<?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-19264865</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:39:29.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>learning i know nothing</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningiknownothing.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19264865/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningiknownothing.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>junk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04679448090515874676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19264865.post-115691010896742176</id><published>2006-08-29T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T20:55:08.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sumen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5651/1903/1600/DSCF1025.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5651/1903/320/DSCF1025.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5651/1903/1600/P7280276.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5651/1903/320/P7280276.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is the Guy on the Left, in case you were wondering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19264865-115691010896742176?l=learningiknownothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningiknownothing.blogspot.com/feeds/115691010896742176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19264865&amp;postID=115691010896742176' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19264865/posts/default/115691010896742176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19264865/posts/default/115691010896742176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningiknownothing.blogspot.com/2006/08/sumen.html' title='Sumen'/><author><name>junk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04679448090515874676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19264865.post-115690976692316358</id><published>2006-08-29T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T20:49:26.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I would like you to meet someone</title><content type='html'>Everyone I would like to introduce you to a great friend of mine. His name Sumen and he is really amazing. You see the funny thing is that Sumen is not from here, not even close, more like 6,000 miles away. Sumen is 25 and works for a cell phone operator and loves his soccer. I had the opportunity to meet and befriend Sumen over a two month period this summer in Central Asia. The weird thing is that in two months you should not be able to be as close to someone as we got. I really didn't realize the impact that we had on each others lives until the last few days. You see in M-Town the men are very tough, most of the guys are fighters and a whole lot of them are trained fighters. Sumen is not one of these guys but he does carry there mentality. They don't talk about there feeling, you hardly ever see their feeling and the one thing they never do is cry. A close friend of mine sent me an email about Sumen and his reaction to our departure. "I don't exactly know what you all and Sumen talked about the night before, but I couldn't believe that I saw a M-Town man tearing up. And not to forget the group of girls there doing the same thing. You all were there barely 8 weeks, and people's hearts were broken at your departure. I haven't talked to the girls about it, so I'll have to just share what I learned from Sumen. As you all were going through security, I put my arm on his shoulder and said, "Some pretty good guys, huh?" He agreed, and said that there aren't many like you all around here. Riding back to town together, he showed me your texts from the night before. I was shocked to see that he compared his friendship with you guys with 2 friends that he's had for years here in M-Town, that share his language, his culture, and his late nights out. But those years of friendship were done with him in the month you shared with him here, crossing cultures and language barriers, but somehow still touching him deeply." I don't know how to explain it but I have developed a love for Sumen that normally takes me years to produce. I now have a face for the nations because of Sumen. On our last night there we had the opportunity to pray with Sumen, he actually he couldn't deny us wanting to pray for him. And that was the last that I thought we were going to see him, he said he wasn't going to go the airport with us. Well Sumen is a liar because he showed up at our door early the next morning with gifts and the funny thing is that he didn’t even tell his boss, he was risking his job by see us off. He gave me one of the most precious things that he owned His soccer jersey. I cherish this jersey so much and am so thankful for it. Then the most amazing thing happened I was able to give him my Bible. At first he didn't want to take it but then he took it and said that he would read it. That meant the world for me, simply because he knows me and the guys I spent the summer with that he saw something in our lives that we would read the Bible. I love this man and I hope that if you ever have the opportunity to go over seas I promise that you will not come back the same, and if you do come back the same then something is wrong with you. Sumen I miss ya man and I rep. the jersey all the time brother. I miss you and you are often in my prayer and hopefully I will see you again friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19264865-115690976692316358?l=learningiknownothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningiknownothing.blogspot.com/feeds/115690976692316358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19264865&amp;postID=115690976692316358' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19264865/posts/default/115690976692316358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19264865/posts/default/115690976692316358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningiknownothing.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-would-like-you-to-meet-someone.html' title='I would like you to meet someone'/><author><name>junk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04679448090515874676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19264865.post-114749643523792991</id><published>2006-05-12T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T22:06:50.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dan and Amy Hay(well sort of)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5651/1903/1600/n9605786_30836299_8794.