<?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-6744356</id><updated>2012-02-01T02:35:09.738-06:00</updated><category term='right and wrong'/><category term='dad'/><category term='i want'/><category term='quizzes'/><category term='heros'/><category term='nerves of jello'/><category term='OMG'/><category term='stupid good looking'/><category term='tattoo'/><category term='new'/><category term='music'/><category term='doctrine'/><category term='past present and future'/><category term='lethargy'/><category term='baby steps'/><category term='abs of jello'/><category term='ugh'/><category term='yup'/><category term='rad'/><category term='Get off the couch'/><category term='for my awesome and amazing family'/><category term='guitars'/><category term='mounties'/><category term='sleepy trav says'/><category term='changes'/><category term='bloggiversary'/><category term='ancient history'/><title type='text'>Let Me Sing Along</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Trav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01109496231851151884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/Sw-GFbNMwaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DyBNFxO7MJ0/S220/cowboy+trav.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>153</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-3367508325918267782</id><published>2011-08-14T01:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T01:59:19.289-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Cry For Help</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm not usually one who likes to ask for help. Really I'm not. But I've decided to go out of my comfort zone a little and sign up for something that I can't do without you. Amanda and myself have both signed up to participate in the run for a cure. Neither of us have lost anyone to breast cancer, but we have a lot of our friends that have. This is our way of standing alongside those friends. We haven't set really high goals, but we really want to make them happen If you could find it in your heart to help us out it would be appreciated. All you have to do is follow &lt;a href="http://www.runforthecure.com/site/TR/RunfortheCure2012/PrairiesNWT?px=1824041&amp;pg=personal&amp;fr_id=1299"&gt;THIS LINK&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744356-3367508325918267782?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/3367508325918267782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=3367508325918267782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/3367508325918267782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/3367508325918267782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/2011/08/cry-for-help.html' title='A Cry For Help'/><author><name>Trav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01109496231851151884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/Sw-GFbNMwaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DyBNFxO7MJ0/S220/cowboy+trav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-7591427579832531195</id><published>2011-08-11T14:53:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T15:15:59.841-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Get off the couch'/><title type='text'>A lifestyle change.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, I've decided that my life is not making me happy. In order to change this I've decided to get my fat ass off the couch and get into shape. I'm also cutting out all of the garbage food and snacks I've been eating. So, starting today I'm walking at last a mile a day, alternating walking partners between daisy and thor. The route I've chosen is an easily adaptable one that includes a park with benches so I can take a break if I need to. The route I waked today is 1.8 km, which is just over a mile. I nailed it in 25 minutes. I feel really good about this and super motivated. Thor looks pretty stoked too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-Fg043xtfau8/TkRB2FfPecI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Dj0PuliJKBE/2011-08-11%25252010.32.47.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744356-7591427579832531195?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/7591427579832531195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=7591427579832531195' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/7591427579832531195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/7591427579832531195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/2011/08/lifestyle-change.html' title='A lifestyle change.'/><author><name>Trav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01109496231851151884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/Sw-GFbNMwaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DyBNFxO7MJ0/S220/cowboy+trav.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-Fg043xtfau8/TkRB2FfPecI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Dj0PuliJKBE/s72-c/2011-08-11%25252010.32.47.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-4471938116582573597</id><published>2011-08-08T00:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T00:18:01.290-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Might there be hope?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't have much to say right now, but I just found the blogger app for droid. I guess we'll fund out if this makes me post more. Only time will tell.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744356-4471938116582573597?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/4471938116582573597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=4471938116582573597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/4471938116582573597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/4471938116582573597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/2011/08/might-there-be-hope.html' title='Might there be hope?'/><author><name>Trav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01109496231851151884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/Sw-GFbNMwaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DyBNFxO7MJ0/S220/cowboy+trav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-649002314454728241</id><published>2011-07-06T22:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T23:08:47.583-06:00</updated><title type='text'>time for a semi-annual post.</title><content type='html'>i don't have a clue who even checks this anymore, so maybe let me know if you read it. anyways, on to the actual meat and potatoes of the post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memory Lane. &lt;br /&gt;people always refer to it as a road. travelling down life's highway, etc, etc. yesterday i took a road trip to go visit a friend at the lake. we fished, had a campfire, and all the other stuff people do at the lake. it was wonderful. &lt;br /&gt;it also opened up the flood gates to a whole lot of memories. you see, i was at loon lake. the lake that we all used to go camping at when we were children. as i drove into town i made a special trip just to go to annie's store, i drove down to jumbo beach to go and see the ice cream place (it wasn't open yet, i got there really early in the morning). as i headed into the campground there were changes, there's a new administration building before the golf course and entry gate. i decided i would go down by meewasin beach and see how bad the goose lake road was. more changes, they added a whole new loop of campsites at meewasin, also, the goose lake road was so well taken care of it could have been tackled by a car. a car! i turned back. went in to the stabler point campground. more changes, the boat launch has been expanded, they added another entrance to it, with one central wood pick up/garbage/recycling area as well. they also added a mini-golf course and an ice cream shack (which is a freaking rip off joint!). my friend was staying in site 89. i know a lot of you are thinking what i thought, "nice, middle road right down by the beach path! great site!" and it is, same spot as before, that's one thing that didn't change, the site numbers. a lot more stuff did change tho. every site at stabler point is now electric. no more running cords thru the bushes and paying someone $2/day to share their power. and also, the purple girls grandparents weren't in their spot. i don't know what happened to them, but they were gone. it made me wonder. more changes, the beach was packed. like super packed. like more than it ever was when we went there. remember when we used to be able to ski and tube and kneeboard right from the shore at the beach? not anymore. there was so much constant boat traffic it would be hazardous to even attempt it. and the sattelite dishes, oh my goodness. what is up with people needing sattelite dishes at the lake? i swear i counted over a dozen of them. portable on tripod sattelite dishes. granted, it would be cool to be able to watch the rider games up at the lake without having to go into town or to the clubhouse at the golf course, but still, when did late night games of kaiser, canasta, mennonite madness, cheat, and jack ass by lantern and sing songs by the campfire get replaced by watching television in your camper? it saddened me that these people were at the most beautiful place in the world (argue it all you want, but if you don't agree with me, you're wrong)and couldn't get away from technology for a couple days. &lt;br /&gt;so anyways, we went fishing, caught some jackfish (northern pike) it was great, always is. it wasn't on goose lake, but it was still awesome. we had a campfire, played some guitar, and stayed up late visiting. it was wonderful. i woke up this morning, went for breakfast with my buddy, went in to town for gas and some groceries, and then headed back to the campsite. a normal day. i went for a walk down to the super packed beach, took a couple pictures (which are all up on my facebook) and walked back up and across the campground to the funny tree. you all remember the funny tree? well, this is more change, and probably one of the saddest changes, on sunday the campsite was hit by a massive storm which included a plow wind. there were no injuries to people, but trees left, right and center were blown down. one of these trees landed on the funny branch of the funny tree, and put enough pressure on said branch to crack. not completely thru, but enough to where the tree that we all loved climbing on and having our pictures taken on will probably be cut down. or at least the funny branch will be removed soley for safety reasons. it's like the end of an era. i took pictures of the tree, knowing it would likely be the last time i ever get the chance. it made me sad. i then continued down the path to the water. one of my favorite places in the world. the end of the funny tree path right by the water. there used to be a bench there. it wasn't there anymore. but i still stood there for awhile and just took it all in. and that's when it dawned on me. that place is heaven. when we all die, and we pass thru the pearly gates, we'll all be reunited at stabler point. and we'll go fishing at goose lake again in grampa's old aluminum boat. and uncle john and uncle henry will take turns trying to toss out of the tube behind their boats, and we'll teach the young ones how to catch minnows beside the parked boats. we'll play beach volleyball, and run up and show grampa the seashells we found as he sits on the bench in the shade wearing his pants and button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up. we'll play horseshoes at the campsite and throw rosehips at each other. we'll go for bike rides down to jumbo beach for ice cream and get the soft ice cream with the chocolate dip. in the evening we'll all sit around the fire and uncle henry and auntie brenda will grab the guitars and the little ones will get much needed sleep, being gently lulled by the singing outside. and then we'll wake up in the morning and do it all over again. it'll be perfect. it'll be wonderful. it'll be heaven. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744356-649002314454728241?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/649002314454728241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=649002314454728241' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/649002314454728241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/649002314454728241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/2011/07/time-for-semi-annual-post.html' title='time for a semi-annual post.'/><author><name>Trav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01109496231851151884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/Sw-GFbNMwaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DyBNFxO7MJ0/S220/cowboy+trav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-3137667641737753367</id><published>2010-11-03T11:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T12:54:25.191-06:00</updated><title type='text'>another rememberance (veteran's) day (ish) post</title><content type='html'>i know i'm a little early, and that's fine. there's nothing saying that i won't have another post on the 11th. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately i've been asked by a few people about my opinion about people doing christmas decorating before rememberance day. to be honest, i had never really given it much thought until now. it had never bothered me. people get far too into the decorating. for all holidays too. i know people who even decorate for the olympics. but nothing for rememberance day. now, that being said, i don't think that it should be celebrated like easter, or halloween, or christmas. but it should be respected.   rememberance day should be a sacred day. it's the day that we set aside to remember what our forefathers, and new to me as of last october, our friends, have sacrificed so that we can live unopressed lives. free to celebrate whatever holidays we choose to celebrate, believe whatever we choose to believe, live wherever we choose to live. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, some people will say well, i choose to remember what jesus did for us. and that's fine, that's why we celebrate christmas. other people say well, i don't believe in war, well, that's you're perrogative, war doesn't need you to believe in it. it's real. the fact still remains that if it were not for soldiers we would not have the freedoms that we have. if it weren't for a bunch of soldiers in WW1 the british empire would have been taken over by the germans. at the time, our country was still very influenced by british rule. and again WW2. if not for soldiers the nazi regime would have dominated the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even now, a lot of people are against the fact that Canada and the US are involved in conflicts in the middle east. heck, even i don't like that there's a war going on. i'm actually pretty happy that canadian forces are pulling out of afghanistan. but the fact. how many of us are quick to forget the reason why we're there? how many of us see sept 11 on the calendar and think of it as wednesday? who remembers the date of the bombing of the train in london, or the subway in spain? to be honest, i don't. what i do know is that our enemy is absolutely content bringing the fight to our house. and they have no problems using deadly force against non combatants. i mean heck, 3000 people died on 9/11. over 6000 were injured. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is why we have soldiers. they take the fight to our enemies. they fight so we don't have to. so their children, and our children don't have to. they pack up and leave their spouses and families behind. and a lot of them don't come back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, if i'm asked again if decorating for christmas before rememberance day bothers me, i'm going to say yes. yes it does. leave the santas and frostys in the basement, don't pull out the reindeer or nativity scenes quite yet. the only wreaths being hung should consist of poppies. let your christmas celebration start after we remember why we can celebrate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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post'/><author><name>Trav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01109496231851151884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/Sw-GFbNMwaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DyBNFxO7MJ0/S220/cowboy+trav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-128210540970415566</id><published>2010-03-01T03:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T05:03:51.385-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>another music post.</title><content type='html'>ok.  so music is obviously my thing.  my area of expertise if you will and quite frankly.  the biggest venue in the world disapointed me tonight.  and on the 12th as well.  i understand that the olympic committee wanted to showcase canadian talent, and i think that's awesome.  really i do.  but if you're gonna showcase canadian talent, then pick bands/performers WITH talent.  tonights showcase could have included much better acts than it did.  honestly, i enjoyed most of the show.  i am a fan of micheal buble, a big fan of neil young.  i thought the speeches were well put together with the exception of catherine o'hara. i honestly found her thing a little distasteful and rude.  especially to athletes who had just lost one of the biggest events of their lives.  while i'll be the first to admit that it is nice to bask in the glory of our wonderful olympic representatives, there must be an element of tact and courtesy shown when dealing with the teams that did not fare as well as ours.  micheal j. fox's speech i thought was perfect. it could not have been better.  quite possibly the highlight of the night, actually, probably tied with the raising of the 4th arm and letting katrina le may doan light it.  i thought that was incredibly fitting, and well deserved.  the only other two people that in my opinion desrved to share in that honour would have been joannie rochette and alexandre bilodeau. but because katrina missed out on lighting it at the opening ceremony, i was incredibly pleased, and honestly proud to see her light it tonight.  again, the light/floor show was amazing.  i'm sure there are far bigger words to describe it, but amazing/awe inspiring would be the two that ocme to mind. favorite part of the light show would definitely have been the whales in the opening ceremony.  WOW! that is all.  WOW!  &lt;br /&gt;now, since we're still talking about things i did like about the ceremonies we'll just slide on into the music end of things.  best musical number performed in either the opening or closing ceremonies goes to.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rVq0L4kkpKM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rVq0L4kkpKM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't care what anyone's opinion of her lifestyle choices is, you cannot deny that this song was performed brilliantly.  so, the travy award goes to her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best song in the closing ceremony would be neil young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nszR0tfp4Es&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nszR0tfp4Es&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that it's not the olympic performance, but i can't find it on youtube.  &lt;br /&gt;while i think the song is great, i was honestly hoping he'd sing heart of gold.  both songs would have been quite fitting.  either way, i'm not disapointed.  not by him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honourable mention for this award goes to micheal buble and his fun little number.  classic buble, and it incorporated classic canada.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, being a fan of classical and chamber music.  i truly enjoyed greece's anthem, the olympic anthem performed by ben heppner, and the russian anthem performed by the chamber choir.  i found all three amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, we'll get to the things i did not like about the ceremonies.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll try and work our way down.  starting with the things that just kinda bugged me, working towards the things that made me angry.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;opening ceremony, the whole pow wow thing.  don't get me wrong here, i think it was wonderful that we honoured the first nation's people, but i just thought it was a little overdone. it was almost a little hard to watch the parade of nations when there were several hundred dancers out on the floor as well.  i would have toned it down a bit is all.  definitely not something to eliminate.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;opening ceremony.  the torch not working.  i understand technical difficulties happen.  however, it's like watching one of the events.  if they had only practiced a bit more, they would have realized what was wrong, and could have prevented it from happening.  although the first blunder of the games did lead to a fun and humorous closing show.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;opening ceremony.  wayne gretzky should have let katrina light his pillar inside the stadium.  he said afterward that he felt horrible for her.  well then, if he knew that he was still going to get to light the one outside, would not the gentlemanly thing to have been step aside and let her partake in a once in a lifetime event?  granted, the situation was rectified in the closing ceremony, which is why this is near the bottom of my list of things that urked me about the games.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;closing ceremony.  catherine o'hara. i already hit on this above so i'm not going to reitterate the same bit again.  distasteful, kinda rude.  not canadian at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;closing ceremony.  nickleback, avril, alanis, hedly, simple plan, and whoever else may have played before i gave up on any one with talent hitting the stage and started playing video games. there were many, many, many other acts that could have been chosen to represent our country over these.  here's just a few. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTO - taking care of business&lt;br /&gt;the guess who - running back to saskatoon, no sugar tonight, american woman, hand me down world. &lt;br /&gt;jann arden - all i can think of is insensitive, and tho i don't think it would have been terribly "olympic" neither were any of the other performances. &lt;br /&gt;paul brandt - didn't even see the dust, alberta bound, risk (probably more olympic themed than any other song)&lt;br /&gt;george canyon - who would you be?, somebody wrote love (because of all the proposals and such at the games), drinkin' thinkin' (in honour of jon montgomery and the women's hockey team), i want you to live (in honour of every soldier fighting for the dreams and hopes of every citizen of our great country. we wouldn't have the games if it weren't for them. seriously, if you haven't done it recently, thank a soldier for their service.  even if you don't support the war, support the troops.)&lt;br /&gt;i'll try and bring in some other genre's too... but only ones that aren't geared strictly for 13-15 year olds. &lt;br /&gt;tom chochrane - life is a highway&lt;br /&gt;bruce cockburn - lovers in a dangerous time&lt;br /&gt;as previously mentioned, stompin' tom conners - the hockey song, or if you want to diversify and represent more certain areas of canada, bud the spud&lt;br /&gt;blue rodeo - bad timing, lost together&lt;br /&gt;the bare naked ladies - million dollars, pinch me, brian wilson&lt;br /&gt;the tragicall hip - ahead by a century, poets, new orleans is sinking&lt;br /&gt;great big sea - everything shines, ordinary day, consequence free, when i'm up(i can't get down)&lt;br /&gt;matthew good - hello time bomb, apparitions, load me up, strange days&lt;br /&gt;steppenwolf - (an american and canadian band.  would have been a great way to show unity between nations after the shalacking they took in hockey :P )born to be wild, magic carpet ride&lt;br /&gt;Chantal Kreviazuk - leaving on a jet plane (goodbye olympians!)&lt;br /&gt;rush - fly by night, tom sawyer&lt;br /&gt;gordon lightfoot - the wreck of the edmund fitzgerald, sundown, if you could read my mind&lt;br /&gt;the tea party (how cool would a reunion be?) - anything off of alhambra &lt;br /&gt;Sarah McLachlan  - arms of an angel (would be perfect for the georgian luger), i will remember you&lt;br /&gt;kim mitchell - go for a soda, patio lanterns. &lt;br /&gt;and seriously, if you're going for the younger audience.  how about this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAFFI!!!  - oats, peas, beans and barley grow, baby beluga, this old man, and many other great songs from our childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, back to the list.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rufus wainwright - pick one.&lt;br /&gt;and the list goes on.  i could have also said doc waker, emerson drive, adam gregory, etc, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, those are just a few of the much better performers than what we were given tonight. &lt;br /&gt;so now we head back to the list of things i didn't like about the olympics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the trashing of canada.  two countries stood out spectacularily at this.  the united states, with late night shows doing nothing but trying to poke fun at us constantly, until of course steven colbart actually got here and experience canada and canadians.  he apologized on the air and admitted he was totally wrong about us.  that was cool. also, a lot of the athletes, and teams.  namely three.  shaun white from the snowboarding raising a stink because apparently our "pants were too tight" in the half pip competition. the women's hockey team, or whoever it was that decide to raise a big stink about our winning team celebrating.  and finally, apollo ohno after he was disqualified.  he said on tv that he thught it was favoritism because the official was also canadian.  when they brought up the stats, the canadian official had dq'd more canadians than any other country.  there were also athletes from other countries who just showed incredibly poor sportsmanship, such as the snow boarder from australia (the millionare internet spam mogul) was completely arrogant and abnoxious throughout the whole games. (and he was originally from canada) the dutch speed skater.  i'm sure everyone knows which one i'm talking about.  there comes a time when you need to man up, and own what you've done.  not just try and pass the blame on to someone else.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, that brings me to the very last thing on my hate list.  are you ready for it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;believe it or not, the thing i hated the most about these olympics was the two renditions of our national anthem.  they were both horrible.  nobody could sing along, nobody could get involved.  heck, even steven harper gave up trying to sing along.  and then the other two countries and the olympics themself come out with beautiful performances, and ours bombs.  i hated them.  honestly.  with a passion.  i was angry at how poorly those musicians presented our country.  i'm incredibly proud to be canadian.  as were the other 60,000 people in the stands.  i think it would have been soooo much better to just play the music and let the crowd sing.  or else get someone with a voice to sing it the way it's written. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways... now that i've spent the past couple hours writing.  i'm going to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744356-128210540970415566?