, solid earth-HARD! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I don't know where my life will take me from here. I wake up every morning literally regretting whats in store. All sense of joy and excitement I had for those "new" experiences have left me with so much disappointment, that I don't care for them anymore.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;The only bit of hope I have left resides in the faith that I hold in my lord and savior. Even when there are those moments of fear and doubt that I am all alone, I know that he is there with me dealing with those challenges that I am faced with everyday. There have been many times I have just wanted to throw in the towel and give up altogether, but there is still some strength left in me to 'keep on trucking.' I know what I need to do, but I can't seem to find the motivation to just do it. I have been so comfortable lately in my uninspiring bubble, that doing something different feels like too much work. Its either keep taking the boo-boo train or get off and start walking. Not sure where the road will lead, but I need to take the risk of finding out. I am ready for that sense of accomplishment and success that I have dreamed of in the past, but if I keep procrastinating, that moment probably will evade me for the rest of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; I don't want to live the "what if.." I want to live the "I DID IT!" Hopefully all of you can be there to cheer me on as I cross that finish line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291964230452645591-1080559368629463351?l=bipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/feeds/1080559368629463351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291964230452645591&amp;postID=1080559368629463351&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/1080559368629463351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/1080559368629463351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/2009/09/back-in-blog-saddle-againwell-maybe.html' title='Back in the Blog Saddle Again...well Maybe'/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861670821553876404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNeTdsbPGh8/TlacwqlcJhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HCXYh-0NIAY/s220/me44.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291964230452645591.post-8767645286807271771</id><published>2009-05-03T00:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T01:21:51.392-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Scratch it with Your Claws!</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to fully give an official "shout out" to the beginning of the AWESOME summer blockbusters hitting a theater near you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/Sf1DwswITLI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/WWBnL20fEU4/s1600-h/retro36DC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/Sf1DwswITLI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/WWBnL20fEU4/s400/retro36DC.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the dismal reviews its been receiving from movie critics, (i.e. my usual, go-to movie review source, rottentomatoes.com), who happened to dissapoint in giving Wolverine a poor 37% rating. Can't say that I agree with them, not sure what the majority of the public was expecting from another super hero movie, but all I can say is it was 10 times WAAAAAAAY better than the hot mess of X MEN 3: The Last Stand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CAN I GET A WITNESS??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wolverine is not "THE DARK KNIGHT," esp considering the fact that Batman and Wolverine are two completely different characters, but I am not about to present the pros and cons of either comic book phenom, this is not a comic-con blog, nor do I pay frequent monthly dues to the comic book geek fan club, but I would like to enjoy this new sense of serenity and quit hearing about how "dissapointing" the movie was altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It lived up to my expectations and was exactly what I thought it should be! So it was a $8 well spent! Thank you Jordan Commons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will always be a fan of the X Men franchise and especially of Hugh Jackman! I would also like to add Ryan Reynolds, Taylor Kitsch and my second favorite hobbit/LOSTee Dominic Monaghan to the list, 3 rising stars whom I did not think were worthy of being casted-but I was shot down immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its about time the dry-spell that is, Hollywood movies, has been giving a sprinkling of essence which will soon become a FLOOD of widely anticipated summer movies!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291964230452645591-8767645286807271771?l=bipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/feeds/8767645286807271771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291964230452645591&amp;postID=8767645286807271771&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/8767645286807271771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/8767645286807271771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/2009/05/scratch-it-with-your-claws.html' title='Scratch it with Your Claws!'/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861670821553876404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNeTdsbPGh8/TlacwqlcJhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HCXYh-0NIAY/s220/me44.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/Sf1DwswITLI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/WWBnL20fEU4/s72-c/retro36DC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291964230452645591.post-3670264671289870996</id><published>2009-04-05T00:43:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T19:54:18.385-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; Studio Fifty-Seven. "Fifty-seven."&lt;br /&gt;Kara spews her nonsense till I start to freak.&lt;br /&gt;Then it's Randy's turn to lob a lame critique.&lt;br /&gt;And yet still I live for &lt;i&gt;Idol&lt;/i&gt; all damn week. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; Five-four. She meant Studio five-four.&lt;br /&gt;But the new judge, once again she did misspeak.&lt;br /&gt;And now Simon's calling Allison a freak.&lt;br /&gt;And yet still I live for &lt;i&gt;Idol&lt;/i&gt; all damn week. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; Oh I love to hear Kris Allen&lt;br /&gt;'Cause Kris Allen never shrieks&lt;br /&gt;But the judges never give him props&lt;br /&gt;Their praise remains oblique &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; Now let's say goodbye to Megan&lt;br /&gt;She has got a hot physique&lt;br /&gt;And she's giving us one last 'caw-caw'&lt;br /&gt;Although she has no beak &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; Group singing!&lt;br /&gt;Time for a quick shnack-y break&lt;br /&gt;I'd kill for some cake&lt;br /&gt;Is this singing fake? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; Haha. Lady Gaga.&lt;br /&gt;Has a zipper on her eye, my interest's piqued!&lt;br /&gt;When did Paula learn about singing technique?&lt;br /&gt;This is why I live for Idol all damn week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;written by Micheal Slezak, www.ew.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ok, so I happened to stumble upon this lil rap off of the Entertainment Weekly website- it definitely described my feelings from Idol this past week. So why not give the guy some credit, and post it on my popular, uber-fan flowing blog? Hence you've feasted on the word!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Enough &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Idol&lt;/span&gt;-atry...&gt;ahem&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok onto the week which was hell for me..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sunday evening as I was enjoying a late night catch up on the DVR, (really enjoyed Dennis Rodman in a chauffeur outfit on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Celeb Apprentice&lt;/span&gt;, my new favorite reality show) and then I felt IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;A toothache!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;One I have not felt for 7 years! I think that's got to be a record! At least it is for me..I have thought I had been immune to feeling such annoyance for the remainder of my days-yeahhh not quite. Once I got myself back onto the rough, turf that is reality, I called and made an appointment to take care of said annoyance.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt; I like to consider myself...IN TOUCH..with the ethereal forces of nature, cosmic forces, stars allignment yadddah yaddah and had the smallest thought that this was not just any normal toothache, but that it would require a root canal! Mind you this thought came to me waaaaaaay before I saw the dentist-but to make a blog post short, sure enough the words, "How do you feel about a root canal," shattered my already fragile soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;What was I suppose to say? "Oh ya know, I LOVE root canals!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;But of course, my luck, they had to refer me to ANOTHER dentist office for the procedure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Finally 2 dismal days later, I enter the Rocky Mountain Endodontic office. As I entered suite 109 I seriously thought I had traveled back in time to some bad country western. The only thing missing was the musk and smell of cattle and a wide open range. As I was expecting John Wayne himself, to come walking up to me, completely in dental gear-I realized what I'd been missing the past 7 years of good dental health. Damn. Below are a few recollections of that very afternoon, before AND after the nitrus gas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being told that I was lucky because I had "chosen" the RIGHT tooth that would be easier to work on than the others. "Ya know I tried my best."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sitting there, staring out the window, contemplating what would be worse-the fall after I had leaped out said window, or the root canal. hhhmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having the dentist relate to me the difference between sitting in first class or coach, (in regards to choosing nitrus gas over &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'versed&lt;/span&gt;' and the initial bill to come afterwards.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;After&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;As I had decided to go with the nitrus, my mind was still completely in-tack, as the rest of my body felt like it had taken that JUMP out the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wrestiling with my mind NOT to say anything completely out of the ordinary or busting out into some Nsync lyrics.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being told throughout the procedure "Are you doing okay?" What did they expect me to say while I was breathing in intense amounts of nitrus??? Was this their way of trying to initiate some sort of comedy routine for their pleasure?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Still wishing I had followed the rest of my body, and jumped out that window&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Attempting to drive home while still feeling the effects of the gas, and numbed out of my mind!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting home and supposedly texting while under the influence (hence the text asking Jess if we had lunch that same afternoon, which we had, but I had forgotten about...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Now I am sitting here, with a swollen cheek and going in and out of  country-western-dental-flashes from that afternoon. I am not out of the woods yet. I still have yet to go in and get a crown over the tooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the next 2 weeks I have to watch what I eat, so as to not cause any sort of fracture or break in the remaining tooth. Can you feel my excitement? Somehow my telepathic abilities are telling me this is only the beginning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&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/1291964230452645591-3670264671289870996?l=bipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/feeds/3670264671289870996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291964230452645591&amp;postID=3670264671289870996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/3670264671289870996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/3670264671289870996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/2009/04/yes-even-shay-has-his-hell-weekscall-me.html' title='Hell Week'/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861670821553876404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNeTdsbPGh8/TlacwqlcJhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HCXYh-0NIAY/s220/me44.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291964230452645591.post-4030060211267688871</id><published>2009-03-12T01:00:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T01:58:31.962-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping With Idols, My BlaKE-DC LIST!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Cara you said you wanted to know what it was like shopping with me right?? Well here goes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You may recall my banter a few posts back where I vowed not to dedicate my energy, thoughts, or time to, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Idolatry Season 8 Reflections, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;but once I took the chance and tuned in to watch the Top 36, I caved, and was immediately hooked!! So I lit up my Idol pipe once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;PUFF, PUFF, PASS, PASS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i was thinking Bob Marley)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Despite all the new rules, new judge, hate the new judge, hate the new rules-I have already predicted my choices for the finale! But more on that later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In a season where I've felt cynical, enraged, and disengaged from-one of my most favorite television shows (thanks to Blake Lewis for converting me back onto the Idol train), I'd say that seven (maybe even eight) of the 13 finalists stepped up with performances that proved, as Randy Jackson put it, that they're ''in it to win it.'' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Especially since as far back as I can recall, the official "MJ Collaboration week" reminded me of a bad karaoke bar (thank you to Jorge and Anoop for keeping the flame alive!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;As bad as it was, luckily none of the top 13 sent me to bed with nightmares of a barrel-racing beauty queen as Kristy Lee Cook did in the opening week of the finals last year, with her countrified ''Eight Days a Week." YEEEEEEEE-HAWW!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Now Allison,one of my top 5 predictions, isn't your typical Idol beauty queen, (thankfully) It's refreshing to see a teenage female contestant on this show who hasn't already been media-trained into soundbite-spewing submission. For the record, just because Allison's dad is from El Salvador and speaks with an accent doesn't mean we require subtitles to understand what he's saying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But for Jorge that is a different story...one that I will not get into because he went home tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;SI SE PUEDE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Another top 5 and on the Blake Lewis, David Cook list...ladies and gentelman I give you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;KRIS ALLEN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought his take on ''Remember the Time'' was one of the night's strongest and most relevant performances!! I was seriously ready to shell out the 99 cents to buy the song on iTunes, and spare the additional 50 cents for the video! Im not much of an avid MJ fanatic, but Kris' rendition made me a believer! I hope he continues to go far in the competition-hand in hand with his wife (doubt that will deter the girls from casting their votes for him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Megan Corkrey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I want to root for a Utah-grown resident, no amount of quirky dancing will get her into the finals...but I do find her voice seducing me (much like my Nelly&lt;br /&gt;Furtado did.) sigh. Hopefully she gets passed the top 10, just so I can continue my 2 year streak attending the Idol concert at Energy Solutions Arena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We interrupt this paragraph for a very important HOT MOM ALERT. Megan's mom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1-800-Whoa-Mama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Matt Giraud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again with the  Justin Timberlake seal of approval, they tainted Justin's good name when reference to Chris "LAWN GNOME" Richardson from Season 6-so why do they have to do it again this year?!!!! No one can compare to JT! Matt will go far no doubt, but don't know if he has as much as it takes to break through the top 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adam Lambert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from studying his hairstyle, he too has made it into Blake Lewis, DC list...and one I believe will be in the finale for sure!! His vocal range is like no other! Some may think it is screeching, or sounding like a dolphin in heat-but its DIFFERENT! Lets face it, America digs different! I am still contemplating whether or not to buy his guyliner...I will keep you posted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Danny Goecke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I will probably be stoned in time square for saying this but unfortunately, I'm less prepared to give Danny an automatic pass to the finals, as Paula prematurely predicted. He does have a tender, heart wrenching story behind him, but so do the single moms-Megan, Lil' and Alexis...so get in line buddy and continue to pull at Americas heart strings. (Obviously his voice will put him in the finals), and if by some natural disaster, he gets the boot-I am POSITIVE the judges will use their powers to make sure he is safe...least you have that to look forward too Dan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still find myself remembering the tragic event that happened last year when Aussie-pro tennis playa' matey Micheal Johns got kicked off the stage, still brings a smile to my face-at least all of his fans can feel vindicated as his single comes out next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track 1 entitled: WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Which brings me to the five contestants most deserving of winding up in the bottom three next week: Michael Sarver, Scott MacIntyre, Anoop Desai, Lil Rounds&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/1291964230452645591-4030060211267688871?l=bipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/feeds/4030060211267688871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291964230452645591&amp;postID=4030060211267688871&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/4030060211267688871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/4030060211267688871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/2009/03/shopping-with-idols-my-blake-dc-list.html' title='Shopping With Idols, My BlaKE-DC LIST!'/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861670821553876404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNeTdsbPGh8/TlacwqlcJhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HCXYh-0NIAY/s220/me44.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291964230452645591.post-25075119965205122</id><published>2009-02-17T23:32:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T17:14:04.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not THAT Into YOU!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;This past Valentines Day weekend, I had the pleasure of going on a "poly-ga-date" aka a date which included one single guy (me), and 3 single ladies. The movie for the night...ohhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;"he's just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; that into you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SPOILER ALERT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I can understand, after 122 minutes of comedy, affairs, breakups, hookups and make-ups that this movie speaks the truth for MOST women out there who run into the guys like Bradley Cooper's character, or how about Ben Affleck or Justin Connolly? After seeing their relationships and how they, overall treated the opposite sex-I can imagine any woman coming away feeling inadequate. Or at least thats how I felt watching each, "6 degrees of separation" esque encounter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I hate to admit it, (other than the fact that I enjoyed the movie, despite Jennifer Connelly ending up BY HERSELF, AND DIVORCED and Jen Aniston literally portraying HER LIFE IN REAL TIME) But after the credits, my mind was reeling out of control! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;What happened to the book entitled, "she's just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt; not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;that into you?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I doubt I am the only one who feels this way (and if I am, keep it to yourself) but I was feeling like there was seriously something wrong with me, after watching that movie. I am almost past the prime of my time, and still have yet to be in a relationship of any kind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;THIS GENTELMAN'S CLOCK IS TICKING LADIES!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Imagine being overwhelmed, hopeless, desperate, inadequate, lonely, sad, paranoid, anxious, frustrated, analytical, and hungry all at the EXACT same time. These feelings were literally devouring my fragile, delicate soul. I could not escape! I was trapped in a cage, while beind prodded with emotions, while the voices were telling me "shes just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;that into you."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;A great friend of mine, who happens to be a lady, told me that she is tired of asking people what they've been up too, and receiving the response, "Oh you know just doing the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;married&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt; thing" and coming away feeling that she had NO idea what that was like, because she happens to be single and therefore not MARRIED!! She told me that from now on, if she is ever asked the question she will just say, "oh you know, just doing the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;SINGLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt; thing. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;font-size:85%;" &gt; (Sorry if I totally misinterpreted any of the above Jess, have your lawyer contact my lawyer. Hope you can forgive me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I immediately felt the light of heaven shining down on me at that moment. I could go on forever about the pros and cons of being single vs.  being married, or how about celebrating Valentines Day as "Single's awareness day" and receiving text messages at 7 am wishing YOU a HAPPY SINGLE'S AWARENESS DAY!! You know what....THANKS A LOT! I get it! I am SINGLE! As of right now it feels like it will be FOREVER...and I clearly won't be garnishing the woman of my dreams in flowers, chocolates, and candle wax-but do you need to remind me with a text message at the crack of freaking dawn!?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;So I have come up with my own personal definition of what it means (to me) as doing the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;single&lt;/span&gt; thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Make snickerdoodles and eat the entire batch&lt;br /&gt;(without producing the calories) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Find yourself watching any Jane Austen movie, and by movie I mean Pride and Prejudice and feeling like your a reincarnated version of Mr. Collins rather than Mr Darcy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Going to see "he's just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; that into you" with 3 single ladies, ON VALENTINES DAY, and the whole 122 min wondering why there isnt a movie called "SHES just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; that into you" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Why none of the ladies you're with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;...  &lt;span class="text_exposed_link"&gt;isn't making out with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="text_exposed_show"&gt;-but finding yourself attracted to the female in front with the horse laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="text_exposed_show"&gt; Being referred to as Peter Pedophile when you enjoy other peoples kids so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="text_exposed_show"&gt; Making up a valid excuse why being &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;single&lt;/span&gt; is so great&lt;br /&gt;(hence this definition)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I am hoping one day I will be able to figure out exactly what it is I am doing wrong, and who knows, maybe those of you reading this know WHAT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; is...hhmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: times new roman;" src="file:///C:/Users/Shay/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1291964230452645591-25075119965205122?l=bipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/feeds/25075119965205122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291964230452645591&amp;postID=25075119965205122&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/25075119965205122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/25075119965205122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/2009/02/not-that-into-you.html' title='Not THAT Into YOU!'/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861670821553876404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNeTdsbPGh8/TlacwqlcJhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HCXYh-0NIAY/s220/me44.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291964230452645591.post-4357897456172014134</id><published>2009-02-07T01:53:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T02:25:26.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Week EN-RAGE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I know it has been awhile since my last "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This week en-RAGE&lt;/span&gt;" post, but there have been a few things that have annoyed me this past week. Thus I have to let it all out somehow, otherwise I may just do something more drastic to release the frustration. Don't worry, you won't be seeing me on Fox 13 for robbing a bank or a Sev' (sorry to disappoint, but Bips  not packing heat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;#1. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;American Idol Season 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been on my best behavior, as far as this season of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Idol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; is concerned. Most of you have known me for being quite the fanatic when it comes to the best show on television (or at least it USED TO BE) But I quit watching after the first week, it was just TOO much. They just added so many "new" things this season, new judge (annoying as crap, and she tries too hard to impress), a Top 36 instead of 24...(cant imagine watching 36 compete for 12 spots..and then we still have 12 more to go.) Its like they're trying to draaaaaaaaaaaaaaag it out longer than usual, and they're clearly doing a great job at it too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;If you're like me and want to jump ahead a whole week and see who makes the TOP 36, visit the website below and you can take a glance at the future hopefuls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I am just relieved that I have been saved from prying my eyes out with a spoon, while enduring another week of painful auditions (not that I've been glued to the past couple weeks or anything). Maybe in 2 weeks I will feel like tuning in and actually caring to cast my vote...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But sadly I'm not betting on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;http://mjsbigblog.com/top-36/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Now that I look at it I may not be so "en-raged" as I thought I was in the beginning. After all, I was able to take a peek into the future, and overall saved my life entirely. PRAISE THE LORD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/1291964230452645591-4357897456172014134?l=bipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/feeds/4357897456172014134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291964230452645591&amp;postID=4357897456172014134&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/4357897456172014134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/4357897456172014134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/2009/02/american-idol-season-8-top-36saved-me.html' title='This Week EN-RAGE!'/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861670821553876404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNeTdsbPGh8/TlacwqlcJhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HCXYh-0NIAY/s220/me44.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291964230452645591.post-8671983405648580699</id><published>2009-01-08T23:02:00.015-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T12:46:40.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now Serving #28.....Years that is!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Another year has gone by, and still have yet to feel I've accomplished anything worthy of your praise, or more importantly-my own. I will always remember a comment made to me this time last year, once again I wasn't feeling so thrilled about turning 27 (after all I've begun to feel the decline towards the black hole that is 30...yeah the other day I noticed I was getting gray hair!!! Cue the violins) anyways, a friend of mine mentioned to me,( when I told her how old I was turning) "Oh yeah, 27 was a hard year for me too." Well so much for attempting to be optimistic about the forth coming year, but amazingly enough I have made  it (looking back, I agree with my friend-sadly enough.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;But the past is behind me, and I intend to be optimistic and hopeful for the coming year and want to enjoy the future ahead. In celebration of the magical 8, I have listed 8 things in 5 categories that I hope you will enjoy reading, as much as I did writing down. Cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;8 TV shows I have become OBSESSED with recently...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Heroes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Law and Order: SVU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Monk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Damages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt; American Idol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;(admit I am a bit skeptical about this new season...seriously can anyone top the Davids???)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;7.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Little People/Big World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt; (Dont even ask yourself, if by watching this, that I relate to them-I am legally not a little person, aka midget, hobbit, peck, etc.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;8. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Dog the Bounty Hunter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;(Who cannot get a kick out of this guy and his attempts to capture fugitives with his dog pound family??? if you havent seen it, you are missing out!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;8 Favorite Restaurants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;I am lucky if I can have more that 1 favorite restaurant, so coming up with at least 8 was a stretch for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;1. Red Lobster (yes I know only old people eat here, but come on, its the closest to real seafood anywhere in Utah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;2. Mizumi Sushi bar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;3. Cheesecake Factory&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;(only the "cheesecake")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;4. Tepanyaki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;5. Village Inn (its not classy, but you can find the best late night crowd here than anywhere else)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;6. Famous Dave's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;7. Red Robin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;8. TGI Fridays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;8 Things to look forward to..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;1. Getting to walk normally without "assistance" (no I do not use a jazzy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;2. Finishing my bachelors degree, maybe not in film studies-possibly culinary arts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;3. Summer blockbusters!! (Harry Potter 6!! Wolverine movie!!! Star Trek!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;4. Becoming a husband and living every waking moment with my best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;5. Being an Uncle for the second time in June!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;6. No snow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;7. Summer lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;8. Experiencing more great memories with my family and friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;8 Things on MY wishlist...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;1. Go back to school and finish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;2. Possibly get into a Masters Program&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;3. Moving into my own condo or town home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;4. Being financially sound and stable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;5. Spoiling my future neices/nephews&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;6. Go to New Zealand, Hawaii, London or Austrailia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;7. Get married in the Salt Lake Temple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;8. Being a worthy priesthood holder and blessing the lives of those around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Feel free to follow my lead and share with me what your '8 Things' are. Also thanks to all of you, for blessing my life and making it more meaningful for me! I look forward to the future ahead with each and every one of you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291964230452645591-8671983405648580699?l=bipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/feeds/8671983405648580699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291964230452645591&amp;postID=8671983405648580699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/8671983405648580699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/8671983405648580699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/2009/01/bye-bye-bye-twenty-seven-bring-it-on.html' title='Now Serving #28.....Years that is!'/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861670821553876404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNeTdsbPGh8/TlacwqlcJhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HCXYh-0NIAY/s220/me44.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291964230452645591.post-5338240835587100485</id><published>2009-01-01T01:58:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T16:21:52.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace out to 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;What a year! For the most part it has almost felt like 2 years..I don't know about the rest of you, but 2008 has been quite the trip for me, one that I hope never to travel EVER AGAIN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Check..check 1..2..check 3..this is my peace out to 2008!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Every new year, I at least attempt to be reluctant in making it the best than the one previous- but 2008 was nothing to chug a gallon of bubbly for. After January of last year went by, I was determined to suit up and slay the dragons that would be standing in my way!! But along the way, I seemed to have tripped, resulting in the loss of my trusty sword and shield, and ultimately overall, my sense of direction and focus. You can say that on the way down, I hit my head and conjured up a case of amnesia. As a result-those dragons I was intent on slaying, and damsels I was going to rescue, well didn't come close. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm not going to list a bunch of events that occurred throughout said year, because I am sure you have better things to do, than to read a list of "woe-as-me's" sung to you by Shay. I refuse to even go there. But let me just say that upon reflection within the last 24 hours, I have realized that I became stuck in my comfort zone, namely laziness and procrastination, and didn't accomplish much of anything to be worthy of praise (let alone a kiss by a fair maiden.) May it be the fear of the unknown, had I attempted to be motivated to accomplish any of the goals I had set out to do. I just put them all on the back burner and let it catch my house on fire. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I am my own worst enemy when it comes to setting goals, resolutions, what have you,-I am just no good at it! Below is a quote that I found summed it all up for me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Most people tend to choose the path of least resistance in life. They look for the easy, comfortable situations. But staying comfortable doesn't generate lasting light. We must learn to flee our comfort zones and plunge headfirst into uncomfortable situations. That is where we can apply the most resistance. True, the path of most resistance causes some pain and discomfort for a moment, but its the only way to generate long-term fulfillment. Difficult though it may seem, we should embrace rather than avoid problems and obstacles. They are true opportunities for spiritual development." ~ Yehuda Berg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't think it can be said better than that! I am going to flee this comfort zone of mine, that I have been stuck in for the last 5 years, and plunge into new things! (But I cant do it without my floaties, bc I cant swim) I have always wanted to feel a sense of accomplishment and look back with no regrets. To you, 2009, I vow to come away with at least ONE new experience, ONE new road taken, ONE new expression of thought or idea-not a list of 100 things, just ONE. (I know it sounds like an ad for protection against herpes, but I at least had the cajones to put it out there.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;To every one of you who have been so great in 08, (you know who you are) - you are my island of reality in an ocean of diarrhea.* "Details in Fabric" by Jason Mraz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291964230452645591-5338240835587100485?l=bipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/feeds/5338240835587100485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291964230452645591&amp;postID=5338240835587100485&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/5338240835587100485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/5338240835587100485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/2009/01/peace-out-to-2008.html' title='Peace out to 2008'/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861670821553876404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNeTdsbPGh8/TlacwqlcJhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HCXYh-0NIAY/s220/me44.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291964230452645591.post-3594970388981443539</id><published>2008-12-24T01:55:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T02:01:13.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BEST Christmas Present EVER!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/SVH6BjusvjI/AAAAAAAAAXY/cIFeHpSi_IA/s1600-h/me.74.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 307px; height: 231px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/SVH6BjusvjI/AAAAAAAAAXY/cIFeHpSi_IA/s400/me.74.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Kadence Allaire Smith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister had the pleasure of bringing her sweet daughter into the world on December 23rd at 12:30pm. Kadence Allaire Smith, weighed in at 9lbs 4 oz and was 21 inches long. She is so gorgeous! It is the first grandchild/neice in our family and her boyfriends family. I can imagine she will not go without. I am so grateful to the Lord for bringing her into all of our lives, she will definitely be cared for and loved immensely!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291964230452645591-3594970388981443539?l=bipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/feeds/3594970388981443539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291964230452645591&amp;postID=3594970388981443539&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/3594970388981443539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/3594970388981443539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/2008/12/best-christmas-present-ever.html' title='BEST Christmas Present EVER!!!'/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861670821553876404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNeTdsbPGh8/TlacwqlcJhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HCXYh-0NIAY/s220/me44.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/SVH6BjusvjI/AAAAAAAAAXY/cIFeHpSi_IA/s72-c/me.74.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291964230452645591.post-7348168181686641976</id><published>2008-12-21T22:57:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T23:29:43.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its ALL about the UGLY!</title><content type='html'>Every time the Christmas season rolls around, I seem to have developed a "tradition" of throwing a holiday party for some close friends of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, this year, once again that tradition is still going! Below are some memorable photos from the evening. I always look forward to the laughs, memories and "Jana" moments throughout the evening. Thank you all who came out and spent time creating more great memories, and keeping this tradition going strong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/SU8xGNB2CtI/AAAAAAAAAWw/8aBh8bARFN0/s1600-h/me.64.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 191px; height: 158px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/SU8xGNB2CtI/AAAAAAAAAWw/8aBh8bARFN0/s400/me.64.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/SU8xGgM7UwI/AAAAAAAAAXA/3cpBFFmpDFE/s1600-h/me.69.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 134px; height: 157px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/SU8xGgM7UwI/AAAAAAAAAXA/3cpBFFmpDFE/s400/me.69.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/SU8xGClWALI/AAAAAAAAAWo/1WrUTN2lVI0/s1600-h/me.57.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 185px; height: 146px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/SU8xGClWALI/AAAAAAAAAWo/1WrUTN2lVI0/s400/me.57.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/SU8wwbsnO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/j2M_K8bJfXM/s1600-h/me.56.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 163px; height: 136px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/SU8wwbsnO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/j2M_K8bJfXM/s400/me.56.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/SU8xGeWiwoI/AAAAAAAAAW4/sUBpp9xGDQw/s1600-h/me.63.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 148px; height: 122px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/SU8xGeWiwoI/AAAAAAAAAW4/sUBpp9xGDQw/s400/me.63.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/SU8yCeZvsgI/AAAAAAAAAXI/M0BJI2PQBcM/s1600-h/me.66.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 144px; height: 124px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/SU8yCeZvsgI/AAAAAAAAAXI/M0BJI2PQBcM/s400/me.66.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/SU8ww7nLkwI/AAAAAAAAAWY/lvU65DNOOLg/s1600-h/me.60.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 159px; height: 120px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/SU8ww7nLkwI/AAAAAAAAAWY/lvU65DNOOLg/s400/me.60.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/SU8wwinExXI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/xwyDZLga0pg/s1600-h/me.58.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 157px; height: 122px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/SU8wwinExXI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/xwyDZLga0pg/s400/me.58.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/SU8yCTLgUDI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/p9k2aPaDAdU/s1600-h/me.67.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 141px; height: 121px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/SU8yCTLgUDI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/p9k2aPaDAdU/s400/me.67.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is anyone out there in the blog world that is a FAN of snickerdoodles, well apparently the hard work, sweat, blood and tears, that was put into making sure they turned out SOFT and CHEWY...well lets just say they were clearly not the preferred dessert of the evening. So there are plenty leftover for those of you who do appreciate the tingling sensation only a cinnamon and sugar cookie can bring to your taste buds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and between now and next Christmas, if you see a ugly sweater only a grandma could enjoy, give me a call because I need to step it up a notch next year! Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291964230452645591-7348168181686641976?l=bipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/feeds/7348168181686641976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291964230452645591&amp;postID=7348168181686641976&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/7348168181686641976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/7348168181686641976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-all-about-ugly.html' title='Its ALL about the UGLY!'