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5651/1903/320/n9605786_30836299_8794.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow what a night, tonight is the last night of Amy Van Dyck tomorrow she will be Amy Hay. I know that all of you know Amy Van Dyck and Dan Hay. I decided to blog about them and they probably won't like this but that is ok. Dan and Amy and myself all went to Glorieta to at a summer training project this is where I met then even though Amy does't remember me. It is kind of like Project Impact well a really early project. So fast forward to last spring. Mock and myself were wondering what we were going to do for the summer and they were still looking for some leaders for Chicago, so we talked to each other and decided to go. The problem was that I was going to be in my best friends Gary Payne wedding. The wedding was at the same time of leaders week, and if you were going to be a leader you had to go to leaders week, makes sense. I had some real pride in my heart and I thought that I had better things to do if I was not going to be a leader. I decided to go and am so thankful for that. I was able to meet with Dan that whole summer and that was amazing. Dan has taught me so many things, what a real man looks like. How to be the leader in his relationship with Amy, what discipleship looks like, and how hard it is to minister where you are the only one. I have been so thankful for Dan because he has been the reason that I have a ministry right now. He has taught me practically what it takes, how hard it is to get into people's lives and how messy and emotionally draining it is. I am also very thankful for Amy and how she allows Dan to be the leader in their relationship. She is so amazing and has allowed me to talk to her and get some great advice and for that I am very thankful. Amy is so loving and the ministry that she and Dan are going to have is going to be a great example of what a married couple is suppose to look like. I look forward to seeing their ministry here and in Seminole grow and who knows I might even be able to minister with you guys in Cali someday. I wish you the best for the future and hope that you have a great time on you cruise. Best of wishes and I love you guys. See you lata GO SUNS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19264865-114749643523792991?l=learningiknownothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningiknownothing.blogspot.com/feeds/114749643523792991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19264865&amp;postID=114749643523792991' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19264865/posts/default/114749643523792991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19264865/posts/default/114749643523792991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningiknownothing.blogspot.com/2006/05/dan-and-amy-haywell-sort-of.html' title='Dan and Amy Hay(well sort of)'/><author><name>junk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04679448090515874676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19264865.post-114672523291213696</id><published>2006-05-03T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T23:47:12.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Part of me is gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://aresgate.net/vladi/images/ducati.red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://aresgate.net/vladi/images/ducati.red.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I come home the other night, eat some dinner and check on some friends to see how their studying was going nothing normal. I was lying in bed and catching up on the days sports when a good friend tells me that I am missing some really important things to me. I immediately knew what they were because that night it felt like part of me was missing. I have not figured out what everyone feels the need to steal my things. I don’t even really have all that cool of stuff, but sooner or later something comes up missing. This time though the line was crossed. This time my loves were stolen. This thief could of stole Coco Lopez, or my TV, or my bed. They choose instead to steal my motorcycles and that IS NOT COOL. The process of stealing everything that you love has begun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19264865-114672523291213696?l=learningiknownothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningiknownothing.blogspot.com/feeds/114672523291213696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19264865&amp;postID=114672523291213696' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19264865/posts/default/114672523291213696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19264865/posts/default/114672523291213696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningiknownothing.blogspot.com/2006/05/part-of-me-is-gone.html' title='Part of me is gone'/><author><name>junk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04679448090515874676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19264865.post-114617826399607487</id><published>2006-04-27T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T15:51:12.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have been wrong</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5651/1903/1600/just%20wonderful.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5651/1903/320/just%20wonderful.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5651/1903/1600/just%20wonderful.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5651/1903/320/just%20wonderful.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5651/1903/1600/just%20wonderful.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5651/1903/320/just%20wonderful.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so the more that I have thought about this whole look-alike thing, the more I am beginning to agree with it. I found this prom picture from my crazy highschool days and lets just be honest we look a lot alike. Same height, skin color, eyes, smile, and our faces are even turned the same way. Don't even get me started about our personalities they are identical, but never the less things just didn't work out. Her busy work schedule sent her all over the world, and with me beginning school things were just to crazy. So I give you this picture in proof, I am sorry girls for of the headache that I have caused you , you win, point for the girls. Score Junk One Million, Ladies One. Well Done, Ladies well done you earned this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19264865-114617826399607487?l=learningiknownothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningiknownothing.blogspot.com/feeds/114617826399607487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19264865&amp;postID=114617826399607487' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19264865/posts/default/114617826399607487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19264865/posts/default/114617826399607487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningiknownothing.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-have-been-wrong.html' title='I have been wrong'/><author><name>junk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04679448090515874676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19264865.post-114608127226199929</id><published>2006-04-26T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T12:55:30.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yea, it true</title><content type='html'>I was on Beck's page and saw his post about what car you should drive. I did the test and it was right on, what can I say I LOVE Mustangs, Gone In 60 Seconds RULES!!!&lt;br /&gt;BEST MOVIE EVER!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Drive a Ford Shelby Mustang Cobra&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/what2007carshouldyoudrivequiz/ford-cobra.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have an extreme need for speed, even when you're not in a hurry.&lt;br /&gt;And while your flying by, you don't want to look like every other car on the road!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/what2007carshouldyoudrivequiz/"&gt;What 2007 Car Should You Drive?&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/19264865-114608127226199929?l=learningiknownothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningiknownothing.blogspot.com/feeds/114608127226199929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19264865&amp;postID=114608127226199929' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19264865/posts/default/114608127226199929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19264865/posts/default/114608127226199929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningiknownothing.blogspot.com/2006/04/yea-it-true.html' title='Yea, it true'/><author><name>junk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04679448090515874676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19264865.post-114573499130132443</id><published>2006-04-22T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T12:43:12.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the car</title><content type='html'>So I was sitting in the car with Jenny and Beck while we were on our way to pick up Erin Rex, when the certain topic came up again. The girls in the Bsu for some reason think that if you are married that you look alike. This is so ridiculous, and is the farthest thing form the truth. What I find so funny is that every time we get into the argument the guys are always able to bring up couples that don’t fit this mold. Every time that the ladies bring up a couple the guys never agree. The only reason that I am posting all of this is because I told Jenny I would, also I would like to say that is also a lot more uncomfortable to wear a suit and tie than a dress. And for all the ladies who say you don’t know what it feels like to wear a dress, I don’t want to type it but I am sure that you can figure it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19264865-114573499130132443?l=learningiknownothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningiknownothing.blogspot.com/feeds/114573499130132443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19264865&amp;postID=114573499130132443' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19264865/posts/default/114573499130132443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19264865/posts/default/114573499130132443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningiknownothing.blogspot.com/2006/04/in-car.html' title='In the car'/><author><name>junk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04679448090515874676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19264865.post-114516458464116916</id><published>2006-04-15T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T22:16:24.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Happened at the Duplexes This Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5651/1903/1600/004-12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5651/1903/320/004-12.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19264865-114516458464116916?l=learningiknownothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningiknownothing.blogspot.com/feeds/114516458464116916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19264865&amp;postID=114516458464116916' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19264865/posts/default/114516458464116916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19264865/posts/default/114516458464116916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningiknownothing.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-happened-at-duplexes-this-weekend.html' title='What Happened at the Duplexes This Weekend'/><author><name>junk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04679448090515874676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19264865.post-114508465782663884</id><published>2006-04-14T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T00:10:46.