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/128210540970415566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=128210540970415566' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/128210540970415566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/128210540970415566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/2010/03/another-music-post.html' title='another music post.'/><author><name>Trav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01109496231851151884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/Sw-GFbNMwaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DyBNFxO7MJ0/S220/cowboy+trav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-5202703113445422952</id><published>2010-01-29T00:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T01:36:56.732-06:00</updated><title type='text'>music.</title><content type='html'>ok... i know some of you felt a little jipped after my fish bucket list.  i mean all that reading (thank you for reading all of it) and there wasn't any real substance to it.  so in lui of that, i'll make a real post.  but it's gonna be a doozy.  here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure i've posted about music before.  music is huge with me.  massive.  it's how i express myself. it's how i release emotion.  it's how i relate to others emotion.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, some of you may have seen this on my facebook already.  i polled the masses to find out your 3 favorite songs.  i also shared mine.  they are as follows. in no particular order&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. johnny cash - sunday morning coming down.&lt;br /&gt;2. eric church - sinners like me&lt;br /&gt;3. dierks bentley - my last name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have reasons for liking these songs so much.  yes, of course, they are all country songs, but really, i'm sure that doesn't surprise you very much.  i mean come on, really.  i like country songs because they convey stories, messages, full thought process, not just stuff like stupid nickelback lets get naked and hump, or any rap artist poppin caps and then gettin naked and humping, or any stupid little pop starlet who gets naked and humps on stage.  i mean really, i know that that's what our culture has come to believe is number one, great, and number two music. but i'm a little traditionalist when it comes to music.  i think that music should come from an instrument.  not a computer. therefore, jay-z, rhiannon, britney, sorry but you are all out of luck.  anyways, i digress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to reason of liking these songs.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday morning coming down.  this song does have a story to it.  a sad one at that. i know yeah, what country song doesn't have a sad story.  anyways, that's not the reason that i like it.  i like it because of the story about the song. first off, it should be known that cash did not write this song.  kris kristoferson is the man who penned it.  not well known at the time, and having difficulties getting his foot in the doors of nashville execs, the young air force mechanic, after repairing a helicopter, took it for a test flight, landed on cash's lawn and said something to the effect of "mr. cash, i would certainly appreciate if you would have a listen to this demo."  he handed him the tape, got back in the helicopter, and left.  well, cash liked the song so much he decided to record it.  while in the studio, the song again encountered opposition because of some of the lyrics.  namely in the chorus where it says "i'm wishing lord that i was stoned".  the execs did not like the thought of associating sunday morning with people being stoned. understandable. especially since the market that the record would be sold to were generally church going people.  who wouldn't understand very much about it.  it made economic sense.  cash however, who had a long dark history with substance abuse, stood by the song, and demanded that it be recorded as written.  because it speaks to many others.  and that it reflects the life that he used to live.  cash's protests of course pulled through and the song was recorded as written.  this paved the way for people to be real with their music.  not everything always had to be dip dee dip dee dip and ramalamadingdong and peachy keen.  singers and song writers were allowed to now be real people. &lt;br /&gt;that's why i like that song.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next song.  eric church - sinners like me.  this time i like the message that the song shares.  the song illustrates the life of a man who's lived a normal life.  he hasn't been a "perfect christian" if you will, but at the same time, he hasn't been a spawn of satan either, when it comes down to it tho, the last verse sums it up pretty much. &lt;br /&gt;"on the day i die, i know where i'm gonna be.&lt;br /&gt;me and jesus got that part worked out.&lt;br /&gt;i'll wait at the gate, til his face i see&lt;br /&gt;i'll stand in a long line of sinners like me" &lt;br /&gt;it teaches that we're all the same.  that none is better because he's at church every sunday, or the guy who maybe ties one on a little too hard on friday is any worse.  i think the key is that we're all sinners. none of us are perfect.  and that the only one to judge should be god.  plain and simple.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, we come to dierks bentley - my last name.  it's a song about roots, about you are where you're from, about not gettin above your raisin'. it's a song about being proud of who you are, and of your family.  because really, when you think about it, people are fickle.  and the only ones that will always love you are your family.  it's important to keep them close, to care about them.  whether it's going to your nephews 2nd birthday party, or getting together with everyone at christmas, or just having an uncle a brother in law and a cousin over to watch a fight.  these are the times that matter more than anything.  family builds character, and character defines a person.  a person who comes from a family that cares about them, that builds them up and encourages them will be of solid character, a great person.  they will have strong beliefs and convictions, and will not be easily waivered in these, because their family is there at their back standing firm with them. a person with poor family ties will do whatever he can to make things good for him.  not caring too much about the damage it may cause others.  his motives are primarily self serving, and his moral integrity will be easily compromised because he has no support structure.  i know on facebook i said that family can be a number of things, mom and dad and brothers and sisters, grandma and grampa and cousins and uncles and aunts, husband wife and kids, or friends.  well... in this list, i'm gonna remove the friends thing from the family thing.  while friends can play an integral part in the support structure, they don't share the same ties that are shared with blood relatives.  like i said, people are fickle.  and quite frankly, i've experience this first hand.  a while back my best friend of 17 years decided that he seemed to know what was best for me, and tried to tell my wife that she should divorce me.  anyways, long story short, my best friend at the time, whom by all means i considered a brother, betrayed me, hurt me incredibly, and subsequently is now completely dead to me.  so yeah.  as good as friends can be, they aren't family.  family is family.  anyways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, so anyways, the reasons that i like these songs come together to form a great plan for living.  and honestly, i think if people would live by these three lessons, the world would be an infinitely better place.  people would (1)stand up for what they believe in, (2) not judge people and treat them the way that they would like to be treated, and (3) care about their families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a hard time picturing a better world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's my opinion, but it's never wrong... so yeah... just sayin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744356-5202703113445422952?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/5202703113445422952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=5202703113445422952' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/5202703113445422952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/5202703113445422952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/2010/01/music.html' title='music.'/><author><name>Trav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01109496231851151884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/Sw-GFbNMwaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DyBNFxO7MJ0/S220/cowboy+trav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-7136777118665438646</id><published>2010-01-19T17:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T18:15:49.407-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a bucket list of sorts.</title><content type='html'>as is well known. i like to fish.  this is a list of fish i have/want to catch.&lt;br /&gt;Northern Pike. - caught. &lt;br /&gt;Walleye - caught.&lt;br /&gt;Perch - caught. &lt;br /&gt;Burbot - caught.&lt;br /&gt;Yellow Sucker - caught.&lt;br /&gt;Rainbow Trout - caught.&lt;br /&gt;Chinook Salmon - caught.&lt;br /&gt;Halibut - not yet.&lt;br /&gt;Lake Sturgeon - not yet.&lt;br /&gt;White Sturgeon - not yet.&lt;br /&gt;Largemouth Bass - not yet.&lt;br /&gt;Smallmouth Bass - not yet. &lt;br /&gt;Tarpon - not yet.&lt;br /&gt;Shark (any species) - not yet.&lt;br /&gt;Sailfish - not yet.&lt;br /&gt;Swordfish - not yet.&lt;br /&gt;Goliath Grouper - not yet. &lt;br /&gt;Piranna - not yet.&lt;br /&gt;Blue Marlin - not yet.&lt;br /&gt;Tuna - not yet.&lt;br /&gt;Dolphin (the fish, not the mammal) - not yet.&lt;br /&gt;Redfish - not yet.&lt;br /&gt;Red Snapper - not yet.&lt;br /&gt;Musky - not yet.&lt;br /&gt;Lake Trout - not yet.&lt;br /&gt;Speckled Trout - not yet.&lt;br /&gt;Brown Trout - not yet.&lt;br /&gt;Brook Trout - not yet.&lt;br /&gt;Whitefish - not yet.&lt;br /&gt;Goldeye - not yet.&lt;br /&gt;Channel Catfish - not yet.&lt;br /&gt;Atlantic Salmon - not yet.&lt;br /&gt;Barramundi - not yet.&lt;br /&gt;Barracuda - not yet.&lt;br /&gt;Cod - not yet.&lt;br /&gt;Carp - not yet.&lt;br /&gt;Alligator Gar - not yet.&lt;br /&gt;Sockeye - not yet.&lt;br /&gt;Crappie - not yet.&lt;br /&gt;Sunfish - not yet.&lt;br /&gt;Rock Bass - not yet.&lt;br /&gt;Arctic Char - not yet.&lt;br /&gt;Coho - not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously i have a lot of work to do in order to complete this list. as well as a fair amount of travelling to catch some of these.  this list is not comprehensive by any stretch, nor is it final, as i'm sure i will always find more fish that i would like to catch.  these are just the ones that i could think of off the top of my head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again, obviously i've been thinking about fishing a lot lately. in fact, i've even taken to making some of my own leaders for certain species.  basically taking a 20lb braid line and braiding three lengths into a 6-9 inch length, attaching a swivel and a snap swivel to each end. there we go. done and done. a great leader for species such as trout, walleye, or sturgeon. not so good with pike because of their teeth. but nonetheless, it keeps me busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this probably isn't the post that you were all waiting for. but, it'll have to do, because quite frankly, it's all you're getting for now. &lt;br /&gt;4.5 months til the new fishing season opens.  i know this one isn't over yet, but i can't wait to get out on the water, casting again.  hopefully this year i'll be able to check off a few more species on the list.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. that's all i got for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744356-7136777118665438646?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/7136777118665438646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=7136777118665438646' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/7136777118665438646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/7136777118665438646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/2010/01/bucket-list-of-sorts.html' title='a bucket list of sorts.'/><author><name>Trav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01109496231851151884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/Sw-GFbNMwaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DyBNFxO7MJ0/S220/cowboy+trav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-5554045995564956055</id><published>2009-12-10T18:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T18:52:28.533-06:00</updated><title type='text'>not even close</title><content type='html'>i hear songs on the radio like darius rucker - alright, or any other happy-ish song all the time, and when i hear them, i sing along. it's what i do.  but i'm not there. not even close.  i was listening to dave's song and i got to the second verse. and i'm not there.  not even close.  i have times when i am happy, when i'm smiling, when i'm not sad, and then i get home, and when i'm by myself, i'm not there.  not even close.  i know, it took me a while to get where i'm at now, the place where most people were at right when it happened.  when i think about it i'm absolutely overwhelmed with grief.  even now when i'm typing.  it hurts.  a lot.  and that confuses me.  i don't know if my happy times that i'm going through are honestly happy times.  i want them to be.  but i don't, because i feel bad having happy times.  i don't think i'm pretending to be happy, but i don't feel like i should be.  it's confusing. i don't like it.  i hate this.  i want to be there.  but i don't.  because then i feel like i've moved on.  like you do with an ex girlfriend.  and he was so much more than that.  i don't ever want to move on from him.  that's a horrible analogy.  but it makes sense.  i know it's normal to move on, and i did with grampa.  i can look back on pictures of us, go to the house that he lived in (grandmas house now) and even read stuff that he wrote to her, and it makes me smile.  but i'm not there yet with uncle john.  not even close.   and i know that everyone understands this.  and i know that the hurt i'm going through doesn't even compare to that of becky or ang, or johnny and mike, and is not even in the same category of that of auntie chris.  i can't imagine that.  and i hurt for all of you too.  it's that damn braun empathy.  i love it, but i hate it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah.  that's where i'm at.  i'm not even close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just sayin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744356-5554045995564956055?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/5554045995564956055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=5554045995564956055' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/5554045995564956055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/5554045995564956055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/2009/12/not-even-close.html' title='not even close'/><author><name>Trav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01109496231851151884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/Sw-GFbNMwaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DyBNFxO7MJ0/S220/cowboy+trav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-3782647426404573469</id><published>2009-12-01T18:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T18:59:15.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the saints are coming?</title><content type='html'>as everyone is well aware, my riders failed to win the grey cup.  there was a last minute penalty, which essentially stole the cup out of our hands.  of course there were other factors which played into this as well, but long and short, we lost.  i don't want to point blame at anyone person, or even at the team as a whole.  mistakes happen.  it's just unfortunate that this one happened at such an incredibly pivotal moment in the game.  there's all sorts of other excuses we could throw out there, but they don't change anything.  sure, sunday night, i was angry as heck.  but, now, i've moved on.  we'll comeback next year stronger than ever, pending the free agents that we may lose in the off season, but with a team as loved as ours, a lot of the players still choose to stay here instead of other teams.  mind you, we've made a lot more money than in the past couple years than the other teams, so we should be able to offer signing bonus's, which is a good thing.  now, i know that not everyone knows about the cfl (sorry sheila, i'm trying not to say names, but i think you're my only reader who doesn't lol) so i'll explain a little bit.  the cfl is an 8 team league, with a profit sharing system set up. however, merchandise sales and ticket sales bring a greater percentage of income to the team generating the sales than the rest of the league.  since we got to host a home playoff game this year, we will get a hefty chunk of change from that.  also, because the riders (our team) made it to the grey cup (our superbowl) this year, our merch. sales will also be hire.  there were an insane amount of melon heads (our fans... we wear watermelons on our heads.  because they are green. just like our colors ;). so, in turn, we get a larger percentage from sales.  anyways.  more about our cfl, we operate on a 3 down system instead of a 4 down  like the nfl. which encourages a little bit of a faster game, with more passing. our field is also larger, 110 yards long and 65 yards wide.  so the game opens up a little bit as well.  the defensive line must line up 1 yard back from the line of scrimmage instead of right on it as the nfl does.  and our ball is larger.  not quite a rugby ball, but not an nfl ball either.  other than that, there are not a lot of differences in the game.  but it would take some getting used to.  &lt;br /&gt;speaking of getting used to a different game... this year i decided that i was going to try and follow the nfl as well as the cfl.  now, obviously i'm a rider fan to the bone, and i bleed green like nobody's business, but i figured, when there isn't a cfl game on, i'll watch the nfl.  now of course, that means that i would need to pick a team to follow.  so, i went and i checked out the teams before the preseason even started, and i decided that i would follow the new orleans saints. and i'm kinda pretty happy i did.  so far they're undefeated. 11-0.  this is super!  i've got a new super power team to cheer for.  what a way for one to acquire a liking for a new league!  moni, i know that you and peter follow the nfl as well, tho i'm not sure who your teams are, and sheila, i'm curious if you do? i would love to have some other people i could talk football with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744356-3782647426404573469?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/3782647426404573469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=3782647426404573469' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/3782647426404573469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/3782647426404573469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/2009/12/saints-are-coming.html' title='the saints are coming?'/><author><name>Trav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01109496231851151884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/Sw-GFbNMwaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DyBNFxO7MJ0/S220/cowboy+trav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-7446501529118715772</id><published>2009-11-27T01:51:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T15:40:10.022-06:00</updated><title type='text'>new and improved???</title><content type='html'>so, i decided i was gonna sit down and figure this stuff out... and it's not that hard. i seriously impressed myself. i kinda like it. what do you think? now, i just need to learn how to customize templates so i can put whatever stinking picture i want in there... maybe eventually... for now, this is what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a different note, reno's at our place are finally coming along nicely, i've got just a wee bit of sanding left to do upstairs, and then i start painting. once painting is done, the new floors will go in, and then time to move up some furniture and electronics and stuff... i can't wait. i'm hoping that it will be done enough in time for grey cup on sunday, if not, oh well... anyways, once i get furniture up, i'll have a half wall to build around the staircase (i just figured it would be easier to move furniture without it there, and in case i damage it, i won't have to replace the brand new wall :P) and then paint that, and we're all done. so, at the latest sometime next week the whole upstairs of our place will be completely renovated. it's gonna be awesome... and yes, i will post pictures. don't worry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744356-7446501529118715772?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/7446501529118715772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=7446501529118715772' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/7446501529118715772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/7446501529118715772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-and-improved.html' title='new and improved???'/><author><name>Trav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01109496231851151884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' 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few little facelifts, but all in all, it's still ugly.  my blog is the kenny rogers of blogland.  yeah, i went there. anyways, i would love to learn how to do that stuff myself, so if anyone has the know how, and the patience to actually kinda teach me a little bit as to how i can make my blog all sophisticated (i just corrected the spelling of this.  originally wrote sofisiticated.) it would be great to hear from you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744356-4688630949540908866?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/4688630949540908866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=4688630949540908866' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/4688630949540908866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/4688630949540908866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-dont-get-it.html' title='i don&apos;t get it.'/><author><name>Trav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01109496231851151884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/Sw-GFbNMwaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DyBNFxO7MJ0/S220/cowboy+trav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-3199129853704581100</id><published>2009-11-19T17:32:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T18:26:33.559-06:00</updated><title type='text'>what i want.</title><content type='html'>everyone else is doing it. so i will to.  i guess i'll start with the thing i could use the most. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/SwXebxGZgSI/AAAAAAAAADk/fcEd2yhHQ2Y/s1600/money_pile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/SwXebxGZgSI/AAAAAAAAADk/fcEd2yhHQ2Y/s400/money_pile.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405971496346157346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if that's out of your reach, i will settle for this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/SwXeuZEgLvI/AAAAAAAAADs/5b1jrlX47iM/s1600/small+money+pile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/SwXeuZEgLvI/AAAAAAAAADs/5b1jrlX47iM/s400/small+money+pile.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405971816313270002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously tho, i am one of those people who actually like cash as a present.  it's great. it means i can spend it on what i want. because let's be honest. you don't always get what you want.  not to say that what i've received in the past has been horrible, i'm just sayin is all. next on the list.  much like david, i like instruments.  i've got a few to choose from.  and i don't expect top of the line or anything. just as long as it's playable would make me happy. here's a few. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/SwXfjWASPUI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AKNjL0HG1YA/s1600/pedal+steel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/SwXfjWASPUI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AKNjL0HG1YA/s400/pedal+steel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405972726023339330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/SwXfjLF3udI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wPXN17TVBkU/s1600/fiddle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/SwXfjLF3udI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wPXN17TVBkU/s400/fiddle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405972723093977554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/SwXfixyahsI/AAAAAAAAAD8/j0WyhmS6mEk/s1600/dobro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/SwXfixyahsI/AAAAAAAAAD8/j0WyhmS6mEk/s400/dobro.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405972716301485762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/SwXfimiw8nI/AAAAAAAAAD0/3UUqj5Fz8lE/s1600/BluegrassBanjo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 146px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/SwXfimiw8nI/AAAAAAAAAD0/3UUqj5Fz8lE/s400/BluegrassBanjo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405972713283056242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now since it's been established that i like music (duh) i would also like to go see one of my favorite performers.  and believe it or not, it's not u2.  although i would love to go, i would much rather go to this show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/SwXgAxQA5EI/AAAAAAAAAEU/tGnQ84qsOqA/s1600/ticket+stub.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 234px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/SwXgAxQA5EI/AAAAAAAAAEU/tGnQ84qsOqA/s400/ticket+stub.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405973231553274946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure that's not what the real ticket looks like. i couldn't find a real eric church ticket stub picture online, so i made one :P. i'm cool like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i'm sure some of these may be a little on the wishing side and not so much realistic. i'll throw a few in that would also make me happy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/SwXgu2bSeFI/AAAAAAAAAEc/DvgqT3L_Tjc/s1600/bfbc2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/SwXgu2bSeFI/AAAAAAAAAEc/DvgqT3L_Tjc/s400/bfbc2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405974023216724050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this isn't even out til march, but you can preoreder it now. and i can't wait for it.  seriously. and it needs to be for xbox 360. because i have more people on that system that are going to be getting it as well. so yeah... that would make me very very happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/SwXhVw5U0uI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ReHv0WS5mQ0/s1600/fishin+hole.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 87px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/SwXhVw5U0uI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ReHv0WS5mQ0/s400/fishin+hole.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405974691746992866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not the whole store, unless you really want to. but a gift certificate would be absolutely fine. i love anything to do with fishing. really. i do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/SwXhuWNnxqI/AAAAAAAAAEs/4g0fsWOIMbY/s1600/jamesons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/SwXhuWNnxqI/AAAAAAAAAEs/4g0fsWOIMbY/s400/jamesons.