/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861670821553876404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNeTdsbPGh8/TlacwqlcJhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HCXYh-0NIAY/s220/me44.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/SU8xGNB2CtI/AAAAAAAAAWw/8aBh8bARFN0/s72-c/me.64.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291964230452645591.post-422848992555120005</id><published>2008-12-20T01:54:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T02:12:29.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Week's BAH-HUMBUG</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;If you're currently in the 801 area code, (HOLLAH)  you would be victim to the lovely white weather we've been receiving NON-STOP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;There are those of us who enjoy the so called "moisture" and in fact pray for it in sunday school or priesthood meeting, but I have become one who literally cringes whenever there is thanks given to the Lord for the "moisture we have received." Right now you're probably thinking, "What a SCROOGE!" Listen, I have absolutely No complaints about giving thanks, but honestly do we really have to pray for MORE?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You'd think I've learned my lesson of complaining, when I was accosted and told that we're in a drought and we could be without water if it weren't for the "moisture." So maybe I'm ignorant, selfish, take your pick-but God still loves me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;One of the many reasons I am disliking this weather now more than ever, is because this year I am privileged enough to be utilizing crutches to support my bum knee that I had surgery on last September.. but lets not get into too much detail. Anyways so while I am at work, and carefully keeping both eyes glued to the linoleum floors as I am crutching along like Tiny Tim, when almost immediately, my crutch slides out from under me and practically causes my face to meet said linoleum. Luckily the tragedy hasnt struck me (yet) but seriously, its becoming really annoying! There is obviously no way to correct this problem, I just need to get back to walking like a real boy and instead of using "assistance," but I'm afraid that until I am fortunate enough to move someplace with a warmer climate-I will continue to curse the white stuff until the day I die, or move, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Whichever comes FIRST! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291964230452645591-422848992555120005?l=bipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/feeds/422848992555120005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291964230452645591&amp;postID=422848992555120005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/422848992555120005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/422848992555120005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-weeks-bah-humbug.html' title='This Week&apos;s BAH-HUMBUG'/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861670821553876404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNeTdsbPGh8/TlacwqlcJhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HCXYh-0NIAY/s220/me44.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291964230452645591.post-9031094055307655413</id><published>2008-11-03T13:05:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T13:43:48.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger On Hiatus...Thats ME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;I know I haven't been a true blogger for the past couple months, but there is a good excuse for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Please allow me to explain!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;The end of September I had the pleasure of undergoing a distal femoral osteotomy on my left knee. (Long story, lets just say one of the many leftover injuries I sustained from my mission.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Waking up after what was suppose to be a 3 hour surgery, but ended up a total of 8, I wasn't in too much pain.  Just the relentless thought as to why I decided to finallly go through with it. There was a lot of things on my mind at the time, one of them being the relief of having more self confidence and respect for myself knowing that I can walk around without constant paranoia , thinking people were staring at my bo-legged-ness. Then there was the vanity side of me celebrating that I will FINALLY look great in a pair of jeans without looking in the mirror and seeing "THE CROOKED LEG."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;To all those who are addicted to Oxycotin..with the constant nausea and hot flashes its a good thing I decided I wasn't going to jump on the band wagon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291964230452645591-9031094055307655413?l=bipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/feeds/9031094055307655413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291964230452645591&amp;postID=9031094055307655413&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/9031094055307655413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/9031094055307655413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/2008/11/blogger-on-hiatusthats-me.html' title='Blogger On Hiatus...Thats ME!'/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861670821553876404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNeTdsbPGh8/TlacwqlcJhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HCXYh-0NIAY/s220/me44.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291964230452645591.post-7968875891690361047</id><published>2008-07-21T14:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T12:17:52.815-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Game of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Ten years ago..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;Wow already thinking back to when I was 17 made my head spin.I had just finished my junior year in high school and officially started my first job &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;as a "Pump Boy" at Larry H's gas station in Sandy. My responsibilities consisted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;of waiting for cars to pull up,  go up and pump gas into their car, check the air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; in their tires, and wash their windows. It was a problem when the big suped up trucks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;twice my size, would come in and the customer would ask the short guy (me) to wash their windshield. This was my first introduction to what I would learn to call, EXTENDED manual labor, from that moment on I would begin to regret it hereafter! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Five years ago..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;I had received my admissions letter to begin my freshman year at the University of Utah. I had just applied on a whim not even thinking I had the chances of making it into any 4 year institution let alone one as great and influential as the U. Not sure what I was going to major in, I found out about their Film studies program. I still recall sitting through the freshman presentation at orientation and thinking, "WOW 4 years is such a looooooong time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;Right..now thinking back I shouldve applied myself better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; and perhaps I could've graduated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; Thats a blog post for another day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Five months ago..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;This time in my life was where a MAJOR turning point occurred in my job history. I received a letter explaining that I had been offered a position as a full time career employee for the United States Postal Service. I still recall double checking the address and the name on the letter, because THIS WASN'T MEANT FOR ME! Sure enough there was my name. This was something I had only dreamed of, (mind you I'm not referring to the fact that I want to be a Postmaster, or continue to have a career in the letter carrier field) but rather I'd receive amazing health benefits and $36K a year!! I continue to offer my immense gratitude to my Savior for this wonderful blessing, to be given to someone like me who hasn't received his Bachelors degree yet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; and is now able to make great money!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Five things I would do if I was suddenly a billionaire...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;1. Pay tithing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;2. Give a gracious portion to a major charity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;3. Buy everyone in my family and close friends a house and a car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;4. Produce and direct my own mainstream film&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;5. Travel the world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Three bad habits...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;1. PROCRASTINATING!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;2. Feeling insecure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;3. Biting my nails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Four things people don't know about me...but now will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;1. I love watching Anime. I know I have officially revealed the true nerd inside of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; But I really enjoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; the story lines and animation! It just intrigues me. Despite my fear of sharing this intimate detail for the world to read, goes to show you that I am a true geek underneath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;2. Even though I don't yet own a camera, my mind is constantly attracted to specific moments around me that I want to capture. Not just those intimate moments you share with loved ones and friends, but of the rare things that life offers you. I hope that in the near future I can beging to accomplish this small attraction of mine so that I can look back and feel I have caught those once in a lifetime treasures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;3. Growing up with the brittle bones disease, has trapped me into living a life of fear and worry. The lives we live are meant to be enjoyed and celebrated. I still believe to this day, that it controls the way I think and the way I interact with those around me. Especially the beautiful environment in which we live. I know that when the resurrection comes I will finally be free to enjoy those certain "simple" pleasures that the rest of the world takes for granted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;4. I am reminded each and everyday that there is someone special out there waiting for me. I get tangled up into the thoughts Satan puts in my mind about not being that "body builder" or 6 foot 4 tough guy, who are ultimately always getting the girls. I just believe that my time has not yet come, and when it does it will be so unexpected that I will realize what an amazing blessing my Savior has given me. I am entitled to be happy, and I know that someday she will be cherished and be treated like a queen for eternity!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291964230452645591-7968875891690361047?l=bipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/feeds/7968875891690361047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291964230452645591&amp;postID=7968875891690361047&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/7968875891690361047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/7968875891690361047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/2008/07/ten-years-ago.html' title='The Game of Life'/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861670821553876404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNeTdsbPGh8/TlacwqlcJhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HCXYh-0NIAY/s220/me44.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291964230452645591.post-4859202963180538343</id><published>2008-07-12T11:50:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T14:46:38.781-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Im Gonna Kill Me Some Bunnies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;As if my life wasn't eventful enough already...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I have discovered something more exciting than winning the lottery..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/SHjwOrIXeVI/AAAAAAAAANs/JBkQmvqsmLc/s1600-h/retro34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 337px; height: 203px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/SHjwOrIXeVI/AAAAAAAAANs/JBkQmvqsmLc/s400/retro34.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Enter Killer Bunnies and the Quest for the Magic Carrot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;This newly encountered card game is the greatest discovery since Columbus discovered Indians and Thanksgiving. Its a fast paced, action filled card game, in which you must try to keep as many Bunnies alive as possible, while eliminating your opponents' Bunnies. The problem: Your opponents are armed with weapons and will stop at nothing to keep you from winning the game. The goal is to survive and claim the Magic Carrot to win the game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;So for those of you out there wondering where I have been, and why I haven't been a good boy in posting eventful, delicioso blogs, well you can now see what has occupied my time for the last few weeks! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Are you willing to take me on in this Carrot conquest? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291964230452645591-4859202963180538343?l=bipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/feeds/4859202963180538343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291964230452645591&amp;postID=4859202963180538343&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/4859202963180538343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/4859202963180538343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/2008/07/imma-killakilla-bunny-that-is.html' title='Im Gonna Kill Me Some Bunnies'/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861670821553876404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNeTdsbPGh8/TlacwqlcJhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HCXYh-0NIAY/s220/me44.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/SHjwOrIXeVI/AAAAAAAAANs/JBkQmvqsmLc/s72-c/retro34.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291964230452645591.post-8644090035428699839</id><published>2008-06-26T12:30:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T12:33:27.173-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ho Hum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;So I realize thats its been almost a month since my last posting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I'm not going to give excuses or any reason ,for those of you reading this, to feel sorry for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;When I find a reason to post something worthy of chatter...then it will be!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;But for now I don't plan on it anytime soon..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291964230452645591-8644090035428699839?l=bipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/feeds/8644090035428699839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291964230452645591&amp;postID=8644090035428699839&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/8644090035428699839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/8644090035428699839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/2008/06/ho-hum.html' title='Ho Hum'/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861670821553876404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNeTdsbPGh8/TlacwqlcJhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HCXYh-0NIAY/s220/me44.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291964230452645591.post-9110867009392091608</id><published>2008-05-22T01:17:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T13:47:32.924-06:00</updated><title type='text'>COOKIE COOKIE COOKIE...Starts with C!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/SDXI7D6GWmI/AAAAAAAAANA/_eSZfv4hSvY/s1600-h/retro31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 407px; height: 299px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/SDXI7D6GWmI/AAAAAAAAANA/_eSZfv4hSvY/s400/retro31.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;COOKIE MONSTER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;From the beginning it was predicted to come down to David vs. David, and after a grueling final 2 showdown Tuesday night, clearly the judges had already chosen Lil David Archuleta as THE Idol..(and I too have decided that Archuleta would be the IDOL of 2008...and that was totally fine with me, for I am apart of TEAM DAVID!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to think in some small way...I had a hand in those votes that took DC to the finish line, I couldn't put the fate of THE only REAL rocker to contend on the Idol stage; and to ever bring me over to the dark side (which is rock and roll) into the hands of millions of Americans who've already screwed over such potential Idols such as Micheal Johns and Carly Smithson (but it was fate..and expected) so I voted as much as I could while at work keying zip codes for the PO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84088...84114...17603....1-866-436-5701&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I like to bring it all to a close...my amazing journey which is American Idol, and I too have traveled the emotional road with DC, Archie, and my all time favorite Brooke White...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As DC was crowned THE IDOL..I couldn't hold back the tears and started crying..as I watched him hug his mom and then his brother...AAGGHH...I have only cried like this while sitting in the movie theater while watching Return of the King..and as the credits were rolling...his brother faces the camera and mouths..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"THATS MY BROTHER!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND MORE TEARS START TO FLOW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;OH MAN! I know David Cook will have HUGE success and make it as far as Carrie Underwood..his vocals give me goosebumps and I feel a connection that I hope to feel the moment I look into the eyes of the future Mrs. Bip..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that cheesy note, let me clarify that being on the dark side is sometimes a good thing...(but not the dark side which Amanda Overmyer hails from mind you..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SEE YOU GUYS ON TOUR!!! WHOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291964230452645591-9110867009392091608?l=bipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/feeds/9110867009392091608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291964230452645591&amp;postID=9110867009392091608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/9110867009392091608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/9110867009392091608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/2008/05/cookie-cookie-cookiestarts-with-c.html' title='COOKIE COOKIE COOKIE...Starts with C!'/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861670821553876404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNeTdsbPGh8/TlacwqlcJhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HCXYh-0NIAY/s220/me44.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/SDXI7D6GWmI/AAAAAAAAANA/_eSZfv4hSvY/s72-c/retro31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291964230452645591.post-3812377539381926437</id><published>2008-05-01T11:50:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T11:59:09.074-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nanny Steps Out, Here Comes My Tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;So for all of you out there that have complained about Brooke being too emotional, forgetting her lyrics (which only happened once people, check your DVR recordings) and beating out the overly hyped Carly....well you got what you wished for! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/SBoESInhIUI/AAAAAAAAAMw/HUSPU_vFu7U/s1600-h/ai4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/SBoESInhIUI/AAAAAAAAAMw/HUSPU_vFu7U/s400/ai4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;NOW MOVE ON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;This is one blonde, ivory tickler fan that will miss THAT emotion and unique voice tone for the remainder of the competition. I KNOW she wasn't going to take the Idol title, but come on now, she at least had the chords to beat out the bowl smoking Jason....and I wouldn't doubt that he beats out Syesha next week either...but to tell you the truth..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Cookie is taking THE TITLE! With lil Archie coming in second! (But if you want to know the REALITY of it all...I would rather Archie takes it all..because the ones who don't end up winning make MUCH BETTER and MORE SUCCESSFUL records...just look at Daughtry!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Lights off...I have to go cry some more for my Nanny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291964230452645591-3812377539381926437?l=bipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/feeds/3812377539381926437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291964230452645591&amp;postID=3812377539381926437&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/3812377539381926437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/3812377539381926437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/2008/05/nanny-steps-out-here-comes-my-tears.html' title='The Nanny Steps Out, Here Comes My Tears'/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861670821553876404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNeTdsbPGh8/TlacwqlcJhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HCXYh-0NIAY/s220/me44.