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My last few weeks here</title><content type='html'>It is 1:47 in the morning and I am just finishing up some homework and I really have more that I need to do. I'll be honest I don't want to and you can't make me. Moving on from that, my boy Major(Mock) wrote a great post on his blog about love and lets me honest living in the Duplex's in one big drama. This summer when I thought about the duplexes that I could sell a tv pilot to MTV and be rich. We have had some great plot lines and would have one great drama over who knows maybe I will and raise the three grand for my focus trip. As my time here at the duplexes is winding down and each day is one day closer to moving out I want to enjoy my time here. Tonight I hung out a bunch of the girls over here and had a great time. I want more of that, I don't want to remember my time here as people talking about the you know who's and what they said or did or "are going through right now". To be honest I don’t give a crap about all the drama(sorry for the grey word if you are offended). Let’s just hang out and have fun, lets watch movies and spill popcorn all over our floor. That’s right every time you guys come over and watch a movie you spill more of the popcorn on the floor than you eat. Just in case you were wondering your mouth is in the middle of you face. I want to be able to just throw the football and baseball on my roof but I don't want to teach anyone else to throw(just joking), for those of you who don't live over here you wouldn't understand. I want to be able to go to people's houses without be questioned, I just want to have fun these last 5 or 6 weeks. So come on guys we don't have the much longer be smart and read Mock's blog and think about what he has to say and but into practice, I am going to try. If you are angry about anything that I have said come talk to me, I will tell you the same thing that I just typed but you will be able to get things off you chest. Thinks ladies for the fun Friday night, I really appreciated the company.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19264865-114508465782663884?l=learningiknownothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningiknownothing.blogspot.com/feeds/114508465782663884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19264865&amp;postID=114508465782663884' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19264865/posts/default/114508465782663884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19264865/posts/default/114508465782663884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningiknownothing.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-last-few-weeks-here.html' title='My last few weeks here'/><author><name>junk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04679448090515874676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19264865.post-114445868952743118</id><published>2006-04-07T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T22:37:06.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life right NOW</title><content type='html'>Well I have been reading blogs and it seems that everyone is blogging about a song that has influenced them. So I have decided to join the ranks of people and do the same. This is a song that has really been on my heart for a while and I just felt that if I shared it, it would do the same for you. So enjoy and remember that this is pretty personal so if you post a comment, not that anyone reads this thing anyways please be kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got the body of a goddess&lt;br /&gt;Got eyes butter pecan brown I see you girl&lt;br /&gt;Droppin Low&lt;br /&gt;She Comin Down from the ceiling&lt;br /&gt;To tha floo&lt;br /&gt;Yea She Know what she doin&lt;br /&gt;Yea yea yea&lt;br /&gt;She doin that right thang&lt;br /&gt;Yea yea yea yea ea&lt;br /&gt;I Need to get her over to my crib and do that night thang&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm N Luv wit a stripper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She poppin she rollin she rollin&lt;br /&gt;She climbin that pole and&lt;br /&gt;I'm N Luv with a stripper&lt;br /&gt;She trippin she playin she playin&lt;br /&gt;I'm not goin nowhere girl I'm stayin&lt;br /&gt;I'm N Luv with a stripper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of all the girls she be the hottest&lt;br /&gt;Like n the way she break it down I see u girl&lt;br /&gt;Spinnin wide&lt;br /&gt;And She lookin at me&lt;br /&gt;Right in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Yea She got my attention&lt;br /&gt;Yea yea yea&lt;br /&gt;Did I forget to mention&lt;br /&gt;I Need to get her over to my crib and do that night thang&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm N Luv Wit a Stripper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's every man's dream&lt;br /&gt;She's God's gift to Earth&lt;br /&gt;Women they love 'em too&lt;br /&gt;That's what you call a women's worth&lt;br /&gt;See I love all the strippers&lt;br /&gt;Because they show me love&lt;br /&gt;They know I never pay as free whenever I hit the club&lt;br /&gt;But I can't even lie&lt;br /&gt;The girls are here so fly&lt;br /&gt;She slidin' up and down that pole got me mesmerized&lt;br /&gt;JUNK don't ever trick&lt;br /&gt;But she thick&lt;br /&gt;I can't lie, I must admit&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with a stripper&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19264865-114445868952743118?l=learningiknownothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningiknownothing.blogspot.com/feeds/114445868952743118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19264865&amp;postID=114445868952743118' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19264865/posts/default/114445868952743118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19264865/posts/default/114445868952743118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningiknownothing.blogspot.com/2006/04/life-right-now.html' title='Life right NOW'/><author><name>junk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04679448090515874676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19264865.post-113972442373428282</id><published>2006-02-11T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T10:47:43.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitterness...it sure is bitter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5651/1903/1600/Gossip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5651/1903/320/Gossip.