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405975114081093282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously. this is the best whiskey in the world.  for the longest time i was a rye drinker. and i still enjoy rye. but irish whiskey is where it's at.  soooooo good.  and this stuff is the best.  cream of the crop.  top of the barrel.  seriously... it's wonderful.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that concludes my list for now. i may add to it as we get closer to the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744356-3199129853704581100?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/3199129853704581100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=3199129853704581100' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/3199129853704581100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/3199129853704581100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-i-want.html' title='what i want.'/><author><name>Trav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01109496231851151884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/Sw-GFbNMwaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DyBNFxO7MJ0/S220/cowboy+trav.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/SwXebxGZgSI/AAAAAAAAADk/fcEd2yhHQ2Y/s72-c/money_pile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-2916736788486353696</id><published>2009-11-10T13:38:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T17:02:44.891-06:00</updated><title type='text'>heroes</title><content type='html'>so, it's been a heck of a long time since i've written anything.  but, i figured everyone else is, so i guess i could too.  the month of october, well... it just kinda plain old sucked.  3 people, 1 of whom i was very close with passed away.  i've been feeling incredibly overwhelmed, and my brain has kind of set itself into recluse mode.  not that i don't want to see people at all, because i do, and i have been.  but everything that i'm feeling doesn't see the light of day.  and i know that it's bad that i bottle everything up.  but it's how i cope.  i do have moments where i have emotional times... i know, lame way to put it, but i can't think of anything else.  so yeah, i said that 3 people i knew passed away... i guess it wasn't all in october, but in a 5 week span.  first was dallas martens.  i know a lot of people who read this knew him, remember his smile, his ever chipper attitude.  you couldn't have found a nicer guy.  for those that don't know, dallas and his wife were celebrating their first anniversary in honduras where they were trying to adopt a child while working for an orginization that helps mothers and children with aids, when they were attacked by muggers.  dallas, being the man that he was, got in between the attackers and his wife, and wound up getting shot multiple times in the chest, killing him instantly.  this took me a while to process.  that someone i knew.  that someone i knew from martensville even, small town saskatchewan, would die such a violent death.  seriously, until this point, everyone who i know that's died had either been a car accident, disease, or sad to say, a suicide. nonetheless, i dealt with it.  then, just when i thought that i was done dealing with it.   i got a call saying uncle john was not doing well and mom was flying out to say goodbye.  i will get into how this affected me, but in a bit.  ovbiously, everyone now knows that uncle john was the second person to pass.  the third occurde on the 28th of october.  his name was LT. justin boyes.  you may have heard of this.  he's the reason that all the flags in saskatoon area have been at half mast for the past week and a half (which by the way, moves me almost to tears everytime i see it.)  justin was killed while serving in afghanistan.  he was helping mentor the afghani national police force (ANP) and was leading a patrol when he steped on an improvised explosive device (IED), killing him and injuring two other heros. for those of you who know me, i'm sure you're aware of the immense respect and grattitude i have for soldiers, veterans, and military of any kind.  well, the war finally hit home for me the other day.  again, it seems surreal that someone i know has died such a violent death.  this one almost moreso than dallas'.  the insurgent that planted the ied didn't really care at all who he injured.  he wasn't doing it for personal gain, he just wanted to kill someone.  i could get started on the whole this proves islam wrong thing, but i've gone down that road by myself already, and this post will be plenty long enough without that.  anyways... i've been angry about all of that.  but, like i said, i will get back to the uncle john part of this.  my uncle john passed away from a 3 year battle with cancer.  so, how does this compare with the soldier that gave his life for his country and our freedom, and the man who sacrificed his life for the safety and wellbeing of his wife? i'll admit, the first two died hero's deaths.  and while it may seem like a cancer related death is just something to add to statistics, it's not.  value of a life is measured in the legacy left behind.  i'm a firm believer of that.  now, that is not to take away from the significance of what justin and dallas did.  their sacrifices are an incredible legacy.  but my uncle john was a man of integrity.  he was a man of compassion, of caring, of understanding.  he loved easily, and was easily loved.    i don't know why it's taken me this long to write anything, to say anything, but it has.  i know people will say that i have nothing to be sorry about for that, but i am nonetheless.  my uncle was a family man, putting them before himself without a second thought or a question of doubt. he would have done anything for any of his children, his wife, his brothers and sisters, parents, neices and nephews, and his grandchildren.  they said that the cancer started shutting down his organs, and the doctors say that he was having heart problems, but i'm postive they were wrong.  his heart was strong until the end.  his last moments were spent with the people he loved.  his heart was absolutely right. there's no question about that.  i know that a lot of people have been sharing stories about uncle john, and i love reading them.  but i honestly have a hard time remembering stories about him.  maybe it's part of my stupid coping process, if i can't remember stories, i won't be sad.  i know that i have memories, i remember his laugh, i remember him at the lake, playing horseshoes with dad and uncle henry and john andres, i remember skiing, tubing, and fishing with him.  i remember sleepovers at his house with mike, and him coming out to the truck camper in the back yard to make sure we were ok before he went to bed.  i remember the youth group guys having an all nighter in his basement, which was very brave on his part considering none of his children were even in the youth group.  i remember him hugging me after grampa died. and me hoping to all things holy that someone wouldn't be hugging me anytime soon at his funeral.  if you've been to the john braun page, you've seen that people are posting memories and tributes to him, so far his kids, the thing that resounds is the love that he had for them.  and that is evidenced in the love that becky and johnny have for their own children.  and the love that ang and mike have for their nephew and nieces. that's a legacy.  his legacy, much like grampas is one of love.  and i don't care what anyone says, that makes him a hero, just like dallas, and just like justin. so tomorrow, i'm going to go to woodlawn cemetery, and right in the middle of the old military section at the old memorial that says "to our dead" i'm going to leave 3 poppies.  one for each of the heroes that has passed away.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lest we forget.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744356-2916736788486353696?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/2916736788486353696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=2916736788486353696' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/2916736788486353696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/2916736788486353696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/2009/11/heros.html' title='heroes'/><author><name>Trav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01109496231851151884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/Sw-GFbNMwaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DyBNFxO7MJ0/S220/cowboy+trav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-6808763198793904079</id><published>2009-05-02T15:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T15:41:55.104-06:00</updated><title type='text'>soooooo</title><content type='html'>amanda's gone this weekend with my mom and sisters to the ladies retreat... i was planning on fishing all weekend... seriously... i've been looking forward to fishing since the last fishing season closed, 33 days ago... the only thing is, we've had lousy weather for the past month... seriously... it's been cold... even snowing a couple times... which means that the ice didn't melt... which means that we couldn't launch the boat... which means we had to fish from the shore, which means we were limited in where we could fish because only 2 spots had enough ice gone so we could cast... which means the water is still too cold at the surface for the fish to move to the top and spawn and eat, which means we didn't catch crap... well, that's not entirely true, one of the guys caught crap, and by crap i mean an old take out dish someone had dumped in the lake.  but other than that, it sucked.  i'm not even going tomorrow... unless the wind dies down, then maybe i might but it's not supposed to... we'll see... but not to blackstrap... i'll save that til the ice is gone.  so, my weekend that was planned out fully, just became fully unplanned... and i am fully bored out of my skull already... oh well... it happens&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744356-6808763198793904079?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/6808763198793904079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=6808763198793904079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/6808763198793904079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/6808763198793904079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/2009/05/soooooo.html' title='soooooo'/><author><name>Trav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01109496231851151884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/Sw-GFbNMwaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DyBNFxO7MJ0/S220/cowboy+trav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-4990938113730574918</id><published>2009-04-13T05:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T05:07:19.302-06:00</updated><title type='text'>it's my birthday...</title><content type='html'>woooo....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744356-4990938113730574918?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/4990938113730574918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=4990938113730574918' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/4990938113730574918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/4990938113730574918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-my-birthday_13.html' title='it&apos;s my birthday...'/><author><name>Trav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01109496231851151884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/Sw-GFbNMwaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DyBNFxO7MJ0/S220/cowboy+trav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-8874321466673058970</id><published>2009-03-09T04:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T04:44:46.247-06:00</updated><title type='text'>something funny to make becky a happy cheerful person again</title><content type='html'>The preschool teacher says, "We're going to do vocabulary today. Who can use the word 'definitely' in a sentence?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary raises her hand and exclaims, "Me me me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher says, "Go ahead, what's the sentence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary replies, "The sky is definitely blue."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's good, Mary," says the teacher, "but the sky can also be gray or white."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam raises his hand and states, "Grass is definitely green."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher says, "That's good, Sam, but grass can be brown, too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Johnny raises his hand and asks, "Do farts have lumps in them?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher says, "No Johnny, why do you ask that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Johnny replies, "Well, I definitely sh*t my pants." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another...&lt;br /&gt;Little Johnny is always being teased by the other neighborhood boys for being stupid. Their favorite joke is to offer Johnny his choice between a nickel and a dime -- Little Johnny always takes the nickel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, after Johnny takes the nickel, a neighbor man takes him aside and says, "Johnny, those boys are making fun of you. Don't you know that a dime is worth more than a nickel, even though the nickel's bigger?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny grins and says, "Well, if I took the dime, they'd stop doing it, and so far I've made $20!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and some more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new teacher tries to make use of her psychology courses. The first day of class, she starts by saying, "Everyone who thinks they're stupid, stand up!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few seconds, Little Johnny stands up. The teacher asks, "Do you think you're stupid, Johnny?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, ma'am, but I hate to see you standing there all by yourself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and again... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: "Little Johnny, give me a sentence using the word, 'geometry.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Johnny: "A little acorn grew and grew until it finally awoke one day and said, 'Gee, I'm a tree.'" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there you go beck... i hope that these made you happy.... oh yeah... i hope your birthday was happy too.... because you're aweosme and you should be happy... you're funner when you're happy lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744356-8874321466673058970?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/8874321466673058970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=8874321466673058970' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/8874321466673058970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/8874321466673058970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/2009/03/something-funny-to-make-becky-happy.html' title='something funny to make becky a happy cheerful person again'/><author><name>Trav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01109496231851151884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/Sw-GFbNMwaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DyBNFxO7MJ0/S220/cowboy+trav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-6070823362210468016</id><published>2009-03-06T18:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T18:23:51.936-06:00</updated><title type='text'>what's your opinion?</title><content type='html'>Dad of girls who froze to death handed 3 years jail&lt;br /&gt;Updated Fri. Mar. 6 2009 3:57 PM ET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CTV.ca News Staff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Saskatchewan father who drunkenly lost his two young daughters outside in a snowstorm has been handed a three-year jail sentence for their deaths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christopher Pauchay, 25, pleaded guilty to criminal negligence causing death after his daughters -- three-year-old Kaydance and one-year-old Santana -- were found buried in snowdrifts in January of last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prison term comes despite calls from an aboriginal sentencing circle that Pauchay be spared jail time and be allowed to heal in his community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in handing out the sentence, Judge Barry Morgan said that Pauchay hadn't taken responsibility for the deaths and didn't seem to understand how his actions had led to the tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pauchay, who had been drinking heavily on the night of the deaths, had taken the girls out of his home on the Yellow Quill First Nation reserve in the early hours of Jan. 28.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They became separated in the -50 C weather, and the girls froze to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pauchay also suffered severe frostbite and hypothermia but survived after being found by a neighbour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Crown noted that Pauchay already has a long criminal record, with more than 50 convictions. The three-year jail term lands on the lower end on the Crown's request, who were seeking a maximum sentence of five years in jail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pauchay's lawyer had argued that sending the father to prison would only hurt his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday in the Rose Valley, Sask., courtroom, Pauchay told Judge Barry Morgan that his new infant daughter has kept him sober and given him a new lease on life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the girls' deaths, Yellow Quill First Nation Chief Robert Whitehead announced plans to establish an addiction treatment centre on the reserve, which has been plagued by alcohol abuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Saskatoon Tribal Council is still reviewing the plans for the treatment centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elders in a 24-member sentencing circle recommended that Pauchay not be sent to prison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pauchay's stepmother Jo Anne Machiskinic earlier told a sentencing circle she was angry that it took such a tragedy for the reserve to own up to the drinking problems it faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I felt at the time, why does it always take something this bad to make people open their eyes?" Machiskinic said last month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said she is concerned about the depression Pauchay faced in the months following his daughters' deaths, and she is not mad at him about their deaths because he did not intend to hurt them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok... so now that you've read all of that, and maybe you saw it on the news, or heard about it on the radio... what's your opinion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know a lot of people will say that he deserves a lot longer than three years, and frankly i agree.  i think that criminal negligance causing death is a bullshit charge, pardon my french, and that it should be nothing short of a manslaughter charge. if not a second degree murder. i think that he should rot in a jail cell personally.  but according to the canadian legal system (we've been down this road before, it is in no way a justice system) that's pretty much the max that he could be charged with.  so that being said, i'm glad he got the max.  what really burns me up is that the council at the reserve (healing circle) is upset because they feel like they have been ignored.  i'm sorry... what? the healing circle was ignored? oh shucks.  what are we going to do?  i guess the feelings of the healing circle are more important than seeing justice (if you can call that puny sentance justice) served on the drunken bastard who let his two daughters freeze to death because he wanted more beer.  anyways, before i go way off course and write something i probably shouldn't post, i'll end it here... what's your opinion?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744356-6070823362210468016?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/6070823362210468016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=6070823362210468016' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/6070823362210468016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/6070823362210468016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/2009/03/whats-your-opinion.html' title='what&apos;s your opinion?'/><author><name>Trav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01109496231851151884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/Sw-GFbNMwaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DyBNFxO7MJ0/S220/cowboy+trav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-9114340123485104202</id><published>2009-03-01T02:39:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T02:40:03.809-06:00</updated><title type='text'>there, i did it</title><content type='html'>there it is.... isn't it beautiful? now answer it...&lt;br /&gt;maybe be i should give it more than a week.  i'll give it two weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744356-9114340123485104202?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/9114340123485104202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=9114340123485104202' 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march</title><content type='html'>and i don't know what to write. becky thinks i can write an essay, but i strongly disagree... i'm having a heck of a time coming up with something for this post.  i admit, i seriously ripped all of you off with that last one... and btw... i still haven't told her what i wiped my hand on... i don't think i remember anymore even.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i don't know what to write about, i'm sure i could come up with something, but i don't know how deep and personal i want to get on here.  we'll see... maybe i should make a blog that i write on daily,  where i'm the only one who knows about it, and then i can pick and choose what goes on this one. maybe i'll do that... hmmmm.... maybe i should see if i can find some kind of poll for this.  yeah... i'm going to go kill time looking for a poll to put up... stay tuned&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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march'/><author><name>Trav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01109496231851151884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/Sw-GFbNMwaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DyBNFxO7MJ0/S220/cowboy+trav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-2681236236009275179</id><published>2009-02-13T18:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T18:43:56.910-06:00</updated><title type='text'>it's just about been a month... time for something new...</title><content type='html'>i just sneezed all over my hand... i wiped it off before i typed this... but i'm not gonna tell my wife what i wiped it on... :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744356-2681236236009275179?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/2681236236009275179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=2681236236009275179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/2681236236009275179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/2681236236009275179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-just-about-been-month-time-for.html' title='it&apos;s just about been a month... time for something new...'/><author><name>Trav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01109496231851151884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/Sw-GFbNMwaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DyBNFxO7MJ0/S220/cowboy+trav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-3173610048428469058</id><published>2009-01-16T00:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T01:02:35.580-06:00</updated><title type='text'>honest crap.... i mean honest scrap :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/SXApxCpK-RI/AAAAAAAAACg/cpg4l89HB2Q/s1600-h/blog_award-honest_scrap%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/SXApxCpK-RI/AAAAAAAAACg/cpg4l89HB2Q/s400/blog_award-honest_scrap%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291775484660218130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... i guess i was awarded (is this the new version of being tagged?) the honesty scrap award by my wonderful auntie chris (you can find her blog to the right of your screen... under chris's coop... go there... it's good... i'm not sure if this is because people think i'm honest, or people think i'm a liar and should be honest... but anyways... i'm supposed to come up with 10 honest things about me... so here goes...&lt;br /&gt;1. i hate these things... lol... what a way to start off.... but yeah... i hate them... i have a hard time finding words for everything that's going on in my head... i could sit and talk to you face to face and tell you everything i want to say, but i just have a heck of a time finding words to write it all down. that's why i rarely blog&lt;br /&gt;2. i don't have very many friends.  i'm friendly with people, but i don't open up to very many people... really... just my wife for the most part... it's not that i am incapable of making friends, i just don't want them... &lt;br /&gt;3. i am a redneck... i know... most of you already know this... but some people don't... i listen to country music, drive my truck through the mud, go fishing as often as i can, i do everything that rednecks do, except drink beer...&lt;br /&gt;4. i don't drink beer.  i'll drink pretty much everything else tho... except tequilla... i just don't like beer... unless there's a lot of clam to go with it&lt;br /&gt;5. it has been 261 days since i quit smoking... i've tried to have one here or there, but i can't... &lt;br /&gt;6. i'm running out of things to say... honestly.... don't be offended... but refer to number 2&lt;br /&gt;7. i hate how the post secondary education system works.  seriously... i have a heck of a time writing essays... not because i never learned how, but because my brain doesn't work that way... i can sit in class and not take any notes at all, go to write a test at the end of the year and score in the 90's  why doesn't that count for anything anymore? &lt;br /&gt;8. my answer to number 7 makes me feel stuck.  because i'm not "school smart" i will never get a good job.  i will never make it to where i want to be, do what i want to do, or become who i want to be.  &lt;br /&gt;9. my answer to number 8 makes me feel angry.  i hate how because somebody who likes writing essays (a totally worthless skill unless you're an author)decided that it should be a requirement for post secondary education, i am stuck working dead end jobs for the rest of my life.  i hate that person. with an incredible amount of sincerity, i hate them.  i wish ill on them.&lt;br /&gt;10.  