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/SBoESInhIUI/AAAAAAAAAMw/HUSPU_vFu7U/s72-c/ai4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291964230452645591.post-5984839143445824935</id><published>2008-04-11T00:54:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T11:12:27.959-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How Say YOU America?! Idol Gives Back, By Keeping Kristy For Another Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Yes, to your disapointment its that time of the week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;MORE IDOLATRY NONSENSE CONTRIBUTED BY  YOURS TRULY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I applaud those of you who keep coming back for more, despite the anger and frustration I tend to throw out there for everyone to read (and lets face it, I was never one to keep it all built up inside.) Who knows, if the comments keep dwindling week after week (as they have been) perhaps we wont have to put up with it for much longer; and like my once idolized-now soon to be non-existent myspace page, this blog will enter the black hole never to be seen or read from ever again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;With that all said...lets get to the knitty-gritty-cold sore-STD inflicted IDOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;This year I may have been a bit uncharitable when I heard that the famous charity event, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Idol Gives Back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;, was coming after our wallets and life savings another season-but I apologize for seeming to be so cold and well..uncharitable. But as impossible as it may appear, I do have a kind heart and I was touched by the event. I did my part by contributing as I began to GO CRAZY by purchasing the performances from Wednesday night on iTunes. So I can official say I found it within myself to give to those desperately in need. See what a kind hearted man I really am underneath all this midget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Now for the remainder of this post, I promise to contain any explicit phrases and keep it calm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Betsy Ross, Martha Washington and yes even Harriet Tubman are all rejoicing once again as Kristy Lee gallops through another week after such an eardrum splitting performance Tuesday night. My disappointment and frustration cannot express how badly this girl needs to get her walking papers to the volcano of no talent. No matter what, thinking that maybe THIS will be THE week for her to FINALLY go...I eat my words with a heaping spoonful of horse manure..all while relating to the fact that she is like a bad cold sore on the inside of your mouth, that constantly reminds you, "HEY..I'M STILL HEEEEEEEEEERE!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/R_SZ8WnL1xI/AAAAAAAAALs/fqIJclc282o/s1600-h/retro28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/R_SZ8WnL1xI/AAAAAAAAALs/fqIJclc282o/s400/retro28.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;YES YOU ARE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Despite Ryan Seacrest relating the possibility that Johns would not have to leave, (recalling the precedent set by last season's ''Idol Gives Back'' reprieve)  the Aussie, who performed Aerosmith's ''Dream On'' was ultimately deported from the Idol stage, and stepping out into the audience to sing the song one more time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I was not a complete gah gah fan over his blood, sweat and even tears-but I definitely assumed those who fell head over heels for his crickey-diggery dingo mannerisms and charisma, would propel him into the Final 3, but like wishing upon a star as I tend to do more frequently than not, I was brought back to the hard, rough surface that is REALITY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I can just admit that the country demons have won and Kristy Lee will be taking MJ's place in the finals...why not? It doesn't work for me to sacrifice small ponies in hopes that the powers on high will finally grant my dying wish to see her get off the honkey-tonk stage for good..except we will be seeing her on TOUR..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;But anything is better than Amanda Overmyer and David Hernandez..I will take Kristy over the two of them ANYTIME, ANYWHERE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;But HEAR ME! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;If Kristy gets anywhere near taking the title of Idol...I am canceling any further hopes of seeing my blonde-barefoot, ivory tickling nanny, Cookie and Archie LIVE (much to my gut wrenching dismay.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOSE WITH ME!&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/1291964230452645591-5984839143445824935?l=bipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/feeds/5984839143445824935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291964230452645591&amp;postID=5984839143445824935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/5984839143445824935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/5984839143445824935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/2008/04/how-say-you-america-idol-gives-back-by.html' title='How Say YOU America?! Idol Gives Back, By Keeping Kristy For Another Week'/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861670821553876404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNeTdsbPGh8/TlacwqlcJhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HCXYh-0NIAY/s220/me44.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/R_SZ8WnL1xI/AAAAAAAAALs/fqIJclc282o/s72-c/retro28.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291964230452645591.post-5472815233981112496</id><published>2008-04-03T02:50:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T03:39:02.824-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How Say YOU America?! I DEMAND My Refund For That Ticket To DollyWood!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Farewell to you Ramiele...your lip gloss didn't hypnotize me into voting for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;But I got my cowboy hat, my boot n spurs, all tassled together, and ready to hit yet another week of American Idol performances. This time Dolly Parton decided to accompany me for the hayride. Keep your hands to yourself you BACKWOODS BARBIE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;speaking of Backwood Barbies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/R_SZ8WnL1xI/AAAAAAAAALs/fqIJclc282o/s1600-h/retro28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/R_SZ8WnL1xI/AAAAAAAAALs/fqIJclc282o/s400/retro28.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Kristy Lee manages to once again toot her patriotic horn, as she rides through another elimination night on her brown horse (which she intends to buy back AS SOON AS SHE WINS THE COMPETITION)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;I really enjoy how she "knows" her fate to be in the bottom 3 week after week. The producers should just make a gold plaque with her name on it, and place it on one of the infamous "bottom 3" stools to be displayed permanently. KRISTY TAKE YOUR USUAL SEAT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;This should tell us something!! But no, we must subject all forms of humaity to put up with her antics of, flirting with Simon, and blowing his socks off...which I think he is still waiting for (but I 'd prefer to see her blow herself right OUT of the competition altogether) As we all heard her sing a few weeks ago, "Shes proud to be an American." And I'm giving her the middle-fingered salute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;DICLAIMER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;I, Shay Laval Ludwig, solemnly vow that if Kristy Lee makes it to the top 5, I will surrender my citizenship wholeheartedly and relocate to a small pygmy village in the hills of Mongolia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;With that said...lets hope I get lucky and don't have to give up the contestants I DO enjoy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;So apparently David Cook (after another amazing performance) had to head off to the emergency room immediately following Tuesday nights show as a result of high blood pressure. I also found out that his brother is currently suffering from cancer as well. Even though he was subjected to giving credit where credit was due last night, (in regards to the last 5 songs he covered-recently covered by other bands,) I think he does a phenomenal job every week! You get the official, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BIP STAMP OF APPROVAL&lt;/span&gt; , on your ticket to the Finals COOKIE! (Thanks for the nickname Raelynn..its hilarious!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;As for another contestant I'd wish to see in the FINALS...Archie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aka David Archuleta. I felt a real connection with the song he sang and had goosebumps on top of goosebumps, and for me, that is definitely saying that this kid has got something! Despite the criticism for him constantly licking his lips (which i do all the time) but come on,  you need to moisten those important instruments. I also downloaded his performance from 2 weeks ago, and plan on downloading this weeks as well. Call me IDOL NERD #2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;I was a bit peeved over the fact that Brooke was in the bottom 3 last night. Maybe its because she is Mormon, and I really get clingy with people of the same faith (just ask my LDS friends) and I cannot bear to see her go so easily. I really want to see her and David A. both make it far!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;While were talking about the bottom 3, I personally think Syesha BORE-cado should've been on the stools last night. I must apologize to all of you who have come to learn of how much an avid fan I  WAS/USED TO BE of Syesha...but after this week, I cannot say that I feel the same way. I have grown to really enjoy the song, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Always Love You,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;but something was missing..she needs Whitney lessons from last years Lakisha Jones, now SHE has the chords for Whitney! WHOO! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Micheal Johns gave a great performance, as usual, but I have a hard time with his diggery dingo facial expressions when he sings. For some reason it looks like he is passing a golf ball sized kidney stone, or maybe he looks so distraught because he's still waiting for his boomerang to return. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Carly still seems to be overly excited to make it week after week. But who can't like her irish accent? But I prefer Brooke to be waiting at the end of my Lucky Charms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;As for Jason, he just needs to just figure out where he is, and come out of his giggle-weed cloud and realize he is on LIVE television. I think he will be the next to showcase himself as a "regular" in the bottom 3 in a couple weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;But I can say I am looking forward to Idol Gives Back next week, because we FINALLY get to hear Kristy Lee sing Amazing Grace!! YEEEHAAWWWWWWW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/R_SaPWnL1yI/AAAAAAAAAL0/tQaYd1qMA58/s1600-h/retro29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/R_SaPWnL1yI/AAAAAAAAAL0/tQaYd1qMA58/s400/retro29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1291964230452645591-5472815233981112496?l=bipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/feeds/5472815233981112496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291964230452645591&amp;postID=5472815233981112496&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/5472815233981112496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/5472815233981112496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/2008/04/how-say-you-america-i-demand-my-refund.html' title='How Say YOU America?! I DEMAND My Refund For That Ticket To DollyWood!'/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861670821553876404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNeTdsbPGh8/TlacwqlcJhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HCXYh-0NIAY/s220/me44.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/R_SZ8WnL1xI/AAAAAAAAALs/fqIJclc282o/s72-c/retro28.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291964230452645591.post-5662348365531465824</id><published>2008-03-30T23:12:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T00:52:37.672-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How Say YOU America?!  Idolatry All Around</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Lets hear if for the performances on the bizarre ''Songs From the Year You Were Born'' theme night!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Kristy Lee has YET again squeezed her country twang into American hearts (not this guys thats for sure!) As soon as I heard what song she selected to sing, I immediately felt the bowels cramp up. But GOD BLESS YOU KRISTY! For choosing to play the patriotism card-its a sure way to buy you ANOTHER week in the competition! Bring on Dolly Parton! YEEEHAAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;But make sure YOU AMERICA tune in next week when she belts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;America The Beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;, followed by Neil Diamond's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Were Coming To America&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;, then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;The Battle Hymn of the Republic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;, and lastly watch it continue until the BIG Finale when she invades IRAQ!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I admit I wasn't shocked to see Chikezie being sent packing. I knew there had to be something worthy of praise in all its glory. I was hoping it'd be either him OR Jason and his Betty Crocker grass brownies, which he seems to smoke every week. I was however a bit nervous for Syesha...but was relieved to see her receive another pass on GO for another week. But enough with the baby crying imitations ok?  Or we may be subjected to you portraying a grown black woman's cry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;And how about we STOP voting for Ramiele and her little person-big voice? Just a thought...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;But on to the GOOD stuff..my TOP 3! Whom I will have the pleasure of seeing LIVE on Tour! Can you feel the anticipated excitement?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;DAVID COOK ladies and...well ladies! (I don't have any gentleman recruited into my blog audience as of yet) I thought reinterpreting Chris Cornell's 2007 take on Michael Jackson's original was, as Simon put it, AMAZING! Which means Rocker David will likely be fending off ''rip-off'' and ''copycat'' accusations regarding his performances from here on out as the competition continues. But I dare say these last couple weeks he has done a GREAT job at recruiting me to the ROCK USA fan club! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Lil David Arculeta-So I TOO have never heard the song he performed, but I welcome the ridicule and laughs when mentioning, did anyone else think of Neverending Story?? I immediately drifted off and found myself on the back of Falkor, the dog like dragon with companion Atreyu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/R_CDT2nL1wI/AAAAAAAAALk/DnFAnjoRlQc/s1600-h/retro27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 260px; height: 196px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/R_CDT2nL1wI/AAAAAAAAALk/DnFAnjoRlQc/s400/retro27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Back to REALITY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I couldn't help but smile as I was watching him perform. Archie is still another favorite of mine whether he ends up at Lagoon singing in their land of misfited Madrigal themed shows. Theres no hate, just love for all you WJHS Mads out there....show me the choir stare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Ahh Brooke White and your golden locks of blonde hair. I'd like to see you sing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Cabin Fever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; in a red spitfire dress while dangled over THAT piano...WOW! You just tickle Bips ivory num nums! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Aussie Micheal may have brought me back to the Mighty Duck movies when he sang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We Will Rock You/We Are the Champions&lt;/span&gt;, and it obviously was a hit with the crowd and the judges, but can we cut back on the foreign charisma, eh mate?! You're not helping us single white Americans who are looking for love....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;That leaves you Carly Smithson. Bear down and breathe. Thats all I have to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291964230452645591-5662348365531465824?l=bipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/feeds/5662348365531465824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291964230452645591&amp;postID=5662348365531465824&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/5662348365531465824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/5662348365531465824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/2008/03/how-say-you-america-idolatry-all-around.html' title='How Say YOU America?!  Idolatry All Around'/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861670821553876404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNeTdsbPGh8/TlacwqlcJhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HCXYh-0NIAY/s220/me44.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/R_CDT2nL1wI/AAAAAAAAALk/DnFAnjoRlQc/s72-c/retro27.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291964230452645591.post-3845102173067807163</id><published>2008-03-22T23:37:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T00:41:55.483-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How Say YOU America?! American Idol Review (Or Was It The Beatles Back from the Dead?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Congratulations Yoko Ohno, assasins, cancer, and one-legged gold diggers, you're no longer the WORST thing to ever happen to the Beatles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;But please allow me to put on a shirt with the word, "Edelweiss" printed across my manly physique, and impersonate Julie Andrews in The Sound of Music by running over a luscious green hilltop, arms wide open, and praising all things green and beautiful by saying:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt; "Elvira has FINALLY gone home!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;That would be the infamous rock and roll nurse, Amanda Overmyer for those of you reading this, who are dazed and confused, by the above reference. (I honestly thought she resembled the mistress of the dark, Elvira. ) So give me credit where credit is deserved! Her performance of one of the WORST Beatles songs ever made, 'Back in the U.S.S.R.,'' spent her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Idol&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt; run simply trying ''to show America what they would see if they came to my show and bought a ticket to see me.'' Guess you will end up promoting that small local bar in Lafayette just as you predicted.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Instead, we get another week of — cue slightly off-key fiddles, please! — Kristy Lee Cook! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;(As we are subjected to the screams and arm waving from the dreaded &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Idol&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt; ''mosh pit'' and its sorority-sisters-on-meth occupants. No Kappas in that crowd thats for sure!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;I have decided to give up on thinking that Kristy Lee will ever be voted off the competition. After seeing her come out the night before, in what looked like a combination of a Glad lock zipper bag and cellophane WITH her cowgirl boots in toe, I was beside myself (literally.) We might as well declare her the Season 7 victor and cut her a record deal right now! I have never despised anyone as much as I do Kristy Lee...well I take that back, shes up there with Chris Rich and Phil "stalker eyes" Stacey from last year...scary!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;I was also very shocked to see that Carly was in the bottom three..but then again she did claim to be the broken-winged blackbird after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Which brings us to the previous evening's four most successful performances, three of which I really liked, and four of which left me ambivalent. Let's start with the last one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;#1.) Micheal Johns. Now the aussie has been one of my favorites in this competition, except for this past week. He was bound to fail in his attempt to condense a long and winding number into 90 seconds, and then blame the fact that it was so "terrible" on account because one of his friends who has passed away loved that song...? Ok, where do we go from here? Good thing you mentioned your Hollywood-week performance of ''Bohemian Rhapsody'' in your interview package, all the better to remind voters why we put you into the season 7 finals in the first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;#2.) Ramiele Maluby. Elevator Music Idol! ZZzzz..When I spend the entire 90 seconds transfixed by a contestant's dazzling eyeliner and over done lip gloss, then there's something missing from the performance. I'm just waiting for her to hit the road RIGHT after Kristy Lee finally takes the hint and packs her bags for good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;#3 AND #4 Goes to the unexplained Jason Castro speaking another language after smoking an entire bowl of french weed and Chikezie, harmonica lessons anyone?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;The four performances that I really enjoyed had to be Syesha's "Yesterday" (which I agree with Simon, should've been sung by Brooke,) I think having her be in the bottom three 2 weeks ago probably shook her up a bit to step it up, I don't know why most people find her to be a bit boring...I LOVE her voice! (See part 1 of How Say You and my infatuation with black women haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;#2.) David Cook- with his rock-esque rendition of ''Day Tripper'' which was inspired by Whitesnake's cover, and yeah, maybe a 90-second performance doesn't really leave enough time to break out the "vocoder" and make it totally work, this cover found Rocker David singing totally in tune and, as Randy pointed out, delivering his number as if it were part of his own concert, WHERE CAN I BUY TICKETS!? I definitely was a believer and purchased that and Eleanor Rigby on iTunes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;#3.) David Archuleta! A great comeback after last weeks forgotten lyrics! I was literally holding my breath hoping he would come back on top. I was glad to see that he made it into the Top 10 and I can look forward to seeing him on TOUR!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;#4.) Brooke White. Maybe not her best performance, definitely not even close to Let It Be, but how could you not feel the awkwardness as she tried to compete with one of the BEST performances from this entire Season?! I think she deserves to make it definitely to the #4 slot if not further, shes got a really sweet voice that leaves me yearning for the nanny to sing BIP to sleep! Guess seeing her LIVE and ON TOUR will just have to do for the time being. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;(Can you just feel the angst for it to be July already!?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;On a final note, being a "family" oriented program I really enjoyed how Ryan introduced Kellie Pickler — his statement that she's "grown in so many ways" and how it elicits several dirty old man chuckles, keep it up Seacrest!