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man it has been one of those weeks. What a week it has been, it has been so hard but so encouraging at the same time. I have had some much on my mind with school, two tests this week and two quizzes and all of the home work, it stank. But there was a lot on my heart; God has really been showing me about grace. Showing me how much he has given me in my past and how little I distill to those around me. He is showing me how I hold on to things and let the bitterness eat away at my heart. In my life I have made a lot of mistakes in my life a lot. God has been gracious and has allowed me to learn from those mistakes. One of the learning process is learning that our mistakes not only affect us but others. You see sometimes we don't think that the decisions and our lives don't affect those around us and the truth is, it really does and some times more than we even know. Being older and in some leadership in the BSU the actions that I take and don't take have some affect on the people in this group. My roomates and the guys in my DT dissect my life weather they know it or not. Think about it, the people that you live around your close friends you analyze their life. That is not a bad thing, sometimes it is a lot better to learn from someone else's mistakes than from you own. The bad thing is when we start to gossip about the people who are around us weather we are close to them or not. Talking about issues is not gossip but when our hearts are not right, that is gossip and lets be honest our BSU has a big problem with the gossip it is a disease. It is a disease that can destroy relationships and your walk with Christ, and some else’s. By now you have probably read all of this and are not wondering what the point of all of this is. So, let me tell you again. Remember that you choices have an affect of other and not just the others close to you. It could be someone that you don't know or have never met. Gossip is stupid, so if are doing it shut your mouth, it makes it easier for the rest of us. If you have a problem with you brother go and talk to him, he will respect you for it and that is worth it's weight in gold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19264865-113972442373428282?l=learningiknownothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningiknownothing.blogspot.com/feeds/113972442373428282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19264865&amp;postID=113972442373428282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19264865/posts/default/113972442373428282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19264865/posts/default/113972442373428282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningiknownothing.blogspot.com/2006/02/bitternessit-sure-is-bitter.html' title='Bitterness...it sure is bitter'/><author><name>junk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04679448090515874676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19264865.post-113774379953387074</id><published>2006-01-19T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T10:51:26.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Hate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.backcountry.com/images/items/medium/CHA0015/T2BK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images.backcountry.com/images/items/medium/CHA0015/T2BK.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Chacos- I hate these because they are not shoes and are not flip flop's and only hippies wear them.&lt;br /&gt;2. TMJ- This is a medical condition where your jaw pops while you eat.&lt;br /&gt;3. When people do not drive the speed limit- I hate this, why do you drive less then the speed limit.&lt;br /&gt;4. Jelly in the Peanut Butter- Sure they go together just not in the Peanut Butter jar.&lt;br /&gt;5. Cold- I hate being cold, enjoy the beach&lt;br /&gt;6. Static Cling- Nothing is worse when you are trying to walk in a pair of jeans and it feels like a Lightening storm in your pants.&lt;br /&gt;7. Worms on the side walk- After it rains and there are worms all over the side-walk and you have to play hop-scotch to dodge them.&lt;br /&gt;8. Moldy Bread- You are so hungry and you reach to make a sandwich and pull out some bread only to find it is green.&lt;br /&gt;9. Being late to a movie- I like to see the previews, and play the movie trivia- Who doesn't&lt;br /&gt;10. Women Side line reports- I don't hate them they just don't do anything.&lt;br /&gt;11. The Lifetime Channel- All of the movies are the same, lame.&lt;br /&gt;12. Static on the radio- How much does it suck to be listening to your favorite song on the radio, only to lose it because of static. Static on the TV is also hated.&lt;br /&gt;13. Cigerette smoke- Nothing smells worse.&lt;br /&gt;14. Liberals- Nothing needs to be said they are dumb.&lt;br /&gt;15. Poker on TV- The poker craze is over so take it off my television.&lt;br /&gt;16. Cherries- I like the cherry flavor, just not the fruit.&lt;br /&gt;17. CiCi BBQ Pizza- To this day I still have not eaten this pizza and not gotten sick.&lt;br /&gt;18. Paying of gas- It come from the ground and it from dead animals, I think that is should be free.&lt;br /&gt;19. People who correct your grammar while you are talking or on IM- who cares that I didn't use the right "there" and it's ok that I ended my sentence in a preposition.&lt;br /&gt;20. When the Ryan's printer runs out of ink or paper- In a rush and late for class and you can't print that 10 page paper.&lt;br /&gt;21. When you go to the bathroom and run out of toilet paper- What do you do?&lt;br /&gt;22. When my roommates don't fill up the water pitcher after they drink it all- really is that hard&lt;br /&gt;23. Canada- Just don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;More to come-maybe... Please don't think of me as a person that hates a lot of things, I am just looking for a laugh here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:window.close()"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19264865-113774379953387074?l=learningiknownothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningiknownothing.blogspot.com/feeds/113774379953387074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19264865&amp;postID=113774379953387074' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19264865/posts/default/113774379953387074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19264865/posts/default/113774379953387074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningiknownothing.blogspot.com/2006/01/things-i-hate.html' title='Things I Hate'/><author><name>junk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04679448090515874676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19264865.post-113703805317176982</id><published>2006-01-11T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T20:15:18.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Break...Glad it over</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nasa.gov/images/content/62313main_Kostian1_med.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.nasa.gov/images/content/62313main_Kostian1_med.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture of the moon as nothing to do with my post. I really like the moon so I wanted to put in on my blog. Cool huh, well i think so.