when i get angry i like to fight. well... i like to fight in general... my mom hates, it, my wife hates it... grampa braun used to always ask me if i had gotten in any fights lately, but we had to whisper back and forth so that grandma couldn't hear us talking about it... i think he knew that me winning a fight made me feel good at my job and that he liked to see me proud of myself. maybe he didn't like that i got in fights... but he loved to see me proud of myself.... i just realized that now... now i really miss him. a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's 10 things... all of them are honest... all of them are truth. i think that certain ones go into my life in greater detail than others, that's how it's gonna work... i'm supposed to tag some other people for this thing too.... so, i will tag cindi, jen, and carrie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awards rules: Pick up your award and post it on your blog. Link back to who you received the award from. Pass it on to ten other people. (Sorry I did not do this. Here's another honest thing... i don't know how to link to people.) If you can not award it to ten just do the best you can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744356-3173610048428469058?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/3173610048428469058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=3173610048428469058' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/3173610048428469058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/3173610048428469058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/2009/01/honesty-crap-i-mean-honesty-scrap-p.html' title='honest crap.... i mean honest scrap :P'/><author><name>Trav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01109496231851151884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/Sw-GFbNMwaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DyBNFxO7MJ0/S220/cowboy+trav.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/SXApxCpK-RI/AAAAAAAAACg/cpg4l89HB2Q/s72-c/blog_award-honest_scrap%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-4395607600677498002</id><published>2008-12-02T00:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T00:56:33.624-06:00</updated><title type='text'>so, how pissed off are you?</title><content type='html'>as most of you are aware, our government is in shambles. mainly due to the liberals, ndp, and bloq quebecois. we are either facing yet another 30 million dollar election, or a coalition government, led by the fork tongued stephan dion. now, while my own political views are very conservative, i will try to keep this as non biased as possible. (good luck with that one... i know) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why coalition government is bad. &lt;br /&gt;1. well um... let's see... it's not who candians voted in. yeah sure, the other 3 parties made up 55% of the votes at the last election... but not one single person voted to have a coalition government. how about that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. the liberals and the ndp are getting in bed with the bloq. enough said? no. two weeks ago in a press conference the leader of the bloq said he "does not care about the rest of Canada." pardon my french, but WHY THE HELL WOULD WE LET HIM RUN OUR COUNTRY???? seriously, how is it that a party that is only represented in one province can actually run in a federal election?? this is ridiculous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. it's not done with respect to canadians... the only reason that the other parties are pushing for this is so that they can retain the free money. if you read my last post, you will have noticed the thing that incited this rebellion was a bill to discontinue the tributary allotted to each party based on the votes they receive. as it stands right now, each party gets $1.75 per vote cast for that party... so, let's say the ndp gets 100 votes, that means they would get $175 etc. etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that this bill is good because at present that's 28 million dollars that could be spent on health care, education, highways, or anything else. instead of going into political fat cat's pockets. now, i don't necessarily agree with why this was done. quite obviously stephen harper wants to bankrupt the other parties. that is kind of childish. also, it leaves a one party option, or as we in the modern world like to call it, a dictatorship. this is a bad thing. now, what i do agree with in regards to this bill is the fact that it would force the parties to fund raise, something that the conservative party has done amazingly well, as it managed to raise more than twice as much money as all 4 of the other parties combined (if you can call the green party a party). apparently the libs, ndp, bloq, and green parties don't like to fund raise until 3 months before an election. where as i received a phone call asking for support from the tories last week... seriously... i told them no, but nonetheless.. it proves my point... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean... go and knock on doors mr dion, start selling magazines mr layton, go do a bottle drive green party. earn your own money... seriously. apparently each of the other parties had to take out bank loans in order to candidate. loans which were paid off by the free money they got for the votes... and also, apparently most of these leaders are in serious debt themselves because of their efforts to get into politics and what not. that's seems a little redundant to me. why would i vote for someone to come and handle my tax dollars when they apparently can't handle their own money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also in regards to this bill. another part of this bill was that all areas of parliament, (the house, the cabinet, and the senate) should all receive pay cuts. ABOUT TIME!!!&lt;br /&gt;i do not have a problem with politicians being paid to do what they do. it can't be an easy job to run the country. i personally don't know if i would be up to the challenge. but seriously, when the senate gets paid not to show up to meetings? or the other mp's get paid to boycott parliament? i have a big problem with that. if you don't show up for work, you don't get paid. it is their job to show up. that's what they were elected for. i'm going to stop now before this turns into a tirade... at least about them showing up...   anyways... i also think it's ridiculous that they get paid as much as they do... i think that they should make a fair salary, and that they themselves should not be the ones to change it.  no adding a pay raise on to a bill or the likes of that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... there's 3 good reasons why this is bad.  i think that people need to email the governor general asap and express their displeasure with the possibility of our country being run by a coalition government ( info@gg.ca )  we need to remember that these people are elected by us to run the country... but the country is still us!! these people are OUR employees, not vice versa, they work for us!!! and this is not working for me.. seriously!!! btw... i'm happy to say that i've already emailed mme jean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what to ask for? ask that if a non confidence vote is cast and the government is disolved, that she call for another election, not a coalition government.  i think the majority of canadians will be choked enough with the other parties that the right will win a majority... funny you know... how the conservatives are in the right on the political spectrum... does that mean the other parties are in the wrong? (sorry... i had to)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, i've heard rumour of a newer, more civil minded western sepratist movement being started.  personally this really interests me. depending on their ideologies, i may be enticed to follow this new party. i know it seems a little hypocritical to support a western version of the bloq quebecois, but really, are our elected officials leaving much other choice? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is all for now... i know... most of you will be surprised that i posted again so quickly after my last one, and furthermore so that it's a post of substance.  and that i actually have a political bias and on and on and on... but yeah... it's bugging me to no end how those commies and tree huggers and frenchies are destroying our great country.  so there it is&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744356-4395607600677498002?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/4395607600677498002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=4395607600677498002' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/4395607600677498002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/4395607600677498002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-how-pissed-off-are-you.html' title='so, how pissed off are you?'/><author><name>Trav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01109496231851151884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/Sw-GFbNMwaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DyBNFxO7MJ0/S220/cowboy+trav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-5992725696899041991</id><published>2008-11-29T02:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T02:38:28.135-06:00</updated><title type='text'>this makes me happy</title><content type='html'>http://www.canada.com/windsorstar/story.html?id=8a7c33b1-38ee-42e8-aa0d-632798aa9a18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just hope it works... good for you mr. harper&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744356-5992725696899041991?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/5992725696899041991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=5992725696899041991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/5992725696899041991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/5992725696899041991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-makes-me-happy.html' title='this makes me happy'/><author><name>Trav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01109496231851151884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/Sw-GFbNMwaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DyBNFxO7MJ0/S220/cowboy+trav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-8717097952616987127</id><published>2008-11-19T21:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T21:12:47.356-06:00</updated><title type='text'>balderdash take 2</title><content type='html'>ok... since becky already knew the word i've decided to find a new one... hopefully this works better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the new word is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;limosis (lye-mo-siss)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;limosis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok... have at it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744356-8717097952616987127?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/8717097952616987127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=8717097952616987127' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/8717097952616987127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/8717097952616987127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/2008/11/balderdash-take-2.html' title='balderdash take 2'/><author><name>Trav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01109496231851151884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/Sw-GFbNMwaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DyBNFxO7MJ0/S220/cowboy+trav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-2267769092652262089</id><published>2008-11-19T11:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T12:01:49.426-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ok.... it's balderdash time</title><content type='html'>as you all know... we like to play balderdash... here's the rules... it's just like ultimate balderdash.... i will try and do this regularily too... at least once a week for sure... feel free to email suggestions to my facebook email... we will start with a word... just because it's a good way to start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh... by the way... there are no points for getting it right... to easy to google it... i just wanna have fun getting peoples brains ready for christmas... hint hint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todays word is.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brouhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brouhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have fun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744356-2267769092652262089?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/2267769092652262089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=2267769092652262089' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/2267769092652262089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/2267769092652262089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/2008/11/ok-its-balderdash-time.html' title='ok.... it&apos;s balderdash time'/><author><name>Trav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01109496231851151884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/Sw-GFbNMwaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DyBNFxO7MJ0/S220/cowboy+trav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-2499123040477099946</id><published>2008-11-06T02:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T02:21:36.421-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a couple hours late...</title><content type='html'>i'm not doing the nananabooboo blog thing like everyone else seems to be doing... but i just thought because of the date yesterday, this might be fitting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a shiny nickel for anyone but trevor who gets this... cindi... no cheating and asking trevor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, remember the 5th of November. The gunpowder, treason, and plot. I know of no reason why the gunpowder treason should ever be forgot.&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;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;need a clue? here's a clue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van-guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. &lt;br /&gt;The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. &lt;br /&gt;Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all i'm giving you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744356-2499123040477099946?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/2499123040477099946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=2499123040477099946' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/2499123040477099946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/2499123040477099946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/2008/11/couple-hours-late.html' title='a couple hours late...'/><author><name>Trav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01109496231851151884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/Sw-GFbNMwaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DyBNFxO7MJ0/S220/cowboy+trav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-890311975546152813</id><published>2008-11-04T13:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T15:39:55.095-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i guess i should post something...</title><content type='html'>45 ODD Things about you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FILL IT OUT and pass it on and also back to the person that sent it to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn 45 things about your friends, and let them learn 45 things about you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you like blue cheese salad dressing? no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Have you ever smoked heroin? no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you own a gun? yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.What's your favorite drink at Starbucks or other specialty&lt;br /&gt;coffee shop? hot chocolate... i'm easy to please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you get nervous before doctor appointments? yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.What do you think of hot dogs? good with chilli and cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Favorite Christmas song? o come o come emmanuel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What do you prefer to drink in the morning? depends on the morning... apple juice probably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Can you do push ups? yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What's your favorite piece of jewelery? my only one? my wedding ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Favorite hobby? guitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you have A.D.D.? wow... look at that.... ummm... no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What's one trait that you hate about yourself? fat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Middle name? Marvin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.Name 3 thoughts at this exact moment: i hurt, i wish i could sleep thru the night, and i want to go hot tubbing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Name 3 drinks you regularly drink? iced tea, coke, and water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Current worry right now? did i bugger up my elbow... again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Current hate right now? headaches from lack of sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Favorite place to be? home... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. How did you bring in the New Year? with amanda's friends, and then playing music with drew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Like to travel? yeah... i'd just like to fly for a change... i'm the only one in my family who never has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Name three people who will complete this? dunno... don't care really... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you own slippers? Yes, my moose ones i got when me and glen cheated at the christmas gift game... best 2 bucks i ever spent lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What color shirt are you wearing? none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you like sleeping on satin sheets? dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 Favorite color? camo.... no really... camo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.Would you be a pirate? No, ninjas kick pirates asses anyways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.What songs do you sing in the shower? depends what i'm listening to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.Favorite girls name? ummmm... amanda?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 Favorite boy's names? travis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31 What's in your pocket right now? don't have any&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32 Last thing that made you laugh? kungfu panda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33 Best bed sheets as a child? don't remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34 Worst injury you've ever had? patella femural syndrome, or hyperextended elbow, or dislocated shoulder, or countless sprains... never broke anything of my own tho... hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35 Do you love where you live? nope.... i hate it... i really wanna get out of the city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36 How many TVs do you have in your house? two tv's and a hd projector... so i guess one could say 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Who is your loudest friend? probably saje&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39 Does someone have a crush on you? lol.... probably saje... no... just kidding... my wife... and me... i'm dead sexy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40 What is your favorite book? Shadow Warriors by Tom Clancy   (and it's a non fiction)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41 What is your favorite candy? black jujubes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42 Favorite Sports Team? riders... heck yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43 What were you doing 12 AM last night? watching hellboy 2: the golden army&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44 What was the first thing you thought of when you woke up this morning? i'm gonna kill my dog.... it was 4 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Favorite kind of car? 2008 chevy 2500 HD crew cab short box, 4x4 diesel.  no questions asked... take that ozone layer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744356-890311975546152813?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/890311975546152813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=890311975546152813' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/890311975546152813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/890311975546152813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-guess-i-should-post-something.html' title='i guess i should post something...'/><author><name>Trav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01109496231851151884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/Sw-GFbNMwaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DyBNFxO7MJ0/S220/cowboy+trav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-5163420728564832253</id><published>2008-08-08T12:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T12:42:52.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'>this is frigging awesome!!!   language warning</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.ebaumsworld.com/mediaplayer.swf" flashvars="file=http://media.ebaumsworld.com/2008/08/839300/wrongmatch.flv&amp;displayheight=325&amp;ggtrackid=ebwcvRdoff&amp;backcolor=0x0d0d0d&amp;lightoclor=0x336699&amp;frontcolor=0xcccccc&amp;image=http://media.ebaumsworld.com/thumbs/video/426694/839300.jpg" loop="false" menu="false" quality="high" bgcolor="#ffffff" width="425" height="345" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744356-5163420728564832253?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/5163420728564832253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=5163420728564832253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/5163420728564832253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/5163420728564832253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-is-frigging-awesome-language.html' title='this is frigging awesome!!!   language warning'/><author><name>Trav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01109496231851151884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/Sw-GFbNMwaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DyBNFxO7MJ0/S220/cowboy+trav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-2242574028306468087</id><published>2008-02-15T18:27:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T18:41:20.215-06:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY!!!</title><content type='html'>they cleaned my street!!!  &lt;br /&gt;for those of you who are thinking... "meh"... let me expound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is FREAKING HUGE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;we have been here for three years and as of today would you care to guess how many times my street had been cleared of snow and ice, which ruts so bad i can't get into my driveway without putting my blazer into 4x4?&lt;br /&gt;3... as of today.   seriously it only happens after i shoot off a couple angry angry emails to the public works department threatening the cessation of my tax dollars which are supposed to pay for the removal of said snow and ice and ruts from my street.&lt;br /&gt;where the heck do my tax dollars go?? seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time was a little different tho, i only sent one angry email to public works, after that i sent an angry, yet diplomatic email to city council and the mayor's office.  i even got a letter back from them saying they were going to review and discuss my "situation" at the next council meeting.  i'm excited... i might even have to watch the council meeting on tv... 'cause heaven knows that it'll be a lot easier to watch it on tv than actually go to the council meeting in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah... i'm excited, my street is driveable... finally&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744356-2242574028306468087?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/2242574028306468087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=2242574028306468087' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/2242574028306468087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/2242574028306468087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/2008/02/yay.html' title='YAY!!!'/><author><name>Trav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01109496231851151884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/Sw-GFbNMwaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DyBNFxO7MJ0/S220/cowboy+trav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-8474237392399806155</id><published>2008-02-12T20:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T20:43:29.607-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Auntie Chris tagged me.... now she's gonna regret it...</title><content type='html'>well, they say curiousity killed the cat... it's certainly gonna kill this book tag thing... but auntie chris was curious about what i would come up with, and with my never fail to disapoint attitude, i grabbed the nearest book, opened it to page 123 found the 5th sentence, and here come the next three, i'm going to post the 5th sentence also, just so you have some context. i'll post the title of the book after i post the sentences, just to keep you in suspence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOHUNN GARRY  317 AVE O S. S2M7S4    283-2128&lt;br /&gt;BOHUNN K                             283-7330&lt;br /&gt;BOHUNN N 342 CARTIER CRES LS7L49     483-6628&lt;br /&gt;BOIRE D&amp;K 931 BLACKBURN CRES V7S1E7  743-4637&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** some personal information has been altered to protect personal intrests***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the name of the book that was closest to me just happened to be the sasktel phonebook 2007/2008 edition for saskatoon city&lt;br /&gt;the book was written by sasktel and printed and distributed by direct west.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope you're happy auntie chris. i'm sure you were expecting something a little "out there" i hope i hit that mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall tag, ang, carrie, beck, she may do this at her leisure as she is still in the middle of another tag, cindi and jen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744356-8474237392399806155?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/8474237392399806155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=8474237392399806155' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/8474237392399806155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/8474237392399806155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/2008/02/auntie-chris-tagged-me-now-shes-gonna.html' title='Auntie Chris tagged me.... now she&apos;s gonna regret it...'/><author><name>Trav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01109496231851151884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/Sw-GFbNMwaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DyBNFxO7MJ0/S220/cowboy+trav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-7059759493257445580</id><published>2008-02-04T21:25:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T21:25:58.234-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com" style="display: block; width: 300px; height: 100px; background: url('http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com/img/badge1.png') no-repeat; padding-top: 50px; padding-left: 60px; color: #009933; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; font-family: Times New Roman, Arial, serif; font-size: 40px;"&gt;68 words&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://10-fast-fingers.com"&gt;Touch Typing&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/6744356-7059759493257445580?