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1291964230452645591-3845102173067807163?l=bipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/feeds/3845102173067807163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291964230452645591&amp;postID=3845102173067807163&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/3845102173067807163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/3845102173067807163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/2008/03/how-say-you-america-american-idol.html' title='How Say YOU America?! American Idol Review (Or Was It The Beatles Back from the Dead?)'/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861670821553876404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNeTdsbPGh8/TlacwqlcJhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HCXYh-0NIAY/s220/me44.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291964230452645591.post-8665969059460212499</id><published>2008-03-16T20:19:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T21:18:36.024-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How Say YOU America?!  American Idol Review   pt. 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Wasn't the Beatles concert LIVE last Tues. night the greatest thing since sliced bread? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ok I have a confession to make. I taped the entire nights episode, (like I do every week with my favorite tv shows) just because I head off to work at 8pm, and because I don't have to worry about missing something vocally amazing. But I didn't get to catch any of those AMAZING performances (Brooke, Micheal, Carly and you David Cook) and ended up skipping the show altogether that night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;By watching the recaps of the performances on Wed night, I was relieved that I didn't put myself through the robotic meltdown of Kristy Lee, the camera leering from David H., and the forgotten lyrics by my favorite, David A.!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;DAVID WHYYYYYYY!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;So it all comes down to this. How would you react if Jim Carrey showed up at your workplace to plug his new movie? And what would you ask the judges and Idols if you got to "call in" to the show? Are these the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;NEW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; additions to the Season 7 show that we can "look forward" too while waiting to hear who is being kicked off?! I suppose the producers needed to come up with something new, now that there wont be so much overexposure to the guest artists of the night like last year, (THANK GOODNESS!) but now instead we can watch the bottom 3 perform their terrible performances ONCE AGAIN, OVER AGAIN, until it comes down to the last 10 minutes of air time. Gotta LOVE FOX!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I am not going to waste blog space on whether David H. was given his ticket to ride because of his "stressful week" aka overly broadcast news, about his past-but my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Idol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;-atry couldn't be more than thrilled to see him finally exit the stage!! To hear from his exit interview that he was supposedly one of the BEST singers of the season 7 crew was extremely laughable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;As for KC, aka Kristy Lee Cook....she will get hers as long as I KEEP thinking that NEXT WEEK WILL BE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; WEEK...right, I thought that was the case 2 weeks ago. Maybe shes the next Sanjaya?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I am so glad that we will get to listen to more Beatles renditions this next week as well, as if we haven't had enough butchering of classics already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Once again my DVR will be utilized in its entirety so I can fast forward those intimate moments with KC and her country pop horse manure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291964230452645591-8665969059460212499?l=bipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/feeds/8665969059460212499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291964230452645591&amp;postID=8665969059460212499&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/8665969059460212499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/8665969059460212499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/2008/03/how-say-you-america-ameican-idol-review.html' title='How Say YOU America?!  American Idol Review   pt. 4'/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861670821553876404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNeTdsbPGh8/TlacwqlcJhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HCXYh-0NIAY/s220/me44.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291964230452645591.post-8320809562582505231</id><published>2008-03-06T22:28:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T23:07:00.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Say YOU America?! Idol's Top 12 Undressed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;PRAISE JESUS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Finally a reality show that proved worthy of angelic praise! I was sooo close to turning the heat off on my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Idol-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;atry for good, but tonight brought me back to the dawg pound! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;WOOF WOOF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Just try calling me a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Mutt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt; Paula...I DARE YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/R9DUAxTCnOI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Pam5wa6PM_g/s1600-h/collage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 301px; height: 301px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/R9DUAxTCnOI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Pam5wa6PM_g/s400/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Tear drops keep falling on my head...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Or maybe not..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Remember how I mentioned that Deanis Priscilla and I decided to go at the infamous "bracket" for our Idol predictions? Well let me just say that so far I haven't been scoring the big points, in fact Dean has whipped me like whipped cream every week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;But I definitely came through on this week's predictions...3 out of 4 ain't bad.  But I still have a TON of catching up to do if I want to win that tour of the Hogle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;First up is Britney Spears...er...uhh I mean Kady Malloy. Kady's failure, of course, may be good news for the competition's other soulless blonde, Kristy Lee Cook, who sang, um, something, tonight, and didn't miss too many notes, if memory serves. It's just that, uh, I kind of seriously cannot even remember it. Not without fast forwarding back through my DVR. And I just don't care enough about Kristy Lee to do it. She is my prediction to be the FIRST to exit the TOP 12 stage...come on she is NOT that great!! More importantly, I am guessing you don't care enough either. Can we skip Kristy Lee? Yes, I know. There was some cleavage action going on Wednesday night, I mean HEY the more you show the more votes you get right? Shout out to YOU HALEY! aka Leggs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Danny Norriega&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Despite the recent news and postings of his Christmas caroling while dropping multiple F-bombs, I am assuming that all somehow added up to his final exit on the show. Or perhaps America couldn't take anymore crazed sassiness and back talk. AMEN! Granted I did feel bad for him at the end, lets be real here folks, who enjoys seeing a grown woman cry?! Certainly not me! I couldn't help from noticing that before the results were announced, as it was down between him and Jacuzzi; Danny knew it was inevitable and we would get to see his FIERCE thrusting and stalker-esque eye contact as he belted out Tainted Love one more time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Asia'H Epperson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Let the purge begin with Whitney. Asia'h's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt; grandma pants caught my attention more than her song. Her performance of ''I Want to Dance With Somebody'' sounded as if it was exhausting her. If that was exhausting her, I wonder what physically dancing with somebody would do, LOL! Paula said she nailed it. Not so much. Her spunkiness is suffocating, so you can imagine how elated I was when she left the stage FOR GOOD! I always had the suspicion that she wouldn't make it into the Top 12, non-alcoholic drinks on me America!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Luke Menard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;"There is a foul voice in the air!" said Legolas as his piercing elven eyes gazed across the horizon of Middle Earth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;That would be the vocal of Luke, Orlando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only obvious when it was down to the last 3 guys, having not sent 1 home yet, that when Luke stood up it was clear he was going to be the first to exit the stage out of the male performers. I must come right out and say it, I voted for him relentlessly last night (next to David Cook) in hopes that it would make him remain in the competition and beat out David H. or Jacuzzi, but alas it didn't do me any justice. Choosing to sing that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;WHAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt; song was not the best choice at all my friend! Your vocal range was definitely unique and different to the show, but just didn't attract many voters. Unless theyre fans of Hugh Jackman and Orlando, like me. Heres to your future!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;So there you have it. The Idol-atry has reached its Top 12. The anticipation is finally over! Now we get to sit back and watch the remaining contestants belt out renditions from ‘I Want to Hold Your Hand’ to ‘Got to Get You Into My Life.’ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;This is one viewer that will be cashing in on his ticket to ride the Yellow Submarine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1291964230452645591-8320809562582505231?l=bipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/feeds/8320809562582505231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291964230452645591&amp;postID=8320809562582505231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/8320809562582505231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/8320809562582505231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/2008/03/how-say-you-america-idols-top-12_06.html' title='How Say YOU America?! Idol&apos;s Top 12 Undressed'/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861670821553876404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNeTdsbPGh8/TlacwqlcJhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HCXYh-0NIAY/s220/me44.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/R9DUAxTCnOI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Pam5wa6PM_g/s72-c/collage2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291964230452645591.post-219749540506056908</id><published>2008-02-28T21:26:00.012-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T11:18:33.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Say YOU America?! American Idol Review pt. 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Another sad, sad day for 4 contestants, and also most of all the viewers! Yes, I am speaking about me! After tonights results, all I can say is that this show never seems to amaze me. Mostly because THE CONTESTANTS that SHOULD go home DO NOT!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I'M RAISING MY CANE TO YOU AMANDA OVERMYER!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;But those of you reading this are saying, "But Shay thats why its entertaining! We want to give a record contract to another Ruben Stoddard that will end up with a one-hit wonder and be featured on VH1's 100 Awesomely Worst Songs EVER!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;RIGHT YOU ARE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/R8eJJEQK4zI/AAAAAAAAAI0/AG6NINRKuRo/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/R8eJJEQK4zI/AAAAAAAAAI0/AG6NINRKuRo/s400/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ahh the lucky 4 that went home tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Alaina Whitaker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I blame it on the blue dress! You can admit it  was a major distraction. Its THE ONLY REASON I can still think of as to why she was sent home (and personally I don't own any dresses, nor plan on owning any in the future, sorry to disappoint) but I know what looks good on that body John Mayer calls a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Wonderland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;. I was really sad to see her go, she was starting to be my favorite out of the girl scouts. Samoas anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Robbie Carrico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Robbie, I blame it on the critique from the judges! They don't believe he is a rocker?? If someone says they're a rocker, then by all means they are what they eat right?  I for one, tend to pass on the bowl of Van Halen flakes for breakfast every morning, but I thought his performance this week was MUCH better than last week and definitely not the reason to send him home. At least you have the Justin Timberlake image working for ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can also admit that I am glad Luke pulled it through tonight, (could be because I voted for him last night..) but Orlando you need to pick better song choices otherwise your bow and arrow elf-skills wont save you from Middle Earth next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Jason Yaeger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;FINALLY!! This was THE ONLY decision of the night that I actually agreed with. I didn't like him from the beginning. I know I'm cruel. Maybe it was because he was pulling the white stripe in his black mane that made me think he was copying Blake Lewis....HOW DARE HE!! Or probably because each week, his song choices reminded me of something that would be performed as the opening for a caribbean cruise. I'll look for you on the rebound on my next cruise Jason!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Alexandrea Lushington&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Again never liked her...but it came down between her and my FAVORITE (choke me with a peace sign) Amanda Overmyer. I've realized that Amanda will always be in the bottom 2 and end up prevailing in her flame rippling chaps and bad hair. As much as I'd like to rant and stomp my midget legs over this fact, my crystal ball sees Amanda making it into the top 12 (look what happened last year between Hayley Scarnato &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Legs,&lt;/span&gt;" and Sabrina Sloan). Sorry Alexan-DREA, but at least you can go back to being the poster child for your daddys fire department. PEACE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So according to the bracket sheet the score is 35 to 41, with Jess leading 41. I felt better knowing that we both banked on Amanda going home tonight, but we were denied ONCE AGAIN by the Idol police! Maybe the strategy is to not get our hopes up altogether and choose someone that is MUCH stronger vocally, because Elvira will triumph overall in the very end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am going to put my life on the line and make my Top 12 prediction...are you ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/R8eV20QK41I/AAAAAAAAAJE/jSnCxepB0JQ/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/R8eV20QK41I/AAAAAAAAAJE/jSnCxepB0JQ/s400/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Tune in Next Week to see if I have the power to predict America's GREAT TASTE in music!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;(If It was up to me some of the above wouldn't be there...I'm talking to you David Hernandez and Asia'h Epperson) I know this prediction will end up back in my face, I might as well quit and save me the embarrassment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/1291964230452645591-219749540506056908?l=bipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/feeds/219749540506056908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291964230452645591&amp;postID=219749540506056908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/219749540506056908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/219749540506056908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/2008/02/how-say-you-america-american-idol_28.html' title='How Say YOU America?! American Idol Review pt. 2'/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861670821553876404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNeTdsbPGh8/TlacwqlcJhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HCXYh-0NIAY/s220/me44.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/R8eJJEQK4zI/AAAAAAAAAI0/AG6NINRKuRo/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291964230452645591.post-1042875307323111424</id><published>2008-02-21T22:16:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T22:34:07.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Say YOU AMERICA?! American Idol Review pt. 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Ok so I have become an AVID fan of American Idol ever since last season. As most of you already know from hearing it from my own lips, you knew that I acted like a giddy school girl when I would mention how much of a fan I was of Blake Lewis from the Season 6 crew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;It grew even more so when Jessica and I had the pleasure to enjoy VIP seating at the American Idol Concert Tour last summer, and I got to see my favorites, Blake and Lakisha, perform Live!! It definitely was the highlight of 2007 for me, next to the amazing birthday I had (even though I turned 26 that year which is nothing to praise Jesus about, but my friends made it memorable.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I have begun my journey on the American Idol Soul Train, by bringing you my thoughts, gripes and groans from this years Season 7 contestants! Fasten your seat belts and dance like theres no tomorrow, because this is going to be a bumpy blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;This year Season 7 has been overly hyped up to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; best season.  I can honestly agree somewhat, but after viewing the performances both Tues. and Wed. night I wasn't exactly jumping out of my skin. I did come away however enjoying a couple guys and a few girls, but wouldn't say they contributed (as Randy "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;DAWG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;" Jackson says) that  WOW, SLAYING factor. So bring back Sarah Michelle Gellar and have her open up a can of Vampire Slayer whoop ass!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;My opinion could also be that I'm not a music major nor a chorister of a 50 piece brass and wind orchestra, (you can look for that in my next life) so whose to say I know what I'm complaining about. However,  my perspective could also be a result of the fact that I am just partially confused and annoyed with anything that comes out of Paula Abdul's mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;YES I SAID IT! Have your Mighty Ducks meet me on the ice Emilio!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Don't get me wrong, I dance like theres no tomorrow with my cold hearted slave, and straight up I'll tell her if I really want to love her forever. But as of right now, she needs to say either she liked the performance or not! I don't want to hear how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;BEAUTIFUL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;FUN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; the contestant looked, I want to know if YOU, Paula, think the performance deserves to be voted for. And not if they contributed to one of the many colors of the damn rainbow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;But Paula you are Forever My Girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;So the results from tonights show, 2 guys and 2 girls were voted off. But lets speak frankly for a second here, wouldn't you think the 30 million something odd voters out there (me being 1 of them) would want to weed out the terrible singers/performances from the ones who have the pipes AND the potential?!! Of course not, thats why its entertaining right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;This Season, Jessica and I have decided to do a bracket for each week. By choosing which guys and girls will be voted off, and therefore gain a certain amount of points for each one we get correct. Ending up in a complimentary tour of Hogle Zoo. HOORAY! So generally I thought I had this IN THE BAG!! But perhaps my over confidence and competitive edge made me lost sight of how AMERICA votes whose good and whose bad (remember last year's Sanjaya?? Not a pretty sight!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/R75kZ0LPVGI/AAAAAAAAAIk/ORt055dKhL8/s1600-h/AI1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 214px; height: 161px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/R75kZ0LPVGI/AAAAAAAAAIk/ORt055dKhL8/s400/AI1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Joanne Borgella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;It came down between her and Amanda Overmyer (who I think looks like Elvira) and I was SO disappointed that America chose the plus size model, Joanne, to leave. I admit that her first performance was not that great, partly because we didn't get to see most of her performances during Hollywood Week, probably because Fox couldn't stop relating the sad, sad, irish tale of Carly Smithson and her horrible visa incident. WHO CARES! But Joanne was one of the girls I was pulling for to make the Top 12. It could also be the attraction I have to plus size black women who hold a special place in my white man bosom, but I think she deserved to show us exactly that vocal range she talked about. I was REALLY torn over this outcome, and it probably will ruin the rest of the Season for me because YOU Amanda Overmyer sang a scatt-datt-enn-doo-doo-crap-whack song and if anyone likes that kind of music genre probably resides in the hills of incest hood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other girl to leave was Amy Davis, who I knew right after she performed that horrible song was going to be the first to leave the stage so gimme some points America, or was it TOO obvious??