&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;It might seem a little ironic to say that that I am glad that my break it over, but I really am. I am looking forward to this semester, it is going to be so stinkin hard but that is ok. With 14 hours of class and 30+ hours of work and ministry, I really don't know how I am going to keep my head above water, Lord I am really going to need your help. So everyone is telling how there break went. Well mine was pretty basic, worked which consisted of making soap sticks. For those of you how don't know what I am talking about watch Fight Club. I went home, which means I drove 15 minutes to the west side of Norman and I hung out either at the duplex and with Nathan Cole. I am really starting to see how much I like people, most of the time I can become really shy around people but when they are not around I miss them. So what have I learned over this long, long break. Well I like people, seems like I should of learned that sooner, but I haven't. God shows me that He is always in control when it seems like the everything is spinning out of control. If I look for peace in Him, He gives it to me, crazy huh? I have learned from Nick Ripkin that I am dead, and that I should not live a life scared. If I live a life scared that is enemy of the Christian life and missions. I have learned that I don't understand girl one bit, I thought that I did a little bit but then found out that I don't. I am glad that I don't understand girls and I am glad that they are competely different form us(guys). One great thing that Dan H. said to me over the break was that if I will me faithful in the small things then He will be faithful in the big things, I am curious to see how this works out. See everyone soon, and say Hi to our new roommate when you see him. His name is Brett( I am pretty sure). Hope everyone had a great Christmas and enjoyed the conference if you went to it. Enjoy the last week of your break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19264865-113703805317176982?l=learningiknownothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningiknownothing.blogspot.com/feeds/113703805317176982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19264865&amp;postID=113703805317176982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19264865/posts/default/113703805317176982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19264865/posts/default/113703805317176982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningiknownothing.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-breakglad-it-over.html' title='My Break...Glad it over'/><author><name>junk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04679448090515874676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19264865.post-113505329203250682</id><published>2005-12-19T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T20:34:52.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is so me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5651/1903/1600/Redneck%20Church.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5651/1903/320/Redneck%20Church.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think i need to say anything... hope everyone is enjoying their break. Oh and ryan BULLDOG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19264865-113505329203250682?l=learningiknownothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningiknownothing.blogspot.com/feeds/113505329203250682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19264865&amp;postID=113505329203250682' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19264865/posts/default/113505329203250682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19264865/posts/default/113505329203250682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningiknownothing.blogspot.com/2005/12/this-is-so-me.html' title='this is so me'/><author><name>junk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04679448090515874676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19264865.post-113461226455168713</id><published>2005-12-14T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T18:04:24.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>learning i know nothing</title><content type='html'>Why does Tigger always stink? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because he plays with Poo. Enjoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19264865-113461226455168713?l=learningiknownothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningiknownothing.blogspot.com/feeds/113461226455168713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19264865&amp;postID=113461226455168713' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19264865/posts/default/113461226455168713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19264865/posts/default/113461226455168713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningiknownothing.blogspot.com/2005/12/learning-i-know-nothing.html' title='learning i know nothing'/><author><name>junk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04679448090515874676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19264865.post-113453389572307247</id><published>2005-12-13T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T20:23:15.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>life is short....eat dessert first</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yea I know it is now a cliché saying, life is short. We see it is TV ads and in movies, you hear it on the radio, it is the message of many things if our life. But stop and think about it. I am 22 if I am lucky I have about another 58 years left I am a little more than 1/4 the way through my life and that is a little scary. What kind of life do I live, do I take chances or do I get scared and hide under the covers. I don't want to live a scared life. I don't want to live a life in which I wondered what if I had made this decision, what if I had taken a left back there instead of a right. You see I don't think a lot of the time it matters that we make wrong decisions; yes you should avoid them when you can, but sometimes you just have to throw yourself out there and be vulnerable. We can't sit back and wonder if what we are doing is right, God will let us know, He is good at that. I think that God honors vulnerability, you see that in the Apostles. When I live this world I want people to say that I took chances that I didn’t sit back and wait for things to happen. It is ok to be scared you see that in scripture, but it is what you do about being scared and says a lot about who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Corinthians 2:1-3&lt;br /&gt;When I came to you, brothers, I did not come with eloquence or superior wisdom as I proclaimed to you the testimony about God. 2For I resolved to know nothing while I was with you except Jesus Christ and him crucified. 