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/7059759493257445580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=7059759493257445580' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/7059759493257445580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/7059759493257445580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/2008/02/68-words-touch-typing.html' title=''/><author><name>Trav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01109496231851151884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/Sw-GFbNMwaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DyBNFxO7MJ0/S220/cowboy+trav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-8975643451676333130</id><published>2008-01-28T00:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T00:58:43.194-06:00</updated><title type='text'>it's just like scattegories... but different</title><content type='html'>Here’s how it works: Use the first letter of your name to answer each question. Must be places or names…Nothing made up. Can’t use your own name for boy/girl’s name question. If you can’t answer, skip to next one.&lt;br /&gt;1. Famous Singer: Travis Tritt... hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Four Letter Word: turd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Street: T north &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Colour: taupe(sp??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Gifts/Present: tools... tools are great... mmmmm.... tools&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Vehicle: truck... it's a vehicle... and they didn't say specifics... and it counts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Things in Souvenir Shop: tacky stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Boy Name: thomas...  i think i've heard of that one before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Girl Name: tara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Movie title: time to kill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Drink: triple anything ;) :P.... ok... fine... tequilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. OCCUPATION: top gun instructer... it's a real job... there really is a top gun flight school... and there really are top gun instructers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Celebrity: tony stewart... nascar racer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Magazine: time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. City: toronto... ewww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Sports: t-ball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Fruit: tomatoe... technically fruits... yay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Reason for Being Late to work: too drunk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Something that you throw away: trash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Something you shout: TAKE OFF, EH, YOU HOSEHEAD!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744356-8975643451676333130?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/8975643451676333130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=8975643451676333130' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/8975643451676333130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/8975643451676333130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-just-like-scattegories-but.html' title='it&apos;s just like scattegories... but different'/><author><name>Trav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01109496231851151884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/Sw-GFbNMwaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DyBNFxO7MJ0/S220/cowboy+trav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-1304722207070267471</id><published>2007-12-14T16:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T17:01:26.339-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yup'/><title type='text'>3 months later.... oops</title><content type='html'>so becky wanted me to write a post, i didn't want it to be another stupid quiz or anything like that, but something worth reading. so here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been missing grampa a lot lately.  i drove out to osler today and parked beside the cemetary for 20 minutes or so, just to be there, i'm sure i'm not the only one who's done this, and i know it won't be the last time i do it. i didn't venture out because the snow was a little deep and i didn't know if i could find the right spot. &lt;br /&gt;so, i sat there, and i thought, and i prayed, and everything else that goes along with that. &lt;br /&gt;then i came home, and i sat for a while, i've been in a fair bit of physical pain lately too, i went to the doctor and he said i've strained some muscles and ligaments around my right hip... i guess i'm getting old. oh well. i came upstairs to facebook and such, and neglect my blog some more, and i put some tunes on while i get whupped at scrabulous by becky, and then this song came on.  with everything going on in our family, it really hit me. i'm taking it out of context a little bit, but i want to share it with my family. here it is.  it's called "never alone" by a band called lady antebellum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Never Alone"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the angels protect you&lt;br /&gt;trouble neglect you&lt;br /&gt;and heaven accept you&lt;br /&gt;when it's time to go home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may you always have plenty&lt;br /&gt;the glass never empty&lt;br /&gt;and know in your belly&lt;br /&gt;you're never alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never alone&lt;br /&gt;never alone&lt;br /&gt;i'll be in every beat of your heart &lt;br /&gt;when you face the unknown&lt;br /&gt;wherever you fly&lt;br /&gt;this isn't goodbye&lt;br /&gt;my love will follow you, stay with you&lt;br /&gt;baby you're never alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to be honest&lt;br /&gt;as much as i wanted&lt;br /&gt;i'm not gonna promise&lt;br /&gt;that the cold winds won't blow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when hard times have found you&lt;br /&gt;and your fears surround you&lt;br /&gt;wrap my love around you&lt;br /&gt;you're never alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never alone&lt;br /&gt;never alone&lt;br /&gt;i'll be in every beat of your heart &lt;br /&gt;when you face the unknown&lt;br /&gt;wherever you fly&lt;br /&gt;this isn't goodbye&lt;br /&gt;my love will follow you, stay with you&lt;br /&gt;baby you're never alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may the angels protect you&lt;br /&gt;trouble neglect you&lt;br /&gt;and heaven accept you &lt;br /&gt;when it's time to go home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when hard times have found you&lt;br /&gt;and your fears surround you&lt;br /&gt;wrap my love around you&lt;br /&gt;you're never alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's it. i hope it finds you where ever you are&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744356-1304722207070267471?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/1304722207070267471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=1304722207070267471' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/1304722207070267471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/1304722207070267471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/2007/12/3-months-later-oops.html' title='3 months later.... oops'/><author><name>Trav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01109496231851151884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/Sw-GFbNMwaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DyBNFxO7MJ0/S220/cowboy+trav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-6866131049492906420</id><published>2007-08-14T05:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T05:58:01.178-06:00</updated><title type='text'>off becky's</title><content type='html'>i got this off of becky's blog.... i took one very similar at bible college (8 years ago) and my results were the complete opposite... kinda weird... oh well... i think it's as true now as it was back then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://eldabin.mypersonality.info" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://badges.mypersonality.info/badge/0/1/13972.png" alt="Click to view my Personality Profile page" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744356-6866131049492906420?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/Sw-GFbNMwaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DyBNFxO7MJ0/S220/cowboy+trav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-2575391704710408621</id><published>2007-07-29T03:29:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T03:31:45.903-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i can't sleep and here's something silly</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://paradox.of.arden.tripod.com/quiz/princess/index.html" target="new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://fuzzy.snakeden.org/images/fezzik.jpg" border=0 alt="Fezzik"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://paradox.of.arden.tripod.com/quiz/princess/index.html" target="new"&gt;Which Princess Bride Character are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744356-2575391704710408621?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/2575391704710408621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=2575391704710408621' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/2575391704710408621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/2575391704710408621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-cant-sleep-and-heres-something-silly.html' title='i can&apos;t sleep and here&apos;s something silly'/><author><name>Trav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01109496231851151884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/Sw-GFbNMwaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DyBNFxO7MJ0/S220/cowboy+trav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-239281658405277929</id><published>2007-07-19T12:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T12:17:33.847-06:00</updated><title type='text'>from my facebook</title><content type='html'>i figured there might still be some of you who aren't on facebook yet, so i'll share this here too... it's a couple days old... i think i wrote it on monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow... what a weekend. i have been everywhere emotionally, i've been angry, i've been sad, i've been happy, i've been blah, and i have been so blessed. today was absolutely amazing. i loved being in the hospital room with my family whom i love, singing hymns, holding grampa's hand, hugging grandma, praying with family. visiting with uncles that i don't usually visit with, talking with cousins on a level i have never talked with them at (thank you johnny and mike, i love you guys) i have been so blessed to be able to spend two nights in the room with grampa, i have been able to see thru the hollow shell that's left laying there tonight, and i've seen that he is still 10 feet tall. on friday when i went in during the morning, i was happy because i had a special moment when he told me i was a really good boy. my grampa is proud of me. and then on saturday night, to have him pray for me, to call my name hoping that i was still there, just to have him fall into a peacefull sleep right after i prayed for him. and then on sunday night, in the room with grandma too, to be able to pray with her for our family, to pray for grampa, and to pray for her. to watch her fall asleep holding hands with the man who she has loved for all of her life, to be able to tuck her in when she fell asleep on the chair with her bare feet sticking out. it's little things like this that we'll never forget. like when me and becky were looking for hymns and leah seemed to always know every single hymn in the book. i have been so blessed. i've been listening to my country gospel stuff for the past 1/2 hour now and came across a song that was just awesome... here's the lyrics &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There'll be shouting on the hills of glory &lt;br /&gt;Shouting on the hills, shouting on the hills &lt;br /&gt;There'll be shouting on the hills of glory &lt;br /&gt;There'll be shouting on the hills of God &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what a blessed reunion &lt;br /&gt;Oh what a blessed reunion &lt;br /&gt;When we're together over yonder &lt;br /&gt;There'll shouting on the hills of God &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There'll be shouting on the hills of glory &lt;br /&gt;Shouting on the hills, shouting on the hills &lt;br /&gt;There'll be shouting on the hills of glory &lt;br /&gt;There'll be shouting on the hills of God &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more sorrow in that city &lt;br /&gt;No more sorrow in that city &lt;br /&gt;Jesus prepared a place in heaven &lt;br /&gt;There'll shouting on the hills of God &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There'll be shouting on the hills of glory &lt;br /&gt;Shouting on the hills, shouting on the hills &lt;br /&gt;There'll be shouting on the hills of glory &lt;br /&gt;There'll be shouting on the hills of God &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now's the time to make your preparations &lt;br /&gt;Now's the time to make your preparations &lt;br /&gt;So stop and make your reservation &lt;br /&gt;There'll be shouting on the hills of God &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There'll be shouting on the hills of glory &lt;br /&gt;Shouting on the hills, shouting on the hills &lt;br /&gt;There'll be shouting on the hills of glory &lt;br /&gt;There'll be shouting on the hills of God&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744356-239281658405277929?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/239281658405277929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=239281658405277929' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/239281658405277929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/239281658405277929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/2007/07/from-my-facebook.html' title='from my facebook'/><author><name>Trav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01109496231851151884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/Sw-GFbNMwaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DyBNFxO7MJ0/S220/cowboy+trav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-2602660535041871655</id><published>2007-07-16T23:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T23:11:13.783-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for my awesome and amazing family'/><title type='text'>family</title><content type='html'>i love my family.  i love every single one of you more than you could ever know.  i know it goes without saying, but it should be said a lot more than it is. for that i apologize.  to be at the hospital today and see family fueds fade to nothing is amazing.  we have been so blessed grandparents who have left a legacy that is going to be tough to live up to.  before i left the hospital today i hugged everyone and told them i loved them.  i haven't done that in forever.  it felt good.  it felt so right.  so for those of you who haven't made it out, i want you to know that i love each of you, and that i miss all of you.  and that you're all in my prayers.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a picture of me hugging you&lt;br /&gt;           &gt;--O--&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744356-2602660535041871655?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/2602660535041871655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=2602660535041871655' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/2602660535041871655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/2602660535041871655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/2007/07/family.html' title='family'/><author><name>Trav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01109496231851151884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/Sw-GFbNMwaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DyBNFxO7MJ0/S220/cowboy+trav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-665198678834618196</id><published>2007-07-13T09:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T00:50:26.360-06:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>Matt 11&lt;br /&gt; 28"Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. 29Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. 30For my yoke is easy and my burden is light."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gen 25&lt;br /&gt;Abraham breathed his last and died in a ripe old age, an old man and satisfied with life; and he was gathered to his people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Job 26&lt;br /&gt; 1 Then Job replied: &lt;br /&gt; 2 "How you have helped the powerless! &lt;br /&gt;       How you have saved the arm that is feeble! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 3 What advice you have offered to one without wisdom! &lt;br /&gt;       And what great insight you have displayed! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 4 Who has helped you utter these words? &lt;br /&gt;       And whose spirit spoke from your mouth? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 5 "The dead are in deep anguish, &lt;br /&gt;       those beneath the waters and all that live in them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 6 Death [a] is naked before God; &lt;br /&gt;       Destruction [b] lies uncovered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 7 He spreads out the northern skies over empty space; &lt;br /&gt;       he suspends the earth over nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 8 He wraps up the waters in his clouds, &lt;br /&gt;       yet the clouds do not burst under their weight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 9 He covers the face of the full moon, &lt;br /&gt;       spreading his clouds over it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 10 He marks out the horizon on the face of the waters &lt;br /&gt;       for a boundary between light and darkness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 11 The pillars of the heavens quake, &lt;br /&gt;       aghast at his rebuke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 12 By his power he churned up the sea; &lt;br /&gt;       by his wisdom he cut Rahab to pieces. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 13 By his breath the skies became fair; &lt;br /&gt;       his hand pierced the gliding serpent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 14 And these are but the outer fringe of his works; &lt;br /&gt;       how faint the whisper we hear of him! &lt;br /&gt;       Who then can understand the thunder of his power?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744356-665198678834618196?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/665198678834618196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=665198678834618196' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/665198678834618196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/665198678834618196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title='....'/><author><name>Trav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01109496231851151884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/Sw-GFbNMwaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DyBNFxO7MJ0/S220/cowboy+trav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-1120239609660038114</id><published>2007-06-05T16:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T16:30:10.212-06:00</updated><title type='text'>sooooooo......</title><content type='html'>for those of you who haven't checked all the other of my immediate family blogs, and since they've all posted it too... i guess i'll say it here too... i'm going to be an uncle again!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is very exciting news, and no, it's not cindi and trevr, it's jen and kelly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;congratulation you two!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had an interesting way of finding out, kelly left a voicemail on my phone saying something to the extent of "i was sitting on the toilet readin the "bathroom reader" and found a quote that said "practice makes perfect" and i thought, no it doesn't, practice makes babies!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then he hung up... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well... we were the second ones to know, which is also cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again, congrats you two!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744356-1120239609660038114?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/1120239609660038114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=1120239609660038114' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/1120239609660038114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/1120239609660038114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/2007/06/sooooooo.html' title='sooooooo......'/><author><name>Trav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01109496231851151884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/Sw-GFbNMwaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DyBNFxO7MJ0/S220/cowboy+trav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-4520688713334699816</id><published>2007-05-16T21:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T21:27:56.106-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quizzes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rad'/><title type='text'>totally tubular!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" border="0" align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="40" style="background-color:EE0055; border:black 1px solid; padding:3px;" align="center" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=13024"&gt;&lt;font size="+2" color="white"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Which Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle are You? (pics)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" style="background-color:white; border-left:black 1px solid ; border-right:black 1px solid ; padding:5px; " colspan="2"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.myyearbook.com/images/whatgot.gif" width="100" height="30" /&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=13024"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.myyearbook.com/zenhex/images/quiz3/13024/13024_res2.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Raphael&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You can be considered the 'dark one' of your family. You're a hot-head, face it. Or...the 'Realist' some may say. It's a dog-eat-dog world, you're a pretty big dog. You normally lay low until some one gets up your back. You're anti-social and short-tempered...and you're not big on admitting it! But, even though you can act kinda rude and not-there, you're a rather large teddy bear on the inside when it comes to the ones you love...in danger. You hate being called a, 'softy' and you're always ready to 'bring it'. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:white; border-left:black 1px solid ; border-bottom:black 1px solid ; padding:5px; " width="40%"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=13024"&gt;Take The Quiz Now!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right" style="background-color:white; border-right:black 1px solid ; border-bottom:black 1px solid ; padding:5px; " width="60%"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com"&gt;Quizzes by myYearbook.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744356-4520688713334699816?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/4520688713334699816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=4520688713334699816' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/4520688713334699816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/4520688713334699816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/2007/05/totally-tubular.html' title='totally tubular!!'/><author><name>Trav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01109496231851151884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/Sw-GFbNMwaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DyBNFxO7MJ0/S220/cowboy+trav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-8660456588303442899</id><published>2007-05-09T01:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T01:46:58.034-06:00</updated><title type='text'>something new... not much... but it's something</title><content type='html'>i really don't have anything to post... so i'll do something menial and silly... here goes...&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;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 80% A Child of the 80s&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouachildofthe80squiz/80s-4.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only did you experience the 80s... you are practically an expert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should be totally stoked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouachildofthe80squiz/"&gt;Are You a Child of an 80s?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhoh...&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;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Gluttony Quotient: 43%&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howmuchgluttonydoyouhavequiz/gluttony-3.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You definitely have your gluttonous moments. For you, eating is a true hobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while you do spend a lot on food, you can always make it back winning eating contests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howmuchgluttonydoyouhavequiz/"&gt;How Much Gluttony Do You Have?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh crap...&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="#F4B8B8" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Ugly Underwear!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#B8F7D0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcrappychristmasgiftareyouquiz/ugly-underwear.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comfortable and soft, more people like you than let on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's very difficult for you to show yourself in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcrappychristmasgiftareyouquiz/"&gt;What Crappy Christmas Gift Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goes to show how 80's i am??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Should Drive a DeLorean&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsportscarshouldyoudrivequiz/delorean.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't take yourself too seriously, and you prefer a fun, unusual car... like this Back to the Future gem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsportscarshouldyoudrivequiz/"&gt;What Sports Car Should You Drive?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool...&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="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In a Past Life...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/pastlifegenerator/past-life.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Were: A Genius Despot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where You Lived: Ireland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How You Died: Killed in Battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/pastlifegenerator/"&gt;Who Were You In a Past Life?