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/R75mU0LPVHI/AAAAAAAAAIs/cbAYNVYtkb8/s1600-h/AI2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 214px; height: 286px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/R75mU0LPVHI/AAAAAAAAAIs/cbAYNVYtkb8/s400/AI2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Colton Berry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Now Colton wasn't one of my favorite guys, but I thought he sang a better song than half the guys Tuesday night. So again, I was very upset and frustrated when America dropped the ball by sending him home. Maybe his reference to Ellen will get him a guest starring role on her show and she can promote his solo album. But he and a few other contestants are under the age of 18 and still have their lives ahead of them, but I thought that Chikeze definitely needed to be voted off for his terrible Diana Ross rendition, but what do I know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I'm sad to see you go Garrett Clark, but at least you got to look like Micheal Jackson on your last night on the American Idol stage! Don't let the mic stand hit you on the way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Hopefully next week America can regain consciousness and this time eliminate YOU Jason Yeager, David Hernandez, Chikezie Eze, Amanda Overmyer, Aish'a Epperson, Alexandrea Lushington; because God knows if either of you make the Top 12 this will be one "avid fan" that will turn the TV off on Idol for good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/1291964230452645591-1042875307323111424?l=bipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/feeds/1042875307323111424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291964230452645591&amp;postID=1042875307323111424&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/1042875307323111424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/1042875307323111424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/2008/02/how-say-you-america-american-idol.html' title='How Say YOU AMERICA?! American Idol Review pt. 1'/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861670821553876404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNeTdsbPGh8/TlacwqlcJhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HCXYh-0NIAY/s220/me44.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/R75kZ0LPVGI/AAAAAAAAAIk/ORt055dKhL8/s72-c/AI1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291964230452645591.post-4793372916915520408</id><published>2008-02-18T05:45:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T06:09:04.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Dedicate THIS To YOU..Skunk Doe!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;So I have had pretty good luck when it pertains to disasters of any kind. Granted I am still trying to forget the unfortunate car wreck that I was apart of last August 2006, and frankly I was the one to blame for it all. I confess I was distracted while listening to Dido (who has been removed from the vehicle forever I must admit.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;But I have NEVER been so lucky as to commandeer my car to take the life of any animal or vermin..such as lets say...a skunk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;EXCEPT THIS MORNING ON MY WAY HOME FROM WORK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;There was no Dido to blame, this time it was Blake Lewis, but I was not in any way, shape or form disabled or daydreaming (like I somehow tend to do more often than not.) I caught a glimpse of the creature scurrying across Bangerter Hwy (most likely to make it back to its family awaiting his/her return, which I still cannot get out of me head!!) and then THANKS TO ME....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;WHAM!!! BAM!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I immediately gasped as I felt my car go up and over its NOW lifeless body....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I shut Blake Lewis up, and I was extremely sad, no not because I shut Blake up for the first time, but because I have never did anything so terrorist-like before. I know some of you reading this are scoffing and cannot believe I am in such pain and anguish over this vermin, but you're not the ones being reminded of the incident every time you enter and exit your vehicle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;YES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Skunk doe (I refer to it as "doe" because I did not take the opportunity to pull over immediately after said accident to discover its gender, nor to pack it up to bring home to skin what was left of its remains and make some skunk jerky)  left behind whats left of its mortal existence on the front right wheel of my car, an indescribable burnt toast fragrance; and I am forever to be reminded of its tragic removal from this life because I couldn't swerve like a Nascar pro race car driver. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I am hoping that by relating this tale as in a blog obituary, I will be able to sleep well and not be caused to dream of the situation over and over; while remaining WIDE awake until I finally decide to forget sleeping altogether and attempt to receive some sort of justification of my actions by watching Tyra, or Oprah (whichever is on when I give up on sleep.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;There has been a small fund set up in the name of Skunk Doe for all those interested in submitting some sort of currency to pay for the damages caused on this terrible Monday morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291964230452645591-4793372916915520408?l=bipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/feeds/4793372916915520408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291964230452645591&amp;postID=4793372916915520408&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/4793372916915520408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/4793372916915520408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-dedicate-this-to-youskunk-doe.html' title='I Dedicate THIS To YOU..Skunk Doe!'/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861670821553876404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNeTdsbPGh8/TlacwqlcJhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HCXYh-0NIAY/s220/me44.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291964230452645591.post-1043829246004195970</id><published>2008-02-10T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T03:36:42.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bips BUCKET List</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Ahh the beauty and bliss of a life well lived and well deserved. I was looking over my list of things to do before i die and decided to share them with YOU, my beloved audience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Catch a Punch&lt;br /&gt;As someone takes a swing at me, I just want to be able to catch it, twist their arm backwards, and hear them scream in agony!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roll A Car&lt;br /&gt;Survive and come away unscathed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pull a Fake Mustache Off A Guy At A Dinner Party and yell "AHA!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urinate on A Jellyfish Sting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hop into a Cab and Yell "FOLLOW THAT CAR!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drag my hand backwards down a Woman's Cheek While Saying&lt;br /&gt;"What A Shame"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Direct a Movie called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AWESOME&lt;/span&gt; So I Can Be Referred To As&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AWESOME&lt;/span&gt; Director&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cauterize a war wound with gunpowder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fend off a Bear with a torch, as he goes up on his hind legs, I grab a torch from the fire and shake it back and forth while yelling&lt;br /&gt;"BACK, BACK!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make love endlessly all during some natural disaster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interrogate a criminal in a dark room, and take the bright light from above and shine it directly onto their face and say "Were Onto You!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be the only survivor on a deserted island and write SOS in the sand&lt;br /&gt;while waiting for rescue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continue to rack my insanity and come up with more ideas to act out&lt;br /&gt;before I die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291964230452645591-1043829246004195970?l=bipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/feeds/1043829246004195970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291964230452645591&amp;postID=1043829246004195970&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/1043829246004195970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/1043829246004195970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/2008/02/bips-bucket-list.html' title='Bips BUCKET List'/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861670821553876404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNeTdsbPGh8/TlacwqlcJhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HCXYh-0NIAY/s220/me44.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291964230452645591.post-3150703834454093890</id><published>2008-01-21T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T21:04:52.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Week IN RAGE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;So like most of my friends, they have dedicated certain moments in their lives to vent, complain, and scream about those special events in their lives, which always have brought a smile to my face. No not because I enjoy the pain and agony of others, but because they're the most hilarious moments in anyones life, mine too. As such, I have decided to try to dedicate a post a week to those same type of moments called "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;This Week In Rage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;." Hope it brings a smile to your face and makes you rejoice that your life isn't as bad as mine...(can I get a witness?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;This Week In Rage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I recently was invited to take a trip to Maize, Kansas to celebrate the marriage of my cousin to the man of her dreams. I wasn't planning on attending, mostly because I didn't have enough money to spend on the trip. But my OTHER cousin Laura, showed up at my house last week and begged me to jump on the soul train headed for Kansas. Despite the fact that there is absolutely NOTHING to do in Kansas, let alone the DRIVE OUT THERE there is NOTHING PERIOD. But I was wanting to get away, and so I couldn't resist. So this week in Rage has got to be the 36 hours I spent in the backseat, driving to AND from Kansas. I could NOT wait to get out of the car at the dirty gas stations just to stretch my legs, only to regret that we had a long ways to go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;In the end I did enjoy the entire trip alone. I love being around my family and especially hanging out with the Baptist Community in Maize, Kansas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;PRAISE JESUS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291964230452645591-3150703834454093890?l=bipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/feeds/3150703834454093890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291964230452645591&amp;postID=3150703834454093890&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/3150703834454093890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/3150703834454093890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-week-in-rage.html' title='This Week IN RAGE!'/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861670821553876404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNeTdsbPGh8/TlacwqlcJhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HCXYh-0NIAY/s220/me44.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291964230452645591.post-1574065414276022630</id><published>2008-01-09T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T01:28:56.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Come and Knock On Our Door!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/R4R9hilr0SI/AAAAAAAAAHU/FGPEyFC1KLk/s1600-h/retro26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/R4R9hilr0SI/AAAAAAAAAHU/FGPEyFC1KLk/s400/retro26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; Come and knock on our door.....&lt;br /&gt;We've been waiting for you......&lt;br /&gt;Where the kisses are hers and hers and his,&lt;br /&gt;Three's company too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come and dance on on our floor......&lt;br /&gt;Take a step that is new.....&lt;br /&gt;We've a loveable space that needs your face,&lt;br /&gt;Three's company too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll see that life is a frolic and laughter is calling for you......&lt;br /&gt;Down at our rendez-vous,&lt;br /&gt;Three's company, too!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There is no doubt that any of you have forgotten the crazy escapades of Jack, Janet, and Crissy and their flamboyant landlord Mr. Furley. Better yet that addictive jingle, "Come and Knock on Our door, we've been waiting for you....Three's Company too!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have figured out my own Three's Company. I consider it one of the closest knit friendships around. So I have gone ahead and created my own version of the 1977 sitcom below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/R4R0eClr0RI/AAAAAAAAAHM/YjvVo03xk0g/s1600-h/me.33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/R4R0eClr0RI/AAAAAAAAAHM/YjvVo03xk0g/s400/me.33.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so I'm not exactly the best graphic editor, but while you are contemplating whether to laugh out loud or cry inside, let me share more with you regarding Three's Company. The other night, Jessica, Jana and myself were hanging out at our favorite place, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Village Inn&lt;/span&gt;, or as we would like to call..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The VI&lt;/span&gt;. Consider it the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peach Pit&lt;/span&gt; of the 90210 days or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Max&lt;/span&gt; from Saved By The Bell.  We always tend to come out of the establishment, after glancing over the crowd that continues to pour in from who knows where (I've decided they all come down from the mountains, and I don't mean the views of PC or Deer Valley) feeling better for the lives we are currently living, despite the different circumstances we each embody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I for one like to mention that despite these differences, the three of us have decided that we will most likely end up hanging out at the Inn into our late 40s and beyond, still single and still going through the circumstances that I mentioned before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After giving it some thought, I have to agree! We all have some sort of  disposition for illness or disability of some kind, and in some cases history has repeated itself. I don't want to go into too much detail, but we each have at least one thing or another that makes us stand out. I have to give credit to Jessica and Jana for accomplishing and receiving their Bachelor Degrees which I still need to hammer out sometime within my life. So right there goes to show you that we are not that odd of a group. I'd like to think of us as being endowed with great senses of humor, personalities and who have thus far lived life to its fullest (probably more evolved than Crissy, Janet and Jack even.) I am grateful for Jess and Jana for continuing the long friendship the three of us have enjoyed. I believe it will continue to grow and get more crazier and even more memorable experiences will be realized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if that means having our names engraved on a gold plaque and placed on a booth within The VI, (what an accomplishment that would be!!) Which, like the theme song, has a space that needs your face, Three's Company Too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&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/1291964230452645591-1574065414276022630?l=bipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/feeds/1574065414276022630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291964230452645591&amp;postID=1574065414276022630&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/1574065414276022630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/1574065414276022630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/2008/01/come-and-knock-on-our-door.html' title='Come and Knock On Our Door!'/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861670821553876404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNeTdsbPGh8/TlacwqlcJhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HCXYh-0NIAY/s220/me44.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/R4R9hilr0SI/AAAAAAAAAHU/FGPEyFC1KLk/s72-c/retro26.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291964230452645591.post-6319090506480447569</id><published>2008-01-02T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T20:16:43.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Victim Of The BIRTHDAY HOO HAHH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I would first off like to mention that this year was THE best Christmas I have experienced in awhile. I was able to throw a party for some influential, and fantastic friends anyone could wish for, and I spent the majority of the holiday with my family which I really enjoyed. I also took some ALONE time, (are you surprised?) which I could never see myself doing in my entire life. Just for the fact that I  was always one wanting to be amongst A crowd ALL THE TIME.  I honestly believe I have reached a major milestone in my life realizing that YOU NEED ALONE TIME!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; I also hope this isn't a sign of old age because I am turning 27 in less than a week...&gt;tear&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Let me just let the dog pound out of the bag okay...in the past 6 years of my life every time my birthday would come around the cash and prizes side of me HAD to throw some sort of get together with friends. I admit some birthdays were better than others, but all in all I can't complain about the great time I've had and the memorable gifts that I've received. Thank yous go out to you all who have endured these gatherings year after year..I salute YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;But now that I am spiraling down the hill towards 30..I don't want to bother with it anymore. Does anyone else out there feel the need to make a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;BIG HOO HAHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; about their birthday every year it comes around?? I confess to his holiness that I've been a victim of the birthday HOO HAHH, and could never understand why anyone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; want to make such a big deal about their birthdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you I have never been one to text the entire address book in my cell phone stating, "HEY JUST WANT TO REMIND YOU ITS MY BIRTHDAY NEXT WEEK!" Only to be told back, "HEY JUST WANT TO LET YOU KNOW I DIDN'T GET YOU ANYTHING!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I've figured its because from ages 19-25 I was still relishing the ALL ABOUT ME limelight. I was immature and selfish. YES I SAID IT!! But I've finally figured out these demons and decided that I would take a stand and try harder not to squeeze the life out of my friends to come and celebrate just another day with me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;ABOUT ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Just nod your head and make me think that you understand what this jibberish is portraying. I'm done with the fact that I NEED GIFTS, that I NEED TO GO OUT TO DINNER, that I NEED TO SEND INVITATIONS. There are just more important things, like maybe taking all that energy and time to finding a wife and getting hitched...hhmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&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/1291964230452645591-6319090506480447569?l=bipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/feeds/6319090506480447569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291964230452645591&amp;postID=6319090506480447569&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/6319090506480447569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/6319090506480447569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-victim-of-birthday-hoo-hahh.html' title='I&apos;m a Victim Of The BIRTHDAY HOO HAHH'/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861670821553876404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNeTdsbPGh8/TlacwqlcJhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HCXYh-0NIAY/s220/me44.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291964230452645591.post-1860251847547193564</id><published>2007-12-05T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T16:39:05.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is Blake's Hello</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/R1dFw_hPL6I/AAAAAAAAAGE/MVyTViMiMaQ/s1600-h/ADD1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/R1dFw_hPL6I/AAAAAAAAAGE/MVyTViMiMaQ/s320/ADD1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Look in my eyes, can you deny me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I just recently purchased Blake Lewis' new album entitled, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;ADD: Audio Day Dream&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;A.D.D:&lt;br /&gt;Characterized by a persistent pattern of inattention&lt;br /&gt;and/or hyper-activity, as well as forgetfulness, poor impulse control, and distractibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've listened to the entire album twice, and going for round 3. I've come to the conclusion that its comparable to the sound of Maroon 5 and Depeche Mode. Its a mixture of ballads (that make me emotional, I know I'm crazy) and pop beats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I couldn't wait for Santa to stuff this amazing beatbox compilation into my stocking.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;AND YOU SHOULDN'T EITHER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Don't let your A/D/D get the best of you and let your&lt;br /&gt;psyche unwind and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;take a trip into AUDIO DAY DREAM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;So meet me at the End of The World, I'm waiting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/1291964230452645591-1860251847547193564?l=bipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/feeds/1860251847547193564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291964230452645591&amp;postID=1860251847547193564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/1860251847547193564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/1860251847547193564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/2007/12/blakes-hello.html' title='This Is Blake&apos;s Hello'/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861670821553876404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNeTdsbPGh8/TlacwqlcJhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HCXYh-0NIAY/s220/me44.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/R1dFw_hPL6I/AAAAAAAAAGE/MVyTViMiMaQ/s72-c/ADD1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291964230452645591.post-3075923567098655385</id><published>2007-11-30T22:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T23:58:01.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Traditions...TRADITIONS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I love this time of year! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Other than the snow, which I realize I live in the wrong state to even consider the slightest possibility of having a warm December; but mostly for the fact that I get to load Christmas tunes on my ipod and listen to them over and over. After working 10-12 hour days, and listening to nothing but joyous, hallelujah praises that would set your mind straight too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it all comes down to...DUH DUH DUMMMMMMMMMMMM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;TRADITIONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Allow me to start the season off straight with just a few traditions that my family and I do for the holidays. The first, and what I like to consider one of THE most important, the smell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Yes, I said the smells. As in the aroma in the air. Its not Christmas without the smell of a freshly cut Noble Fir Christmas Tree, complete with the Christmas Wreath scented Yankee Candle from Gardener Village. HO HO HO its definitely Christmas time when you light that thing up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Secondly, the Christmas Ornaments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Since the past 5 years, we have purchased nothing but Hallmark ornaments. They come out with different kinds of influential icons every year, from Disney to Star Wars to the Star Trek Enterprise, I call it ODE to Pop Culture. You name it,  we have collected the best ones thus far. My all time favorite is the Pirates of the Caribbean Jack Sparrow that plays, "A Pirates Life For Me" at will. Gotta love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Next, would have to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;one I personally started in 2003. Which I throw a Christmas Party for a small group of close friends all of whom I consider to have made a major impact on my  life. Believe me, I tend to go all out. From Cooking a complete turkey dinner, with homemade rolls, to desserts of all different kinds. I guess you can call it a way how I show them how much they mean to me and how grateful I am that they're apart of my life (and hopefully for the upcoming year.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I am planning on another go at it! For those of you reading this, consider this your invitation to attend! You will not be disappointed. Trust me on that one. Its will be on Friday December 21st starting at 6:30 pm and going til whenever you feel like you need to lose your holly berries. I would love to have you attend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider that my attempt at begging and offering my soul...now pass the wassail!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291964230452645591-3075923567098655385?l=bipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/feeds/3075923567098655385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291964230452645591&amp;postID=3075923567098655385&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/3075923567098655385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/3075923567098655385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/2007/11/ho-ho-humility.html' title='Traditions...TRADITIONS!'/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861670821553876404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNeTdsbPGh8/TlacwqlcJhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HCXYh-0NIAY/s220/me44.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291964230452645591.post-9198526890033400514</id><published>2007-11-20T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T18:55:31.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bippy Crocker's Recipe For Dating</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I was THAT guy in High School, that there was nothing wrong with, but somehow could never get a girlfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I would open doors, get good grades, flash my million-dollar smile. I chose to live life on the positive side and always dreamed of finding somebody special of whom I would get to know, get engaged, and finally get married. All the way from High School and even into college, dating seemed to be the dead end of any type of relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;It wasn't enough to open doors, being a gentleman, paying for dinner, giving them flowers, and even baking cookies for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I finally gave up on dating altogether.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;In some ways dating is like a recipe for cookies, you need to use the right ingredients. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Self respect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selflessness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admiration for the other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common Goals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attraction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Communication&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;The hardest part about making cookies, is that you must allow time for all the ingredients to cook. They smell sooooo good while baking that you're tempted to try them out!!! The truth is cookies are better when they're done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291964230452645591-9198526890033400514?l=bipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/feeds/9198526890033400514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291964230452645591&amp;postID=9198526890033400514&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/9198526890033400514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/9198526890033400514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/2007/11/bippy-crockers-recipe-for-dating.html' title='Bippy Crocker&apos;s Recipe For Dating'/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861670821553876404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNeTdsbPGh8/TlacwqlcJhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HCXYh-0NIAY/s220/me44.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291964230452645591.post-3619388610570843245</id><published>2007-11-17T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T14:06:15.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is The AUDIENCE REALLY Listening? I Think NOT</title><content type='html'>Let me know if you're out there.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just maybe.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will consider posting another blog worth my time, and certainly worth yours of course!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291964230452645591-3619388610570843245?l=bipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/feeds/3619388610570843245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291964230452645591&amp;postID=3619388610570843245&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/3619388610570843245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/3619388610570843245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/2007/11/is-audience-really-listening-i-think.html' title='Is The AUDIENCE REALLY Listening? I Think NOT'/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861670821553876404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNeTdsbPGh8/TlacwqlcJhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HCXYh-0NIAY/s220/me44.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291964230452645591.post-4785723789583465405</id><published>2007-11-04T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T15:39:16.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gr-ATTITUDE Part I</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;November has officially started off, and I can say that I am already feeling that sense of gratitude for the things around me. Below are some thoughts that came to me today while at fast and testimony meeting. As much as the spirit was trying to force me to get up to the pulpit to bear my heart and soul, I just couldn't its been waaaaaaaaaay too long!! So for these few things, be sure to check back throughout the month for more additions to my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Gr-'ATTITUDE'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; series!! Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;My mom! Who cannot say that they are grateful to the woman who went through hours of labor to give birth to you?? Mind you, I tend to purposefully not ask how the process went, other than I know that I was supposed to have brain damage, due to the "chord" being wrapped around my neck upon "exit." But straight up, some may tell you I still am mentally disabled...but I promise you my mind works just fine!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Gr-ATTITUDE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;My brother Aaron. I have 2 brothers, and 1 sister who I love and am grateful for all equally the same, but my younger brother holds a special place in my heart, ESPECIALLY now since hes married and moved away...gosh maybe something like that COULD happen to me?? You think? Its so embarrasing to say this, but the other night, as I walked into the room that used to be occupied by him, it just hit me how much I miss being around him and enjoying his spirit. Hes definitely the reincarnation of Nephi! But as this thought came to me, and I mentioned it to my mom how badly I missed him, I started to cry....ughh!! Which is probably a possibility why I am still single and almost 30, AND still living at home with my mom no doubt...the emotions!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Gr-ATTITUDE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Lord and Savior. The Sacrament meeting today was definitely intended FOR ME!! Its hard feeling like you're alone, but he is always there beside you. I am one who cannot imagine going through my day without being on my knees, I am getting better at reading my scriptures everyday, but could use more work. But I am so grateful for the gospel in my life and for the constant companionship of his spirit. I am so glad that I am worthy enough for him to brighten those gloomy moments in my life and make it all seem so trivial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gr-ATTITUDE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;There may be some lovely individuals who may think that I am insensitive, conceded, and selfish, but I do have a soft spot in my heart. Even room enough for those moments of gratitude and love for those whom deserve it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291964230452645591-4785723789583465405?l=bipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/feeds/4785723789583465405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291964230452645591&amp;postID=4785723789583465405&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/4785723789583465405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/4785723789583465405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/2007/11/grati-tude-part-i.html' title='Gr-ATTITUDE Part I'/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861670821553876404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNeTdsbPGh8/TlacwqlcJhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HCXYh-0NIAY/s220/me44.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291964230452645591.post-4569332804180102489</id><published>2007-10-30T18:08:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T05:13:13.158-06:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG Thats So 'SHAY'MLESS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Shay's SO SHAY-MLESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; 101&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;For starters the 2 main reasons that are listed below, which seem to have ranked me in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;'SHAY'MLESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; category...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have told myself ever since the dairy air shots in the magazines, the random hook ups in hot tubs with college guys, hitting up every single bar from Vegas to Miami, the shots of her driving while the kiddies were not in their car seats, and the frequent hit and runs..(ok so you know the American Dream I am speaking of, Ms. Britney Spears-Federline herself) that I wouldn't support her any longer....but I just purchased her latest CD album entitled &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BLACKOUT&lt;/span&gt;...and I admit I'm addicted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'SHAY'MLESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Recently I threw a Halloween party this past weekend, and the main event for the night was BUNKO! (If you have never played it before, let me know and I will make sure to invite you to the next one) I'd also like to mention that I purchased the prizes that would be ultimately be given away that night. I'm such a nice friend right? Wrong! So as the night went on I wasn't doing very well at all...I was on my way to winning the LOSER prize. As it came time for the last round, I rolled 2 whole bunkos in a row!! Putting me at a total of 6 Bunkos for the night, not bad right? So as a result, the scores were counted and to my dismay I ended up winning the BUNKO prize, a Movie Theater Popcorn Gift Basket full of candy, popcorn and 2 passes to Jordan Commons. I was pretty stunned that I started off so terribly, but ended up winning the big prize at the end. Come to find out, my cousin, who was in 2nd place for most Bunkos tells me "I like it how you plan this party, and end up winning your own prizes that you bought" HEY! Its not my fault that I have the midas touch when it comes to rolling the dice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;'SHAY'MLESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;        If I left out any particular instance, where I was LAME whilst in your presence, by all means, feel free to comment on it. I will make sure to add it to the next list that I am sure will be right around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/1291964230452645591-4569332804180102489?l=bipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/feeds/4569332804180102489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291964230452645591&amp;postID=4569332804180102489&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/4569332804180102489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/4569332804180102489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/2007/10/omg-that-shays-so-lame-us.html' title='OMG Thats So &apos;SHAY&apos;MLESS!'/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861670821553876404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNeTdsbPGh8/TlacwqlcJhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HCXYh-0NIAY/s220/me44.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291964230452645591.post-4322212395222940957</id><published>2007-10-17T22:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T22:48:43.284-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Check Out Mr. Frodo...Life After Middle Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_VV229DbXic"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_VV229DbXic" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone up for seeing my "DANCEY DANCE?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291964230452645591-4322212395222940957?l=bipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/feeds/4322212395222940957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291964230452645591&amp;postID=4322212395222940957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/4322212395222940957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/4322212395222940957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/2007/10/check-out-mr-frodolife-after-middle.html' title='Check Out Mr. Frodo...Life After Middle Earth'/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861670821553876404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNeTdsbPGh8/TlacwqlcJhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HCXYh-0NIAY/s220/me44.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291964230452645591.post-6368253141915127248</id><published>2007-10-17T22:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T23:19:52.536-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Prepare For Trouble...Make It A Double!</title><content type='html'>I'm on the road, on the road...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've built a team, and been training all day long. I'm on the road, and I've been getting strong. Heres the plan I'm gonna head down to the forest...time to collect, some POKEMON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've pretty much been MIA since the end of summer, otherwise known as the end of life as I knew it. Summer has always been a time for me to soak in the sun and revive those dead personality cells within this wholesome, pure, white body of mine. I have always considered getting back into the game called BLOGGING, but never thought there was a point. Until a good friend of mine said, pretty much WTF whats up with the absenteeism?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been a good boy at making sure I'm never tardy or absent, except maybe from those service projects (another name I like to call manual labor) at the Red Butte Gardens or Wasatch Community Gardens, fastening together my homegrown compost from my own feces, and having the nickname Runner Bean, ahh good times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the 411 on my life thus far, still has been somewhat un-eventful, except for 4 main happenings as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Going to the American Idol Concert and Seeing Blake Lewis-IN THE BEATBOXING FLESH (see blog about the concert waaaaaay below) My very best friend Deanis Priscilla Rogers, was kind enough to accompany me to the event, and sit through bad renditions of her idol, Bono...er..was it Bon Jovi?? Well she took these GREAT pics of the man himself...the first pic  hes acknowledging me trying to jump up on stage while being taken away by security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/RxbjtRSVuuI/AAAAAAAAAEI/7Qmq7ti-Ulw/s1600-h/blake6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/RxbjtRSVuuI/AAAAAAAAAEI/7Qmq7ti-Ulw/s320/blake6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://localhost:2569/708f7411f27ce064e220bd8d9ff4604e/image311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://localhost:2569/708f7411f27ce064e220bd8d9ff4604e/image311.jpg?size=320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://localhost:2569/708f7411f27ce064e220bd8d9ff4604e/image304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://localhost:2569/708f7411f27ce064e220bd8d9ff4604e/image304.jpg?size=320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;2. Ending a 5 years streak without a car of my own and bumming rides from all my friends from here to Iowa (LOVE YOU Dean, and MEL P) and finally purchasing a 2003 Toyota Corolla LE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/RxbjtBSVutI/AAAAAAAAAEA/9omyKe5AZmw/s1600-h/Picture+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/RxbjtBSVutI/AAAAAAAAAEA/9omyKe5AZmw/s320/Picture+077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/RxbjshSVusI/AAAAAAAAAD4/uGGI6Uh_emg/s1600-h/Picture+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/RxbjshSVusI/AAAAAAAAAD4/uGGI6Uh_emg/s320/Picture+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;3. Balling my eyes out as I witnessed my younger brother, age 23, getting married to one of the most wonderful, sweet, beautiful, spunky MANTI grown girl I have had the pleasure of calling my "DAUGHTER-IN-LAW" (long story haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://localhost:2569/708f7411f27ce064e220bd8d9ff4604e/image507.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://localhost:2569/708f7411f27ce064e220bd8d9ff4604e/image507.jpg?size=320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/RxbjsRSVurI/AAAAAAAAADw/th9E1UyFwSE/s1600-h/Photo+81.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/RxbjsRSVurI/AAAAAAAAADw/th9E1UyFwSE/s320/Photo+81.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;4. After living 26 years of a good life thus far, making a HUGE life changing choice to get an eye-exam, which ultimately resulted in fastening on a pair of glasses after 26 years of believing I had the best eyesight around. Apparently the cornea in my right eye is shaped like a football, otherwise called a "stigmatism" and using my left eye to pretty much see everything from here to CHINA, (which I've still never been too, but now I can finally experience life to its fullest!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sums up the past few months and the important happenings as to WHY exactly I have been absent from the blog-bidness. I am working on taking the Postal Exam to go Career and receive GREAT BENEFITS, and MORE MONEY! But I have told myself that my life will not be one of a postal worker, licking stamps, and sorting letters to Santa. I still plan on finishing the Bachelors Degree I started at the University of Utah and living life as it happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Denounce the Evils of Truth and Love, To Extend My Reach To The Stars Above...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291964230452645591-6368253141915127248?l=bipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/feeds/6368253141915127248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291964230452645591&amp;postID=6368253141915127248&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/6368253141915127248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/6368253141915127248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/2007/10/prepare-for-troublemake-it-double.html' title='Prepare For Trouble...Make It A Double!'/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861670821553876404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNeTdsbPGh8/TlacwqlcJhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HCXYh-0NIAY/s220/me44.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWqYR4qBB-4/RxbjtRSVuuI/AAAAAAAAAEI/7Qmq7ti-Ulw/s72-c/blake6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291964230452645591.post-4688313296966903838</id><published>2007-08-18T23:11:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T23:26:08.016-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmmmm Yummy! &gt;SHMACK&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Oook so I realize it has been waaaaaaaaaaaay to long since my last witty blog posting.  I have a perfectly good explanation for it too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Excuse me while I finish off 3 different kinds of frosting, and 3 different kinds of cupcakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Oh Im sorry, forgot where I was for a minute.  I have been so tied up lately with work and getting ready for my brother's wedding that I just haven't had time to sit down and put all my random thoughts out of my head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I recently assisted in planning a Bridal Shower for my brother's fiance, lets call her Mary, which happened to turn out lovely! I was trying to figure out what to serve at the shower, since my mom wasn't about to make dinner for 40 people. So as I was looking over my brother's registeries, I strayed upon the great Williams Sonoma website.