3I came to you in &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;weakness and fear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, and with much trembling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Corinthians 12:10:&lt;br /&gt;10That is why, for Christ's sake, I&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;delight in weaknesses&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;weak&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, then I am strong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19264865-113453389572307247?l=learningiknownothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningiknownothing.blogspot.com/feeds/113453389572307247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19264865&amp;postID=113453389572307247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19264865/posts/default/113453389572307247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19264865/posts/default/113453389572307247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningiknownothing.blogspot.com/2005/12/life-is-shorteat-dessert-first.html' title='life is short....eat dessert first'/><author><name>junk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04679448090515874676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19264865.post-113289429130267943</id><published>2005-11-24T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T20:51:31.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5651/1903/1600/DSC00140.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5651/1903/320/DSC00140.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby J's parents Lowell and Amber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5651/1903/1600/DSC00125.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5651/1903/320/DSC00125.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my brother played tackel football with my cousins, in case you were wondering that is not us in the picture &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5651/1903/1600/DSC00124.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5651/1903/320/DSC00124.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the girls my team and my brother had the guys, we lost 15-7 but we had a lot of fun and one of the girls juked my brother out of his shoes. It was Awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5651/1903/1600/DSC00119.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5651/1903/320/DSC00119.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Family I love all of them, and now you know that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19264865-113289429130267943?l=learningiknownothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningiknownothing.blogspot.com/feeds/113289429130267943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19264865&amp;postID=113289429130267943' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19264865/posts/default/113289429130267943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19264865/posts/default/113289429130267943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningiknownothing.blogspot.com/2005/11/more-pics.html' title='More Pics'/><author><name>junk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04679448090515874676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19264865.post-113289316300868914</id><published>2005-11-24T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T20:36:25.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can I say that I love Thanksgiving a lot, a lot. I had so much fun today with my family, I'll be honest I got a little misty eyed. I love my family, and I love my extended family so much too. They are awesome and they make me laugh so much, and I have such a great time with them. It is a little sad they we only get to see each other a few times a year. I wish that I could see them more often. I posted earlier about how thankful I was for my parents, I love them so much. I wish that I was not an idiot growing up and listened to them. I want to be like my dad when I grow up, that sounds funny because I am 22. This guy has sacrificed everything including his hips to provide for me and my family. I hope that I can and will be able to do that for MY family when I have one. As guys we want to provide for our loved ones and sometimes we worry that we will not be able to. That was just a little into the male psyche for you ladies out there. Man I will be honest I use to be an idiot and not that I am not from time to time, but back in high school and my freshman and sophomore year I was so dumb. God had to drop kick me in my grill(for those of you who don't speak ebonics this is face) and it hurt but I am so thankful for that. Gosh, I look back at the guy that I use to be and at times am ashamed of the way that I acted. I didn't like that guy, not be prideful here but I like the guy that I am now. I am thankful(You see the theme running through this bog here) for what my God has done for me through the past couple of years. The way he was provided for me through the lessons He taught me, though my family, the bsu, my guys that I love how have invested their lives in me(I hope that it is finally starting to pay off), and for the guys that I have the pleasure of investing my life in them. Can I say that I love that, Discipleship it is. All right know that you have made it through all of that mushy stuff, ladies this is more for you than for the guys, I present to you Baby Jacob Sorter(AKA Baby Junk) He is the newest member of the Straight Up Playaz. The rest of the pictures are from Thanksgiving sorry that some of them are bad quality, my mom didn't have the right setting on her camera. Enjoy and I hoped that yall had a great Thanksgiving with you family. Peace Out Hugs and Hand pounds &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5651/1903/1600/DSC00136.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5651/1903/320/DSC00136.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junk and Baby Junk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5651/1903/1600/DSC00135.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5651/1903/320/DSC00135.