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally... this one is a little more for glen than anyone methinks....&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="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Star Wars Horoscope for Aries&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatisyourstarwarshoroscopequiz/aries.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like many aries, you have demonstrated your penchant for inflicting pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel you are at the center of the universe and that you must be in control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy being a leader... and you find that your aggression and quick temper serve you well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star wars character you are most like: The Emperor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatisyourstarwarshoroscopequiz/"&gt;What Is Your Star Wars Horoscope?&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/6744356-8660456588303442899?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/8660456588303442899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=8660456588303442899' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/8660456588303442899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/8660456588303442899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/2007/05/something-new-not-much-but-its.html' title='something new... not much... but it&apos;s something'/><author><name>Trav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01109496231851151884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/Sw-GFbNMwaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DyBNFxO7MJ0/S220/cowboy+trav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-8743305591879665378</id><published>2007-03-23T17:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T18:22:03.010-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OMG'/><title type='text'>in response to melissa's blog</title><content type='html'>so... while blog surfing, i hit melissa's blog... and while i agree completely with her regarding sanjaya malakar being quite possibly the worst singer in the world, i decided to follow the links... and oh my goodness... you would not believe some of the absolutely fanatical responses in regards to this clown... this one is the best i think... &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YDviPoXJl28"&gt;watch it&lt;/a&gt;... &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YDviPoXJl28"&gt;i dare you&lt;/a&gt; this chick is actually planning on going on a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hunger_strike"&gt;hunger strike&lt;/a&gt; until &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/It%27s_Pat"&gt;he/she/ whatever the heck it is&lt;/a&gt; is voted off of idol... i can't believe it... i mean seriously... wow... she's also starting a form of cult following with this as more than one person are doing it with her... i mean seriously... wow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this guy made me laugh too... &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DUX9c8SIJng"&gt;go here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this guy's hilarious... &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X1o1i9YJfQU"&gt;go here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am seriously laughing my ass off... wow... if you want a good laugh... go to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com"&gt;you tube&lt;/a&gt; and do a search for sanjaya hungerstrike... wow... this is hilarious&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744356-8743305591879665378?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/8743305591879665378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=8743305591879665378' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/8743305591879665378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/8743305591879665378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/2007/03/in-response-to-melissas-blog.html' title='in response to melissa&apos;s blog'/><author><name>Trav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01109496231851151884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/Sw-GFbNMwaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DyBNFxO7MJ0/S220/cowboy+trav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-1216225556084497474</id><published>2007-03-21T14:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T16:39:47.759-06:00</updated><title type='text'>it's spring... this should not be happening...</title><content type='html'>ok... it's spring... the birds are supposed to be chirping, the sun is supposed to be shining... things are supposed to be turning green... but instead... it snowed last night... everything that melted is frozen... including my garage door... that's right... my garage door is frozen shut... and this really sucks because i have stuff i need to do today... i'm already late for meeting a buddy... and i'm supposed to get together with another friend after that... and it had better be thawed out by tonight because i'm supposed to play volleyball... i'm getting seriously irate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/RgGb24B8L-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/vPmaCgKQgmU/s1600-h/hahaha.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/RgGb24B8L-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/vPmaCgKQgmU/s400/hahaha.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044484424687431650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; piss off winter, you jack ass&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744356-1216225556084497474?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/1216225556084497474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=1216225556084497474' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-336786877966660034</id><published>2007-03-17T12:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T12:55:02.073-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll do it too</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed allowScriptAccess="never" allowNetworking="internal"  enableJavaScript="false" src="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/swf/widget.swf"  quality="best" bgcolor="#3D3932" width="340"  height="240" name="widget" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"  flashvars="bgcolor=#3D3932&amp;i1=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_10DA59D2.jpeg&amp;c1=a look inside someone&amp;i2=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_45782961.jpeg&amp;c2=i would rather be playing than listening... and music is my life&amp;i3=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_6E5372F4.jpeg&amp;c3=i need more sleep... seriously&amp;i4=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-4811A17.jpeg&amp;c4=you say, youll give me, a highway with no one on it - u2&amp;i5=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_7D03D4F7.jpeg&amp;c5=skanks are gross... can you spell stds?&amp;i6=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-71DC4AA8.jpeg&amp;c6=amanda will agree... a dog loves unconditionally&amp;i7=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_0AEB34CA.jpeg&amp;c7=ive beat the tar bars, now i just need to stop eating out&amp;i8=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-6EAA4FA9.jpeg&amp;c8=straight lines, nice contrast... me likee&amp;i9=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-68DE05A9.jpeg&amp;c9=nuff said&amp;i10=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-3DA9302E.jpeg&amp;c10=it relaxes me, it puts me at peace, it gives me control...&amp;i11=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_494EB337.jpeg&amp;c11=i so wanna do the carribean some time...&amp;i12=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-31AF758B.jpeg&amp;c12=always the real thing... see my commercial below&amp;i13=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_4F9C0EDC.jpeg&amp;c13=just being by water... a lake would great too... loon??&amp;moodlabel=WILD CAT&amp;lovelabel=LOVE BUG&amp;funlabel=CONQUEROR&amp;habitslabel=JUNKIE MONKEY&amp;uid=284396-2558&amp;srv=iwebhd3" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="text-align:center; width:340px;height:25px;margin-top:0px; border-top:1px solid rgb(150,150,150);background-color:rgb(0,0,0);padding:5px 0 0 0; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://networking.imagini.blueorange.co.uk/vdna.php?uid=284396-2558&amp;srv=iwebhd3" style="color:rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Read my VisualDNA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10px;color:#cccccc"&gt;&amp;trade;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;a href="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/" style="color:rgb(255,255,255) "&gt;Get your own VisualDNA&amp;trade;&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/6744356-336786877966660034?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/Sw-GFbNMwaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DyBNFxO7MJ0/S220/cowboy+trav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-3699541187415464168</id><published>2007-03-13T13:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T14:48:55.451-06:00</updated><title type='text'>and now for something completely different</title><content type='html'>ok... things first, scroll down to the bottom, and pause the music player... and then scroll back to the top...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... this is what i did last night/today... it had to be done... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BwnMInmvc0Y"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BwnMInmvc0Y" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now... two stars to give out today... one for first person to tell me where i got my title from, the second to be given to the first person to tell me what song i'm using in the video&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744356-3699541187415464168?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/3699541187415464168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=3699541187415464168' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/3699541187415464168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/3699541187415464168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/2007/03/and-now-for-something-completely.html' title='and now for something completely different'/><author><name>Trav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01109496231851151884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/Sw-GFbNMwaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DyBNFxO7MJ0/S220/cowboy+trav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-4015895092336013817</id><published>2007-03-08T18:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T18:44:24.706-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abs of jello'/><title type='text'>looking for a positive outlook</title><content type='html'>so... there's good news and bad news...  bad news is i didn't pass...  good news is i can run again in a month... so that means i have a month to get my fat ass in gear... big time... it really is a hell test... i ran until i could not run anymore... literally... i ran after my lungs started aching... screaming if you will... i ran after i rolled my ankle... i ran until i couldn't see in front of me... which subsided as soon as i ceased running... but regardless of how much i ran... i could not physically do it... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a bit of a brighter note... i was talking with a lot of other people about how they did on the RPAB and nobody i talked to was even close to my score... so kudos to me??... i think so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok... i'm going to go do some recording now... oh yeah... i have a recording studio at home now... also tres cool&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744356-4015895092336013817?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/4015895092336013817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=4015895092336013817' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/4015895092336013817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/4015895092336013817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/2007/03/looking-for-positive-outlook.html' title='looking for a positive outlook'/><author><name>Trav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01109496231851151884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/Sw-GFbNMwaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DyBNFxO7MJ0/S220/cowboy+trav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-6062452711614749842</id><published>2007-03-08T10:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T10:30:59.400-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nerves of jello'/><title type='text'>arrrgh</title><content type='html'>so... i run my test in 2 hours and 45 minutes... i'm nervous... i want to go for a run to calm down... but i know that would be kind of stupid... i need to conserve my energy.... i want to have a cigarette to settle my nerves... but i can't... i haven't smoked in 22 days... i just don't know what to do... i'm nervous/anxious/restless/everything else that fits in this category... unfortunately i didn't get a lot of time to prep for this as i was fighting that damned cold for 2 weeks and could barely make it upstairs let alone to the gym.... but i've been giving it my all for the past little while... the other day i played a pretty competitive game of volley ball and did well... we played for about 45 minutes or so... t'was great... and then the day after that... i ran a half mile... ran... yeah... not just jogged... but not sprinting either... but i did run a half mile... that's a big step for me... so hopefully i'll do well today....150 minutes to go...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744356-6062452711614749842?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/6062452711614749842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=6062452711614749842' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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he's gone thru numerous bouts of chemo, he's had blood transfusions, he's gotten new platelettes put in... well.. long and short of it... they just put him on life support... he can't maintain a steady heartbeat... please pray for lyle, and family, regardless of the outcome.  he is a strong believer, so if worse does come to pass, he will se glory, but it's still tough on everyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah... please pray... thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744356-5646898076588775723?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/5646898076588775723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=5646898076588775723' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/5646898076588775723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/5646898076588775723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/2007/02/please-pray.html' title='please pray'/><author><name>Trav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01109496231851151884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/Sw-GFbNMwaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DyBNFxO7MJ0/S220/cowboy+trav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-9056922008225186489</id><published>2007-02-20T21:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T04:53:20.641-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby steps'/><title type='text'>baby steps</title><content type='html'>so... i guess i've got a couple things that fall into this category... first off... the big exciting news i've been waiting for for the past couple weeks... I PASSED THE RPAB( RCMP Police Aptitude Battery)!!!! i found out today via the mail, that i have been put on the short list!!! so now my next step is running the PARE (physical abilities requirement evaluation) on march 8th.  you cannot believe how incredibly happy i was when the doorbell rang this morning and i had to wake up out of my much needed slumber to be made to sign for my package from the RCMP. at first i was a little choked that the postal dude rang the doorbell... but i quickly forgave him when i saw the ensignia on the envelope... made my day!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news... this is day 6 with no cigarettes... cravings have subsided and my body is now purging itself of all the shit in my lungs... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also... i may have found a gym to work out at with a buddy of mine... supposedly we can try them out for a month for free and then decide... so... we'll see... i've also been eating a lot healthier... no more crap going in... i'm feeling great... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah... there's a bunch of things going on that all involve baby steps... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, to copy becky, a star for the first person to name the movie and who wrote the book about baby steps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note... carrie... i totally dig that playlist thing... that's freaking great... they just need more country music... but i really dig it... i'm trying to make this blog kinda cool... and since i don't have a clue how to do all the fancy background stuff... yet.... i'll keep doing this stuff... i'm slowly learning... baby steps... baby steps into the elevator...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744356-9056922008225186489?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/9056922008225186489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=9056922008225186489' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/9056922008225186489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/9056922008225186489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/2007/02/baby-steps.html' title='baby steps'/><author><name>Trav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01109496231851151884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/Sw-GFbNMwaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DyBNFxO7MJ0/S220/cowboy+trav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-5367088457126581482</id><published>2007-02-07T20:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T15:27:27.084-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ugh'/><title type='text'>blah</title><content type='html'>i'm sick... it sucks... brutal cold... i think mom gave it to me... thanks mom... just kidding... i've hardly been off of the couch in the past 2 days... seriously brutal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744356-5367088457126581482?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/5367088457126581482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=5367088457126581482' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/5367088457126581482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/5367088457126581482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/2007/02/blah.html' title='blah'/><author><name>Trav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01109496231851151884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/Sw-GFbNMwaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DyBNFxO7MJ0/S220/cowboy+trav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-7615008573380590583</id><published>2007-01-28T05:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T05:17:34.356-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quizzes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lethargy'/><title type='text'>me too</title><content type='html'>i know it's been a freaking long time... but oh well... here's the test... do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.testriffic.com/friendtest/1911310"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.testriffic.com/friend/1911310/1.gif" alt="Leaderboard" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.testriffic.com"&gt;&lt;br &gt;Create your own Friend Quiz here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744356-7615008573380590583?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/7615008573380590583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=7615008573380590583' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/7615008573380590583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/7615008573380590583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/2007/01/me-too.html' title='me too'/><author><name>Trav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01109496231851151884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/Sw-GFbNMwaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DyBNFxO7MJ0/S220/cowboy+trav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-5067682490600400396</id><published>2007-01-03T11:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T11:30:52.033-06:00</updated><title type='text'>off a buddies blog...</title><content type='html'>i thought this was kinda cool... i really dig mine... it's neat....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cyborg.namedecoder.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cyborg.namedecoder.com/webimages/governor3k3-TRAV.png" width="240" height="180" alt="Technician Responsible for Assassination and Violence" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cyborg.namedecoder.com"&gt;&lt;small&gt;Get Your Cyborg Name&lt;/small&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/6744356-5067682490600400396?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/5067682490600400396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=5067682490600400396' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/5067682490600400396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/5067682490600400396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/2007/01/off-buddies-blog.html' title='off a buddies blog...'/><author><name>Trav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01109496231851151884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S8IELPMfuOg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S8IELPMfuOg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/RY34x3ydwBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/g64XhOuhrns/s1600-h/woot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/RY34x3ydwBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/g64XhOuhrns/s400/woot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011935496006123538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... this is 100... i would have done something big and fancy and fun... but really, i just lack the ambition to do that... so instead, i found a picture of someone's 100th birthday cakes, a picture of WOOT, and a video of fireworks... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again, it looks like i'll be borderline sick for xmas... i'm getting a little bit of a cold, i've been snotty, and phlegmmy... and it hasn't been a lot of fun... my nose gets dry really quickly, and then all the snot in my nose turns to boogers... and this morning i went to blow my nose and it was pretty much booger blocking the whole nostril... and i have big nostrils... yeah... that was probably the biggest booger i've ever seen... nuts... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways... things are still a little up in the air as far as new years goes... i'll know by tomorrow either way... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ummm... what else... wow... i guess i got nothing... ok then... here's to 100 blogs down the tube&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. this isn't actually 100... i had 2 other blogs before this one... not just counting the names... this blog inparticular has had 3 names now... started as "love from a fat man" and then "stop laughing at us, we're not crazy" and finally "i've run out of titles, so i'll just write stuff"... so yeah... 100 down... who knows how many more to go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744356-1138299989389286307?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/1138299989389286307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=1138299989389286307' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/1138299989389286307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/1138299989389286307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/2006/12/yup-here-it-is.html' title='yup... here it is'/><author><name>Trav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01109496231851151884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/Sw-GFbNMwaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DyBNFxO7MJ0/S220/cowboy+trav.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/RY34Q3ydwAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G-qCPJHYnFo/s72-c/birthday_cake.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-4952034674434602172</id><published>2006-12-06T01:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T02:43:50.145-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctrine'/><title type='text'>who am i?         **pg-14 for language**</title><content type='html'>so... i've been reading blogs and talking with friends a lot about faith lately... what saves a person, once saved always saved, can you lose salvation, and all of that... as some of you may have read on becky's blog in the comments section, she stated that i am not a christian... well i'm sure that may have caused a bit of confusion... and possibly some worry among some of you. but i assure you, worry not... a couple months ago someone in the blog circle said that because i smoke and swear, i am not a christian, that may not have been their exact words, but that was the gist of it... that got me angry... along with other people.... and that of course... sparked a &lt;a href="http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/2006/08/little-bit-of-medicine-for-sick.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;... and well... it really got me thinking... what do i believe?? so... 5 months later... i think i'm starting to get it figured out... i am not a christian... at least not by today's standards... christian has become a term, like religious... it has become nothing but a religious movement warring on itself by creating factions and denominations and movements, everything else you could think of... it's gotten to the point where christians don't know what they believe... i mean, how many of you that are regular church attendees, really know and understand your denominational doctrine? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, please, don't get me wrong, i'm not saying that people that attend church faithfully every sunday, spend 1/2 an hour in prayer and devotion every morning are not saved, i know a lot of people who fall in this category and i honestly believe their relationship with god is real. i don't think it's necessary for one to have to do all this in order to be saved.  nor do i think that it's necessary for one to do all this in order to reach his full potential as a believer.  now please note that i used the word believer, not christian... this is key... i think often christians rest upon the fact that they are christian to save them... i'm going to heaven when i die because i'm a christian, god can heal me from this because i'm a christian, or even god hears my prayers because i'm a christian. i hate this. it pisses me off to no end... it escalates drastically from there too, i shouldn't drink because i'm a christian, i shouldn't smoke or swear or listen to non christian music because i'm a christian.  now, if you look at all of that, there are two common characteristics throughout, number one the whole christian part, people are trying to live up to an impossible standard.  