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;As I was "surfing" (without the board, floaties, and sharks) I noticed they sell cupcake mixes from a Beverly Hills based cupcake chain called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Sprinkles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; (original I know.) What a great idea! Serve cupcakes at the bridal shower! I am amazing, I thought to myself. I will just order up a few of these mixes and prepare them right away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;CHA-CHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;That will be $75 please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Umm...I'm not purchasing a shirt from Express, nor am I paying for a recent hair color. There was no way I was about to fork over that many bones just for it to be pooped out later by people I don't really know. So I was beside myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Then it came to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Purchase the mixes and ingredients and do it yourself! What a great idea! Which in the end came out to being $20. What a save! I apologize that it may seem like I am leaving out a huge chunk of yummy information, but there is anonymous contacts that are baking their brains out and inventing their own Utah based cupcake chain, which I seriously completely endorse by the way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Every bit of the cupcakes were made from scratch! We made three different kinds and they turned out absolutely wonderful!! By time the shower came around, everyone asked me, as I was restocking the quickly devoured "cuppers" ..."Where did you buy these great cupcakes!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Oh..I made them..&gt;wink&lt; &gt;wink&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;So needless to say, I owe a debt of gratitude to all those who made this possible!! (You know who you are)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Lets just say that I  have a dozen leftover if anyone is looking for a late night snack, I for one think I've seen the last of a cupcake for a very long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291964230452645591-4688313296966903838?l=bipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/feeds/4688313296966903838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291964230452645591&amp;postID=4688313296966903838&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/4688313296966903838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/4688313296966903838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/2007/08/mmmmm-yummy-shmack.html' title='Mmmmm Yummy! &gt;SHMACK&lt;'/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861670821553876404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNeTdsbPGh8/TlacwqlcJhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HCXYh-0NIAY/s220/me44.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291964230452645591.post-8757650858808403552</id><published>2007-08-03T16:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T17:15:59.769-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So Much For Wishing On A Wishing Star</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;That whole BS about when you wish upon a star....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;So heres my "fairy tale." Recently I had the wonderful opportunity to attend the American Idol Concert. Granted months beforehand I imagined what it would be like to finally meet Blake Lewis in person! So to make the occasion memorable, I made sure that my hair was colored like his, and that the hairstyle resembled it in every possible way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Nothing like over exerting yourself for nothing....which I was about to discover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;The moment it hit me was when my very best friend, Deanis Priscilla Rogers, made it known to me that our tickets were RIGHT NEXT to the aisle! At this point I was hyperventalating! I couldnt control myself...this was it! The chance I was waiting for was soon to be realized! I would finally get to meet the man, Blake Lewis!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I got my wristband...our seats were 5 rows from the stage! We were a lot closer than I thought we were, again my heart was pounding against my chest. I just wanted to rip it out and throw it up onto the stage and watch Blake throw it back to me. Then all of a sudden, 2 women in their 30s sit next to us and all I hear is "OMG ITS BLAKES TWIN!" and I look over and this woman, whose name I will find out is Maren, proceeds to bull chuck Jessica to get to me and says, "Can I get my picture with you?!" How can I say no? I love feeling that I somewhat resemble the beatboxing champ..and most of all the hard work put into the hair has most definitely paid off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Here, allow me to sputter off some beatboxing &gt;SNAP&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;After experiencing my second shot at fame, we all get into a huge discussion about American Idol and how much we want to meet Blake.  I then find out that Blake's entire family, from Logan, is sitting in the section directly next to us...you can imagine the thoughts running through my mind wanting to invite myself over for Thanksgiving and Christmas just so I can get a picture with Blake! So evidently the night was beginning to be a success, I was on my way to experiencing the greatest moment in my entire life! I will finally be able to die happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Uh..huh..yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;The lights go down, and the teen/pre-teen crowd starts their engines. Screams after screams as a hand grasps my shoulder, I look over, (ITS BLAKE I THOUGHT TO MYSELF..HES GRABBED MY SHOULDER AND I CAN FINALLY GET MY DAMN $150 WORTH) but again it was Maren, shouting to me that Blake was on stage...I look up and there he is! Less than 20 feet away! And not inside my television set! He was wearing this scruffy wig and funny looking outfit, but I def recognized him, but then he set off stage and the concert began!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Come to find out, I would end up leaving that night with no voice, and NO not because I was screaming, but because I was shouting for Blake and Lakisha (who is a lot hotter in person by the way) experiencing signals to worship Satan (Thanks Gina!) surviving Sanjaya's attempt to come out thrusting his 17 year old pelvis in tight hot pink leather pants, and Chris Richardson trying to even remotely come close to beatboxing. Not to mention I got some great souvenirs and sharing in a wonderful, memorable experience with Jessica Rogers. I wouldn't have it any other way....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Except that I wanted to kick the usher in the nuts that was standing in my way of getting to shake Blake's hand...and whoever said Floor seats are better, I want to shoot them. If it were my decision, and if I knew anything about concerts, I would realize that the ones sitting on the Lower Bowl seats, closer to the aisle nearest the stage were the money makers! They all got to shake hands with the entire AI crew. All I got was a slimy kiss from a woman I barely knew by the end of the night, and bruises from her constantly grabbing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENOUGH ALREADY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;If you ask me I would've taken Jessica to grabbing me and kissing me instead...at least that would've made me die happy since my hard work and good money didn't pay off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Now I had to go home and scrub down the fact that I smelt like I smoked an entire bowl of blow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Excuse me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;(This blog post has been edited to include humor, frustration, and witty SOB comments to allow you to chew and digest this memorable event of my dreary summer)&lt;/span&gt;&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/1291964230452645591-8757650858808403552?l=bipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/feeds/8757650858808403552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291964230452645591&amp;postID=8757650858808403552&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/8757650858808403552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/8757650858808403552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/2007/08/so-much-for-wishing-on-wishing-star.html' title='So Much For Wishing On A Wishing Star'/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861670821553876404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNeTdsbPGh8/TlacwqlcJhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HCXYh-0NIAY/s220/me44.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291964230452645591.post-3406813705301182572</id><published>2007-07-28T18:39:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T15:22:11.066-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats the 411?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;DISCLAIMER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;The following is an adaptation from my very best friends blog, whose actually the one who got me hooked on this bidness. So if you have any complaints (you know who you are) you have my number, just text message me the date and time that I am to appear at court with my attorney.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Now for the good stuff!! I like to call the following, "Whats The 411?" Which is a compilation of random facts about me, and I had to do it because the person I copied this idea from, hers was SO good, that I thought I could come up with something at least close to what she did...not exactly the same...because well..you'll see. Hollah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I first and foremost have an obsession with 10 specific celebrities, 10 males and 10 females. I call them my top 10, unique wouldn't ya say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I love my mom! She means the world to me and is such a great mentor. This is exactly why I am not married yet because I'm looking for the same qualities in the future Mrs. Ludwig..which I am currently accepting applications, you can apply within.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I would consider my style not as much metro, just because I couldn't paint just one fingernail on my hand and wear the eyeliner..just wouldn't do me justice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;My sister is another person I love and adore as much as my mother. Just ask her, she wouldn't trade me for anything, you find me another sister whose brother pays $200 to get her hair done? Not that I am saying that I'm buying her off or anything, just like to do fun things for her to help boost her ego and self esteem-I've heard all pretty girls need a self esteem booster. Thanks Dr Phil!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Which brings me to my brothers, I can't say that I don't love them equally, which would be a lie. Its just that we are individually artistic and creative in our own way that it just clashes with our personalities, but we all share the same passions in life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I love playing video games, especially any RPGs (Role Playing Games). Not so much the shoot em up so blood and insides splatter all over the screen...I don't get off on violence unfortunately, I'm seeing a therapist about why this is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I am 26 and still not quite sure what my political standing is, and I know I shouldn't say this, but I have never voted before in my entire life. Maybe because it conflicted with a hair appointment I've scheduled..I don't know. But I do know that I need to figure  this one out really quick otherwise I will remain single the rest of my dreary days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Oh can't believe I haven't mentioned this until now...but I'm obsessed with my hair. Whether it be the color(s) or the style, it just has to be perfect. Otherwise I won't leave the house, because I believe its the very FIRST thing that is noticeable next to the cash and prizes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;My life is a screenplay. I love the world of movie making and photography. My eyes are able to catch certain aspects of life and my surroundings as if I were looking through the lens of a camera. I hope to be able to make a career of some kind out of this unique talent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I have a hard time with deuche bags. No not the kind women use regularly, but as in the individuals out there that are really overly arrogant, rude, impersonal and selfish. Oh and it seems like these people always drive pimped out Hondas with the ground Fxs and loud exhaust as they drive by...I have come to realize that along with those that drive the Hummers and Hemis..theyre all compensating for something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I've never really been into sports. When I was really young I wanted to be a professional baseball player, but then I realized it required too much manual labor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I used to have Coca-Cola pumped into my arteries through an IV, until I've quit the addiction and gone clean from any carbonation at all. Still going strong! High Five!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I love all my friends! What would my life be without them? Probably not worth living thats for sure!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Even though I am still single and loving it, I already have all my future kids names picked out so far. And one set, at least, are going to be twins. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I love baking desserts of any kind! Especially any kind of cookies. Seems like the ladies enjoy those sweet treats when delivered by a man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;One of my goals in life is to go to New Zealand and tour the Lord of the Rings set. This may sound really nerdy, but I really loved Peter Jackson's rendition of JRR Tolkien's greatest novel. Perhaps I can accomplish this on my honeymoon? haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I don't know how to swim for the life of me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I dislike onions and pickles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I've quit fast food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;When I was younger I wanted to grow up to be the next Carson Daly. Not because he was with Tara Reid, because I think she looks like hell, but because hes a ladies man and I wanted to be the next TRL VJ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;For my 27th birthday, I am planning on going to Maui, Hawaii. Just because I've never experienced the islands before and would love to make it happen, especially when I'm growing closer to turning 30!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;My first concert was the Justified/Stripped Tour in Las Vegas, starring Justin Timberlake and Christina Aguilera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I dislike Granolas...not the bars, but the type of people who always seem to be wearing Tivas even in the winter time...WTF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Last but certainly not least, I hope to be able to become a wonderful husband and father!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291964230452645591-3406813705301182572?l=bipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/feeds/3406813705301182572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291964230452645591&amp;postID=3406813705301182572&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/3406813705301182572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/3406813705301182572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/2007/07/whats-411.html' title='Whats the 411?'/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861670821553876404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNeTdsbPGh8/TlacwqlcJhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HCXYh-0NIAY/s220/me44.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291964230452645591.post-7611290378399935048</id><published>2007-07-26T06:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T06:46:20.120-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm A-DICK...I'm ADDICTED To YOU!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I've been hit in the head by a falling star and it has occurred to me that apparently, I'm ADDICTED to this new found way of expressing the madness within...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Let me first just thank you for coming back and humoring me with taking time out of your busy day to dive into my brain and trying to make sense of all this. For that, I thank you from the bottom of my heart. ( Reminds me of a song..."From the Bottom of my Broken Heart...theres just somethings I'd really like you to know....")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&gt;Ahem&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;While at work last night/this morning, besides the clamoration of zip codes, unreadable addresses, and looking at stamps (I work for the United States Post Office..can I get a Booyah?) all I can think about, next to glancing at the clock anticipating the final hour till I get to clock out and go home, is sitting down and hashing out my next masterpiece (this blog). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Next to Orlando Bloom, Lord of the Rings, Tech9ne, Blake Lewis, a heapful of Momma Rogers' homemade chocolate cake, and trying to get my V-card punched; I am beginning to enjoy this new found way of expressing my wittiness next to all my other obsessions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Yes, I've said it, O-B-S-E-S-S-I-O-N-S! But I've already said too much, and to keep you coming back like a bad case of the CLAP (get those regular check ups with yer OBGYN) and because I've most likely went beyond the normal word count capacity for one day, I will have to continue this until next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;You may already think you know what they are...but sorry to break it to you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;YOU DON'T haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291964230452645591-7611290378399935048?l=bipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/feeds/7611290378399935048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291964230452645591&amp;postID=7611290378399935048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/7611290378399935048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/7611290378399935048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-dickim-addicted-to-you.html' title='I&apos;m A-DICK...I&apos;m ADDICTED To YOU!'/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861670821553876404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNeTdsbPGh8/TlacwqlcJhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HCXYh-0NIAY/s220/me44.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291964230452645591.post-3381559071873172616</id><published>2007-07-25T06:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T06:35:44.602-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Obsessions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Oook so its 6:30am and I haven't been to sleep yet. I got home from work a couple hours ago, and just HAD to check out my new blog site. What can I say? I'm in love with this new found way of throwing myself out there for the entire world to view, to get to know the REAL me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;FINALLY I have once again found a means of being the center of attention!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;But honestly, if you ask my friends, they would beg to differ. They would tell you that I'm a shy, introverted, timid handsome guy who likes a quiet moment spent alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Alone with OBSESSED THOUGHTS no doubt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I've decided to let you know about a lil secret of mine. But you have to promise you will not reveal anything mentioned here, unless of course you give them my blog website address, then by all means have at it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;On second thought, due to the heaviness ladened upon me by my mind, body and soul..it will just have to wait til next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;You'll just have to come back....BWAAHAHAHAHAHAHa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291964230452645591-3381559071873172616?l=bipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/feeds/3381559071873172616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291964230452645591&amp;postID=3381559071873172616&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/3381559071873172616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/3381559071873172616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/2007/07/obsessions.html' title='Obsessions'/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861670821553876404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNeTdsbPGh8/TlacwqlcJhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HCXYh-0NIAY/s220/me44.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291964230452645591.post-6114361525095416987</id><published>2007-07-23T19:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T17:29:14.698-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready For Some "Soaring Tumbling, Free Wheeling?" Well Go Look Somewhere Else, I Don't Do Manual Labor..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Funny that I still remember a particular magically delicious tale about a diamond in the rough, showing us a world...shining, shimmering, splendid?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;While sitting on a musty, dirty carpet no less...hhmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have finally submerged my body and soul into the BLOG world. No this has nothing to do with the first few lines about a shimmering world on the back of a flying carpet; sorry to dissapoint but I had to catch your attention didn't I? (If you are reading thus far, looks like it worked)  You can expect to find witty, and not so witty writings of this SOB, so by all means put me on yer friends list: STALK ME, RAPE ME, CHOKE ME, LOVE ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep coming back for seconds, theres always room for more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/1291964230452645591-6114361525095416987?l=bipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/feeds/6114361525095416987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291964230452645591&amp;postID=6114361525095416987&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/6114361525095416987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291964230452645591/posts/default/6114361525095416987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipman.blogspot.com/2007/07/ready-for-some-soaring-tumbling-free.html' title='Ready For Some &quot;Soaring Tumbling, Free Wheeling?&quot; Well Go Look Somewhere Else, I Don&apos;t Do Manual Labor..'/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861670821553876404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNeTdsbPGh8/TlacwqlcJhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HCXYh-0NIAY/s220/me44.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