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Pops and Baby Jacob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5651/1903/1600/New%20Image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5651/1903/320/New%20Image.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby doing what Babies do best...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19264865-113289316300868914?l=learningiknownothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningiknownothing.blogspot.com/feeds/113289316300868914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19264865&amp;postID=113289316300868914' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19264865/posts/default/113289316300868914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19264865/posts/default/113289316300868914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningiknownothing.blogspot.com/2005/11/can-i-say-that-i-love-thanksgiving-lot.html' title=''/><author><name>junk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04679448090515874676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19264865.post-113284528626667569</id><published>2005-11-24T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T07:14:46.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is 8:30.... in the morning</title><content type='html'>All right it is 8:00 in the morning and i can't go back to sleep. I don't know what is wrong with me, usually i could sleep to atleast 10. I'll be honest I have really been looking forward to sleeping in, like all week but i guess that is not going to happen. I hope that today goes well because we are going to have like 30 people over at my parents house including both sides of the family, should be interesting i'll keep you posted. That is kind of lame to say and a really bad pun, i sorry that just had to suffer through that. I kind of excited because I get to see Baby Junk today, let me clarify. My cousin whom I love a lot she is like a sister, had a baby she named him Jacob. How cool is that!!! So my nickname is Junk thus it will be passed on, she is going to hate it but it has to be done :). I think that i have a cool idea for a post but we will see if it happens, i know that this will keep you glued to you computer, and if that actually happens on a day that is ok to stuff you face, you need to blow up your computer and then tell me so that I can do the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19264865-113284528626667569?l=learningiknownothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningiknownothing.blogspot.com/feeds/113284528626667569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19264865&amp;postID=113284528626667569' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19264865/posts/default/113284528626667569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19264865/posts/default/113284528626667569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningiknownothing.blogspot.com/2005/11/it-is-830-in-morning_24.html' title='It is 8:30.... in the morning'/><author><name>junk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04679448090515874676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19264865.post-113280934092303103</id><published>2005-11-23T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T22:03:19.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Game</title><content type='html'>Allow me to reintroduce me self, my name is Jacob. Ok so I stole this from Jay-Z and he is much cooler than me, but this first thing that I typed had to be cool, didn’t it? All right so I have finally got the times and decided to get a blog. Everyone’s that I read is really good and I am not sure that anyone will even read this but that is ok, a blog is more for you than for other people, right? I am not seeing that I ask myself a lot of questions and that is kind of funny. Thanksgiving, what am I thankful for, lets be honest there is a lot. I am thankful for Peter Pan Peanut Butter, for the moon which I have affectingly named Eleanor, for those of you how know me this makes perfect since. I am thankful for Peaches and Cantaloupe, and for seedless grapes, because really who wants to get a grape and spit out a seed that is really too much work. I am thankful that I can be completely random right know and that is really funny to me. But to be real I am thankful for a family that loves me with all their heart even though I have been a complete moron in the past. For a Dad who has sacrificed him body to provide for his family (my dad just had two hip replacements), for a Mom who always tells me she loves me and so proud of me and is not afraid to speak her mind and tell me what she is really thinking, for a brother who is very structured and tight with his money and is teaching me to be responsible with the things I have(sorry Colby I couldn’t resist saying you are cheap ) and lastly for a sister and looks up to me and gives me the best hugs when I come home even if I only there for two seconds, I always get a hug. I am thankful for the duplex I live even if it does cost two weeks pay to live here. I am thankful for roommates that are nothing like me, and that is great because well all get along and have so much fun together, you guys know you have been over “Were Awesome”. That was for you Grant. I am thankful that no matter how many times I mess up, and I do a lot. No matter what I do or even think there is a Father up above who loved me so much to send His SON to die for me on a cross. I am thankful for everything He has taught me this semester, about excellence, discipleship, relationships, people, the heart, man it has been a hard semester. It has been hard and trying but the Lord is good and is in control, and He loves me and that is all that matters. So guys this is my first post well see where it goes from here. Have a Great Turkey Day. Hugs and Hand pounds PEACE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19264865-113280934092303103?l=learningiknownothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningiknownothing.blogspot.com/feeds/113280934092303103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19264865&amp;postID=113280934092303103' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19264865/posts/default/113280934092303103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19264865/posts/default/113280934092303103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningiknownothing.blogspot.com/2005/11/in-game.html' title='In the Game'/><author><name>junk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04679448090515874676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