nobody, nobody, nobody is a perfect christian, look at what's his face in the states who was the leader of the evangelical thing or whatever... i've honestly forgotten because i could honestly care less about the bs of it all... but anyways... look at him... he rose to be an incredibly prominent leader of the christian church... at least of his denomination... and then it turns out he likes fooling around with guys, and drugs... the church is rocked... apalled... they excommunicate him... not everyone, but some did... i mean... that's christian thing to do... right?? WRONG!!! no where in the bible does it say flee from sinners.  yeah, it says flee from sin, but no where does it say flee from sinners... ok, but honestly, who doesn't have a non christian friend, or family member, or both? none of us... but if a fellow christian sins... for shame... how quick people are to point fingers and whisper beneath their breath... ok... i'm drifting off my point... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people get hung up in the fact that they are a christian and that title makes them something special... but in all honesty it doesn't... it's not the title at all, but rather the giver of the title... and people lose that... because people are stupid... but i digress... the second theme found in the aformentioned sentances is "i'm" also "i am" it's all about me... i am a christians, so i shouldn't do that... i don't smoke, because i am a christian, they raise themselves up on a pedestal... it's the whole holier than thou bullshit... and pardon my french, but that's what it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so is the person who has a faith in christ, is willing to lay their life down for his beliefs, but is having a lot of difficulty overcoming a weed habit any less christian when he gets high than the guy who goes to church on sunday, says grace at the family dinner on sunday evening, and then monday morning sits around the water cooler ogling the new secretary? or what about the girl who has lived on the streets since she was 16, selling her body to the johns that will give her enough money so she can buy her little baby some formula... she goes to the salvation army on sunday mornings because she likes the way she feels when she sings about jesus, she believes that he can and has saved her, but the streets are the only thing she knows... is she any worse than the 500 guys that go to promise keepers conventions only to rent porn when they get back to the hotel room because the wife is back at home and she won't ever know?? (believe me it does happen, i've been doing security in hotels for a long time... and i know for fact that the biggest movie sellers during christian men conventions is porn)... what about the guy who is so sick of going to church just to get judged and labeled because he smokes, he swears, he has a drink from time to time... is he any less saved than the pastor that calls him a sinner, the congregation that whispers, the church "family" that stares at him when he comes in smelling of smoke? what makes christians so damned holy?? it sure as anything isn't them... but i'm kinda drifting again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is faith? the bible says in hebrews 11 that "faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see"   so... what saves us... are we saved by faith.. no... faith is a byproduct of our salvation... along with joy, works and all the other pretty things... we are saved by grace when we believe that christ died in our place.  when we make ourselves nothing, and him everything (i know it sounds cliche... sorry)... when i am willing to put the good of christ, in any form, wether it be his reputation or even another believers faith, ahead of myself, again in any form, wether it be my reputation, my relationships, my future, or even my life... when i am willing to return the favor to the extent that christ did for me... i believe that is when we are saved... and i think that most people feel like that at conversion... now, i'm willing to bet money... a lot of money, that most of us don't stay there... i know i sure didn't... am i willing to go back to that place, sure... i guess... does that make me unsaved, no, i don't think so... does that mean that i'm a once saved, always saved type o' guy?? no... i'm not... i believe that one can lose their salvation if they willingly choose to turn their back on God... which brings us to another question... what about the unforgivable sin... you know blaspheming the holy spirit... well.. i'll just really quickly touch this one... what's it mean... simple... when you deny the holy spirit access to your spirit, your soul, to you. when you refuse to listen to the convictions, so basically... choosing not to believe in Salvation thru grace from christ... ok... back to the other topic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... who am i? i am travis... and this is what i believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in God, the Father almighty,  &lt;br /&gt;creator of heaven and earth.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in Jesus Christ, God's only Son, our Lord,  &lt;br /&gt;who was conceived by the Holy Spirit,  &lt;br /&gt;born of the Virgin Mary,  &lt;br /&gt;suffered under Pontius Pilate,  &lt;br /&gt;was crucified, died, and was buried;  &lt;br /&gt;he descended to the dead.  &lt;br /&gt;On the third day he rose again;  &lt;br /&gt;he ascended into heaven,  &lt;br /&gt;he is seated at the right hand of the Father,  &lt;br /&gt;and he will come again to judge the living and the dead.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in the Holy Spirit,  &lt;br /&gt;the holy catholic church,  &lt;br /&gt;the communion of saints,  &lt;br /&gt;the forgiveness of sins,  &lt;br /&gt;the resurrection of the body,  &lt;br /&gt;and the life everlasting. AMEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's pretty straight forward... not a lot to explain... the way it should be... simple... so simple a child could understand... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so where will i go when i die? to heaven, how do i know? because i believe.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know this has been an incredibly long post, and i do thank you if you've read all of it... feel free to comment, feel free to disagree if you do... just don't judge me.  if you disagree with you, that's your right... you're entitled to that... i hope i got you thinking...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744356-4952034674434602172?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/4952034674434602172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=4952034674434602172' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/4952034674434602172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/4952034674434602172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/2006/12/who-am-i-pg-14-for-language.html' title='who am i?         **pg-14 for language**'/><author><name>Trav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01109496231851151884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/Sw-GFbNMwaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DyBNFxO7MJ0/S220/cowboy+trav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-4068863653647233457</id><published>2006-12-04T12:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T15:52:16.174-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><title type='text'>father knows best</title><content type='html'>Daddy told me not to ride my bike across that rocky creek&lt;br /&gt;You know it's swift in places and son it's pretty deep&lt;br /&gt;But hardheaded full of pride I went on anyway&lt;br /&gt;And if daddy hadn't been watchin' me I wouldn't be here today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father knows best, father knows best&lt;br /&gt;If he hadn't been lookin' out for me I'd be in such a mess&lt;br /&gt;I swore from then on I would do just what he said&lt;br /&gt;'Cause father knows best, father knows best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember back in high school about sixteen years old&lt;br /&gt;My friend said let's go drinkin', but daddy told me not to go&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm so glad that I stayed home 'cause it turned out he was right&lt;br /&gt;When the papers came the next mornin' it was there in black and white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father knows best, father knows best&lt;br /&gt;If he hadn't been lookin' out for me I'd be in such a mess&lt;br /&gt;I swore from then on I would do just what he said&lt;br /&gt;'Cause father knows best, father knows best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today a man knocked on my door and said your daddy died&lt;br /&gt;I tried holdin' back the tears but I just stood there and cried&lt;br /&gt;Lord, you know I loved him, why did he have to go away&lt;br /&gt;Then lookin' up to Heaven I heard somebody say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father knows best, father knows best&lt;br /&gt;I'm always lookin' out for you so your heart can be at rest&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you through the bad times, just remember what I said&lt;br /&gt;Father knows best, father knows best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Father knows best son, your Father knows best...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many of you may be familiar with this song, and that's cool.... i've always liked it... it's one of those songs that just means a lot... you can tell that when someone is singing along that they feel the lyrics... so... i chose today to use it as a blog post because it fits...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is my dads birthday... he's officially over the hill... he's been sitting on the very top of the hill for a year... and now he's past that... but anyways... yeah... this post is for him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad, i know we haven't always seen eye to eye, and there's been times where things have been tense between us, but you've never given up on me, always been there for me... and i thank you for it... i'm the man i am because of you, and there aren't enough birthay presents i could give you to thank you for it... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, happy birthay, i hope you have a great day, and i love you dad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744356-4068863653647233457?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/4068863653647233457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=4068863653647233457' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/4068863653647233457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/4068863653647233457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/2006/12/father-knows-best.html' title='father knows best'/><author><name>Trav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01109496231851151884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/Sw-GFbNMwaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DyBNFxO7MJ0/S220/cowboy+trav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-1575471067582341756</id><published>2006-11-30T03:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T03:26:15.826-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i want'/><title type='text'>my christmas wish</title><content type='html'>ok... since everyone else is doing these christmas-ish posts, i figure i will too... &lt;br /&gt;so... what i want for christmas... even more than world peace... is this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2340/823/1600/183619/thundercats%20dvd%20set.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2340/823/400/496959/thundercats%20dvd%20set.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean... dang... it's thundercats... it's awesome... i remember years ago... always playing with my thundercat action figures... and then dressing up as lionel for halloween one year... that was wicked cool... so yeah... that's my christmas wish...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744356-1575471067582341756?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/1575471067582341756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=1575471067582341756' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/1575471067582341756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/1575471067582341756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-christmas-wish.html' title='my christmas wish'/><author><name>Trav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01109496231851151884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/Sw-GFbNMwaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DyBNFxO7MJ0/S220/cowboy+trav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-2130662346054550821</id><published>2006-11-23T11:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T11:08:44.848-06:00</updated><title type='text'>my mythological counterpart and some other stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Pegasus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatmythologicalcreatureareyouquiz/pegasus.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a perfectionist, with an eye for beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how to live a good life - and you rarely deviate from your good taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you aren't outgoing, you have excellent social skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People both admire you -  and feel very comfortable around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatmythologicalcreatureareyouquiz/"&gt;What Mythological Creature Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Candy Heart Says "Get Real"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourcandyheartsayquiz/get-real.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a bit of a cynic when it comes to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't lose your head, and hardly anyone penetrates your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal Valentine's Day date: is all about the person you're seeing (with no mentions of v-day!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your flirting style: honest and even slightly sarcastic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What turns you off: romantic expectations and "greeting card" holidays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you're hot: you don't just play hard to get - you are hard to get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourcandyheartsayquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Candy Heart Say?&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/6744356-2130662346054550821?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/2130662346054550821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=2130662346054550821' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/2130662346054550821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/2130662346054550821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-mythological-counterpart.html' title='my mythological counterpart and some other stuff'/><author><name>Trav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01109496231851151884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/Sw-GFbNMwaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DyBNFxO7MJ0/S220/cowboy+trav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-2191653834110620835</id><published>2006-11-21T22:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T23:19:56.112-06:00</updated><title type='text'>acute torta-what-is???</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Torticollis, spasmodic: Spasmodic torticollis, or torticollis, is the most common of the focal dystonias. In torticollis, the muscles in the neck that control the position of the head are affected, causing the head to twist and turn to one side. In addition, the head may be pulled forward or backward. Called wry neck.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah... this was my weekend... ask my mom, ask amanda, ask them both... it was bad... all day friday and most of saturday my chin was literally stuck to my right shoulder.... if i tried to move it even a little bit it would spasm and hurt to the point where i was in so much pain i was almost vomitting.  it was brutal... the kind of pain you don't wish on your enemies... the kind of pain that i'm sure compares with, if not makes child birth look like childs play (and yes i know, i'm saying this as one without ovaries)... so all day friday i did nothing, but hurt, took a lot of medication and tried to get so drugged up i couldn't feel the pain... it didn't work.... i did manage to sleep tho... thank you extra strength robaxacet.... i slept from 1900 - 0130, woke up in immense pain, took some more meds, and stayed up for the rest of the night... then at about 0830, we phoned mom to see if she could take me into the emergencey room... since i was in pain, could not move my head, and therefore could not drive... and an ambulance ride would have cost a fortune... so, after enuring a painful ride, which i am grateful for, to the university hospiatal emergency room where, after spending 3 hours, i was sent to a chiropractor... now all my life, i have always thought that chiropractors were a bunch of bunk... but, my goodness, she adjusted my neck... and wow!!! i felt the pops in my neck and then felt my ears pop... it was intense!!! i went home and mom and amanda went and did some shopping... by the time that amanda got home, about an hour or so later, i was feeling a lot better... i had mobility in my neck, limited, but i could move it... well... within 1.5 hours i had about 95% mobility... which made me excited... i called my buddy colin up and we decided that we were going to go and watch the fight.... now, i'm not going to get into the whole big description of the fight seeing as how ang already touched on the subject... well long story short, i felt great the whole time through... in fact, after the fight, i went and joined a couple friends who were waiting in line for the nintendo wii outside of future shop... i stayed late... about 0330... now yes, it was at this point i realized i had not slept in 26 hours... i decided it was time to go home and sleep... til 0800... when we woke up went over to said friends place, ate breakfast with them, and played the newest addition to the nintendo family... it's a lot of fun... i'm waiting to try more games, but i think i might try and sell my xbox with all my games and possibly buy a wii... we'll see... but possibly... so yeah... then we left drew and carla's, i dropped amanda off at home, went back to the chiropractors for my second adjustment, and she was amazed and surprised at how well i've already recooped... that was cool... so she did the adjustment, and i was on my way out to martensville for supper... we played some cards with mom and dad, jen and kelly, and shawn and karen... it was good times... well... after that, we came home and went straight to bed... it was due time... and yeah... that was my weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just noticed... my writing structure is crap... i use the "...'s" way too much and don't form proper paragraphs... how do you guys read my posts? oh well... i'm not gonna change it... just thought i would point it out... anyways... yeah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744356-2191653834110620835?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/2191653834110620835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=2191653834110620835' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heros'/><title type='text'>another video</title><content type='html'>i know that some of you will be thinking, oh no, another music video, but this is different.. this is johnny cash...and well johnny cash is only the best thing that's ever happened to music ever.  by far the best story teller ever.  so yeah... watch the video, appreciate it, comment on what you think.  this video is a bit different, seeing as johnny cash had been dead for years before the song was even released, let alone the video filmed... so... yeah... there's a lot of cameo's in this one... i think overall i like it... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, could one of you bc people show doft for me... or let him know about it so he can check it out, seeing as he's just as big a johnny cash fan as i am, thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1e0EQlQXoEo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1e0EQlQXoEo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744356-4910009355029831781?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/4910009355029831781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=4910009355029831781' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/4910009355029831781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/4910009355029831781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/2006/11/another-video.html' title='another video'/><author><name>Trav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01109496231851151884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/Sw-GFbNMwaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DyBNFxO7MJ0/S220/cowboy+trav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-7483350475854793841</id><published>2006-11-11T09:17:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:31:24.258-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='right and wrong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>right and wrong</title><content type='html'>ok... first off... don't forget to check the post below... i think it's important... so at least read it, if you disagree, feel free to comment, if you agree, feel free to comment, if you're indifferent to the subject matter in the post below... form an opinion and make your mind... normally i'm not the type to say someone is wrong... but the only way you're wrong on the subject matter below is if you don't have an opinion... so have one....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... i figured i would try out this youtube thing... and since i don't have any video of me or my family, or anything cool like that... i figured why not start with some dang good music.... this is from the katrina relief thingy that was done... it's U2 and Greenday... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/seGhTWE98DU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/seGhTWE98DU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know... a lot of you are thinking Greenday?? but really... it's not all punkish... its not... and for those of you who don't like U2... shame on you... you're wrong... oh yeah... that's one of the other things i will tell someone their wrong about... is music... for those of you who don't know (but i think most of you do) i listen to a lot of music... i play a lot of music... i pretty much live music... so... if you don't like what i like (which is a lot) you're wrong... also... if you like shania twain you're wrong.... totally wrong... i don't think you can get much wronger... unless you like shania twain and drink pepsi instead of coke... anyways... yeah... my rant is over... now... keep reading the post below, form an opinion, and comment&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744356-7483350475854793841?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/7483350475854793841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=7483350475854793841' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/7483350475854793841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/7483350475854793841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/2006/11/right-and-wrong_11.html' title='right and wrong'/><author><name>Trav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01109496231851151884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/Sw-GFbNMwaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DyBNFxO7MJ0/S220/cowboy+trav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-6386441873655882024</id><published>2006-11-10T12:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T18:47:11.788-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lest we forget...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2340/823/1600/81.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2340/823/200/81.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Flanders Fields the poppies blow&lt;br /&gt;Between the crosses, row on row,&lt;br /&gt;That mark our place; and in the sky&lt;br /&gt;The larks, still bravely singing, fly,&lt;br /&gt;Scarce heard amid the guns below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the dead. Short days ago&lt;br /&gt;We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,&lt;br /&gt;Loved and were loved, and now we lie&lt;br /&gt;In Flanders Fields.&lt;br /&gt;Take up our quarrel with the foe;&lt;br /&gt;To you, from failing hands we throw&lt;br /&gt;The torch; be yours to hold it high.&lt;br /&gt;If ye break faith with us who die&lt;br /&gt;We shall not sleep, tho poppies grow&lt;br /&gt;In Flanders Fields&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lt. John Mcrae, MD&lt;br /&gt;Canadian Armed Forces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a drive today... very intentional on where i went. here's a picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2340/823/1600/DSC01399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2340/823/200/DSC01399.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm early on the whole rememberance day (by one day) but i think that's ok... i figure most of you will see this today, and that's good... maybe it will make you think a little more tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2340/823/1600/wwi15.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2340/823/200/wwi15.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these guys laid it all on the line, everything, their hopes, their dreams, their love, their families, and even at times, their lives, so that we can live in freedom... so we can worship freely, gather with our families freely, travel, work and enjoy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2340/823/1600/5a-bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2340/823/200/5a-bw.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they died so that this wouldn't happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2340/823/1600/Chile%20Girl%20Praying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2340/823/200/Chile%20Girl%20Praying.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they gave up their lives so that she could save hers&lt;br /&gt;they believed in freedom so much that they were willing to give it all&lt;br /&gt;i think that's pretty darn cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2340/823/1600/DSC01403.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2340/823/200/DSC01403.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when you're sitting at home tomorrow watching tv or drinking your coffee, and the clock strikes eleven, try to physically take a moment in silence, thank God for the troops that have served, and say a prayer for safety for the troops out there right now. if you're bold enough, pray for our leadership, that they would be granted discernment on how to handle our military, and that they would do it wisely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless our Troops, our Government, and our Country&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2340/823/1600/DSC01401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2340/823/200/DSC01401.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/6744356-6386441873655882024?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/6386441873655882024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=6386441873655882024' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/6386441873655882024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/6386441873655882024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/2006/11/lest-we-forget.html' title='Lest we forget...'/><author><name>Trav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01109496231851151884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/Sw-GFbNMwaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DyBNFxO7MJ0/S220/cowboy+trav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-6474433862411355940</id><published>2006-11-08T16:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T16:56:09.750-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guitars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid good looking'/><title type='text'>simple mistake, or absent minded stupidity, you decide.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok... so today i changed the strings on my guitar... not a big deal... well other than i love new strings on a guitar... nothing like it... best sound in the world... ahhh brand new guitar with d'addario acoustic lights glimmering as the light bounces off the shiny bronze and nickel as they vibrate producing a perfectly tuned chord. the sound resonating thru the rest of the room, sound waves bouncing off walls and back to me, still perfectly tuned... ahh man... best sound in the world... anyways... on to the purpose of this post&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="295" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2340/823/400/6strings.gif" width="287" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;these are the strings i normally use... they're great... love them... absolutely love them... i've never had a problem with them... i think i've probably purchased at least 75 sets in the past 8 years... i know it doesn't seem like much but that averages out to almost 10 sets a year, which is just shy of a set a month... which is almost perfect. so anyways... i go to change my strings today... open up the packaging and this is what i find&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="288" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2340/823/400/12strings.gif" width="305" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok... i know... looks really close to the same... and they are, except for one small difference... the ones that i had this time are actually for a 12 string.  yeah.. if you look on the packaging in the top corner... it says 12-string.  so... i goofed... kinda... but not really... i mean, they work, and will continue to work, just fine... only thing is, i've got 6 extra strings... now, just for those of you who don't understand the difference between a 12 string and a 6 string...  a 6 string has 6 strings (duh) tuned EBGDAE... and a 12 string has 12 strings (again... duh) tuned EEBBGGDDAAEE... i know... seems pretty normal... so why can't i use the extra 6 strings?? well... thing is.. the extra strings are tuned to an octave higher... so... it won't work... however... i might just try to see how it sounds on a different guitar (i have 4)... just for fun... you know... something different...  anyways... yeah... you decide simple mistake, or absent minded stupidity&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/6744356-6474433862411355940?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/6474433862411355940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=6474433862411355940' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/6474433862411355940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/6474433862411355940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/2006/11/simple-mistake-or-absent-minded.html' title='simple mistake, or absent minded stupidity, you decide.'/><author><name>Angry Trav</name><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-6744356.post-1689112257088691222</id><published>2006-11-01T16:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T16:30:47.729-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tattoo'/><title type='text'>after making you wait forever</title><content type='html'>i didn't want to put a picture of my tattoo until it was completely healed... and then i was trying to take a picture of it and it's bloody hard to take "the perfect" picture of your own shoulder... especially if you have to use your off hand to hold the camera... seriously!! but.... i finally got it... so... here it is... for those of you that haven't seen it yet, and those of you that have and just can't get enough of it... here is the most wicked cool tattoo in history&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2340/823/1600/DSC01355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2340/823/400/DSC01355.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you can't see it in great detail, click on the picture, it should open in a new window and it should be bigger&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744356-1689112257088691222?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/1689112257088691222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=1689112257088691222' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/1689112257088691222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/1689112257088691222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/2006/11/after-making-you-wait-forever.html' title='after making you wait forever'/><author><name>Trav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01109496231851151884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/Sw-GFbNMwaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DyBNFxO7MJ0/S220/cowboy+trav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-7307687319075777353</id><published>2006-10-27T01:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T01:20:51.080-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mounties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='past present and future'/><title type='text'>my end of the deal</title><content type='html'>so... i promised cindi that i would make a new post, with at least some meaning... so here it is... &lt;br /&gt;as some of you might now, i'm currently unemployed... i lost my job because i decided to stand up for myself and not be bullied around by my retarded boss who was trying to break labour standards on me and a number of other employees. so now i'm in the middle of trying to take him to labor board for a number of other reasons too and get him in a heap of trouble...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also... i'm looking for work... i've gotten to the point where i don't think i can even stand to be fussy anymore... well... fussy enough that i won't work at a fast food joint... but that's about it... &lt;br /&gt;i'm actually seriously considering a labour type job because it will help me get in shape... wish i desperately need to do in order for the other part of this post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's the other part of the post... i've decided that i will do whatever i have to do in order to become a member of the R.C.M.P.  i've been checking things out and it's definately where i want to go with my life.  Amanda is totally 100% behind me on it... which is cool... so hopefully in a little over a year, i will be graduated from the depot and everyone will have to call me constable trav... and if they don't... well... i guess they won't then... anyways.... yeah... i've taken stock of the way my life has been going and i'm so incredibly tired of working menial dead end jobs that are destined for nothing... i guess it's a little bit of grandpa's wisdom coming thru... and by this i mean, " better to aim for the stars and miss, than to aim for a pile of shit and hit it"... i'm getting sick of aiming for shit... even moreso, i'm getting really sick of landing in shit... so yeah... i've found a career i believe i can excel at, one that will pay me incredibly well... within three years i'll be making upwards of $70K a year.  and that's pretty much a base wage... if i happen to get a promotion, or even better, get on the ERT (emergency response team, canada's version of a SWAT [special weapons and tactics} team). so anyways... i went to an information session put on by the recruiting division of the RCMP and found it pretty awesome, it affirmed a lot of what i already knew, and answered a lot of questions that i had... so yeah... i've got my application, i'm filling it out right aways... getting all the required documents together, and then sending that baby in... there's a RPAT (RCMP police apptitude test) being offered on Nov 25 that i'm hoping to take.  also, amanda and myself are going to start working out on saturday... which will be hard and brutal, but awesome for both of us... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there you have it... that's my big post... i hope you're all satisfied&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744356-7307687319075777353?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/7307687319075777353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=7307687319075777353' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/7307687319075777353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/7307687319075777353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-end-of-deal.html' title='my end of the deal'/><author><name>Trav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01109496231851151884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/Sw-GFbNMwaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DyBNFxO7MJ0/S220/cowboy+trav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-6368338777872685943</id><published>2006-10-27T00:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T01:00:17.741-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ancient history'/><title type='text'>two posts on one day... kinda... well... not really...</title><content type='html'>so... i was just kinda going thru my old posts and found this one i posted two years ago... to the day... except now it will show up as a day later because it's late at night... anyways... here it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so i was surfing the web today, and found a list of some really really horrible pick up lines, here's a list of them &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you were a booger I'd pick you first. &lt;br /&gt;2. Baby did you fart, 'cause you blow me away! &lt;br /&gt;3. Are you going to kiss me or do I have to lie to my diary? &lt;br /&gt;4. Be unique and different, say yes. &lt;br /&gt;5. Before you run, I am not a freak. &lt;br /&gt;6. Can I flirt with you? &lt;br /&gt;7. Does my breath smell okay? &lt;br /&gt;8. Don't you know me from somewhere? &lt;br /&gt;9. Grab them in the butt and ask, "Pardon me, is this seat taken?" (does NOT work) &lt;br /&gt;10. He: You look like my third wife. She: Oh, how many time have you been married? He: Twice. &lt;br /&gt;11. Here's your chance to get to know me. &lt;br /&gt;12. HEY!!!! Wanna go half on a baby? &lt;br /&gt;13. Hey, somebody farted. Let's get out of here. &lt;br /&gt;14. Hi, are you here to meet a nice man or will I do? &lt;br /&gt;15. I envy your lipstick. &lt;br /&gt;16. I have only three months to live. &lt;br /&gt;17. I'd marry your cat to get in the family. &lt;br /&gt;18. If beauty were milk, then you would be a cow. &lt;br /&gt;19. Man: excuse me did you just feel my ass? Girl: no you: would you like to? &lt;br /&gt;20. Oh my goodness, I thought I was gay... then I met you. &lt;br /&gt;21. Pull my finger. &lt;br /&gt;22. So, you're a girl huh? &lt;br /&gt;23. Want to see my stamp collection? &lt;br /&gt;24. You know the more I drink, the prettier you get! &lt;br /&gt;25. You look just like my mother. &lt;br /&gt;26. You MUST have a nice personality. &lt;br /&gt;27. Your dad must have been retarded, 'cuz you are special. &lt;br /&gt;28. You're ugly but you intrigue me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744356-6368338777872685943?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/6368338777872685943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=6368338777872685943' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/6368338777872685943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/6368338777872685943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/2006/10/two-posts-on-one-day-kinda-well-not.html' title='two posts on one day... kinda... well... not really...'/><author><name>Trav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01109496231851151884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/Sw-GFbNMwaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DyBNFxO7MJ0/S220/cowboy+trav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-1599413756619330297</id><published>2006-10-20T06:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T06:08:57.071-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleepy trav says'/><title type='text'>Another Change</title><content type='html'>this is what happens when i don't sleep.... now i have alter egos... hehehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744356-1599413756619330297?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/1599413756619330297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=1599413756619330297' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/1599413756619330297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/1599413756619330297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/2006/10/another-change.html' title='Another Change'/><author><name>Sleepy Trav</name><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-6744356.post-4160915426185759616</id><published>2006-10-18T22:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T12:01:33.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'>personality??? who needs personality with a body like this!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.pulseware.com.au/site_pi.asp?p=wpa-16047' style='text-decoration:none; font-weight:bold; color:black; font-size:12px; cursor:default;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Personality&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table width=100% border=0 cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style='width:155px; height:15px;'&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style='width:145px; padding-right:5px; text-align:right; border-right:1px solid rgb(150,0,0);'&gt;&lt;div style='white-space:nowrap; overflow:hidden; font-size:12px;'&gt;Neuroticism&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style='padding:0px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.pulseware.com.au/site_pi.asp?p=wpa-13837&amp;a=personality-tests&amp;x=183961x24D9b3#s1' target='_blank' style='text-decoration:none; font-weight:normal; color:black;'&gt;&lt;div style="cursor:hand; float:left; height:18px; text-align:right; background-color:rgb(255,0,0); border-bottom:1px solid rgb(150,0,0); border-right:1px solid rgb(150,0,0); border-top:1px solid rgb(255,100,100); width:47%; filter:progid:DXImageTransform.Microsoft.Gradient(GradientType=0, StartColor=16777215, EndColor=2130706432);"&gt;&lt;div style='float:right; color:white; padding-right:2px; margin-top:2px; font-size:10px;'&gt;47&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style='width:145px; padding-right:5px; text-align:right; border-right:1px solid rgb(0,0,150);'&gt;&lt;div style='white-space:nowrap; overflow:hidden; font-size:12px;'&gt;Extraversion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style='padding:0px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.pulseware.com.au/site_pi.asp?p=wpa-13837&amp;a=personality-tests&amp;x=183961x24D9b3#s2' target='_blank' style='text-decoration:none; font-weight:normal; color:black;'&gt;&lt;div style="cursor:hand; float:left; height:18px; text-align:right; background-color:rgb(0,0,255); border-bottom:1px solid rgb(0,0,150); border-right:1px solid rgb(0,0,150); border-top:1px solid rgb(100,100,255); width:57%; filter:progid:DXImageTransform.Microsoft.Gradient(GradientType=0, StartColor=16777215, EndColor=2130706432);"&gt;&lt;div style='float:right; color:white; padding-right:2px; margin-top:2px; font-size:10px;'&gt;57&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style='width:145px; padding-right:5px; text-align:right; border-right:1px solid rgb(0,90,0);'&gt;&lt;div style='white-space:nowrap; overflow:hidden; font-size:12px;'&gt;Openness To Experience&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style='padding:0px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.pulseware.com.au/site_pi.asp?p=wpa-13837&amp;a=personality-tests&amp;x=183961x24D9b3#s3' target='_blank' style='text-decoration:none; font-weight:normal; color:black;'&gt;&lt;div style="cursor:hand; float:left; height:18px; text-align:right; background-color:rgb(0,128,0); border-bottom:1px solid rgb(0,90,0); border-right:1px solid rgb(0,90,0); border-top:1px solid rgb(85,159,85); width:21%; filter:progid:DXImageTransform.Microsoft.Gradient(GradientType=0, StartColor=16777215, EndColor=2130706432);"&gt;&lt;div style='float:right; color:white; padding-right:2px; margin-top:2px; font-size:10px;'&gt;21&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style='width:145px; padding-right:5px; text-align:right; border-right:1px solid rgb(144,115,0);'&gt;&lt;div style='white-space:nowrap; overflow:hidden; font-size:12px;'&gt;Agreeableness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style='padding:0px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.pulseware.com.au/site_pi.asp?p=wpa-13837&amp;a=personality-tests&amp;x=183961x24D9b3#s4' target='_blank' style='text-decoration:none; font-weight:normal; color:black;'&gt;&lt;div style="cursor:hand; float:left; height:18px; text-align:right; background-color:rgb(251,212,0); border-bottom:1px solid rgb(144,115,0); border-right:1px solid rgb(144,115,0); border-top:1px solid rgb(255,241,170); width:1%; filter:progid:DXImageTransform.Microsoft.Gradient(GradientType=0, StartColor=16777215, EndColor=2130706432);"&gt;&lt;div style='float:right; color:white; padding-right:2px; margin-top:2px; font-size:10px;'&gt;1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style='width:145px; padding-right:5px; text-align:right; border-right:1px solid rgb(80,0,80);'&gt;&lt;div style='white-space:nowrap; overflow:hidden; font-size:12px;'&gt;Conscientiousness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style='padding:0px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.pulseware.com.au/site_pi.asp?p=wpa-13837&amp;a=personality-tests&amp;x=183961x24D9b3#s5' target='_blank' style='text-decoration:none; font-weight:normal; color:black;'&gt;&lt;div style="cursor:hand; float:left; height:18px; text-align:right; background-color:rgb(128,0,128); border-bottom:1px solid rgb(80,0,80); border-right:1px solid rgb(80,0,80); border-top:1px solid rgb(149,99,151); width:61%; filter:progid:DXImageTransform.Microsoft.Gradient(GradientType=0, StartColor=16777215, EndColor=2130706432);"&gt;&lt;div style='float:right; color:white; padding-right:2px; margin-top:2px; font-size:10px;'&gt;61&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table width=100% border=0 cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style='width:300px; height:15px;'&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style='width:300px; height:15px;'&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=center&gt;&lt;nobr&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.pulseware.com.au/site_pi.asp?p=wpa-13659&amp;sh=y&amp;ms=y' target='_blank' style='margin-left:5px; margin-right:5px;'&gt;Test Yourself&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/nobr&gt; &lt;nobr&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.pulseware.com.au/site_pi.asp?p=wpa-13659&amp;sh=y&amp;ms=y&amp;ur=183961x24D9b3' target='_blank' style='margin-left:5px; margin-right:5px;'&gt;Compare Yourself&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/nobr&gt; &lt;nobr&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.pulseware.com.au/site_pi.asp?p=wpa-13837&amp;a=personality-tests&amp;x=183961x24D9b3' target='_blank' style='margin-left:5px; margin-right:5px;'&gt;View Full Report&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.pulseware.com.au/site_pi.asp?p=wpa-117150' target='_blank'&gt;Find your soulmate / pysch twin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.pulseware.com.au/site_pi.asp?p=wpa-21613' style='text-decoration:none; font-weight:normal; font-size:9px;'&gt;MySpace Layouts&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href='http://www.new-mortgage-results.com' style='text-decoration:none; font-weight:normal; font-size:9px;'&gt;Mortgage Refinance Information&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href='http://www.myplaza.com.au' style='text-decoration:none; font-weight:normal; font-size:9px;'&gt;Uggs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style='text-decoration:none; font-weight:normal; font-size:9px;'&gt; by Pulseware &lt;a href='http://www.myplaza.com.au/survey_software.html' style='text-decoration:none; font-weight:normal; font-size:9px;'&gt;Survey Software&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744356-4160915426185759616?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/4160915426185759616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=4160915426185759616' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/4160915426185759616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/4160915426185759616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/2006/10/new-personality-quiz-thingy.html' title='personality??? who needs personality with a body like this!!'/><author><name>Trav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01109496231851151884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/Sw-GFbNMwaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DyBNFxO7MJ0/S220/cowboy+trav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-1126373654023600239</id><published>2006-10-12T23:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T03:00:14.538-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='changes'/><title type='text'>i will follow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so, i've joined the beta blog thing now too... it's a little different, and it may take me a while to figure it out... i'm going to put some links up... but not all of them... so, if yours isn't there, don't get pissed off, i don't hate you or anything... you can get to any blog you want from becky's blog... which will be put up there... so.... yeah... here's the new blog... enjoy it.... oh yeah... there is another post below so read that too.... ok... that is all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744356-1126373654023600239?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/1126373654023600239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=1126373654023600239' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/1126373654023600239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/1126373654023600239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-will-follow.html' title='i will follow'/><author><name>Trav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01109496231851151884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/Sw-GFbNMwaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DyBNFxO7MJ0/S220/cowboy+trav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-116071796828718627</id><published>2006-10-12T23:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T23:46:32.413-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm a monster</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eee9e9" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Monster Profile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/monsternamegenerator/monster4.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Creepy Dictator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Feast On: Power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Lurk Around In: The Minds of Your Enemies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Especially Like to Torment: Small Children and Animals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/monsternamegenerator/"&gt;What's" Your Monster Name?&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/6744356-116071796828718627?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/116071796828718627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=116071796828718627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/116071796828718627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/116071796828718627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-monster.html' title='i&apos;m a monster'/><author><name>Trav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01109496231851151884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/Sw-GFbNMwaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DyBNFxO7MJ0/S220/cowboy+trav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-116060654254078937</id><published>2006-10-11T16:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T23:46:32.344-06:00</updated><title type='text'>one of us</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;it's true folks... she's caved, she's made a blog for chloe and now she has one for herself.... here it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;   &lt;a href="http://mrsfrenchie.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;http://mrsfrenchie.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;that is all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744356-116060654254078937?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/116060654254078937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=116060654254078937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/116060654254078937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/116060654254078937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/2006/10/one-of-us.html' title='one of us'/><author><name>Trav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01109496231851151884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/Sw-GFbNMwaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DyBNFxO7MJ0/S220/cowboy+trav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-116025329084486348</id><published>2006-10-07T14:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T23:46:32.219-06:00</updated><title type='text'>kids say the darndest things</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 345px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="80" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8150/358/320/image002.1.jpg" width="110" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8150/358/1600/joke2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8150/358/320/joke2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8150/358/1600/joke1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8150/358/320/joke1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744356-116025329084486348?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/116025329084486348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=116025329084486348' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/116025329084486348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/116025329084486348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/2006/10/kids-say-darndest-things.html' title='kids say the darndest things'/><author><name>Trav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01109496231851151884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/Sw-GFbNMwaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DyBNFxO7MJ0/S220/cowboy+trav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-116009105808581705</id><published>2006-10-05T17:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T23:46:32.155-06:00</updated><title type='text'>you will laugh your ass off... he did...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;ok ang... even you have to get this one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8150/358/1600/easter_bunnies112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8150/358/400/easter_bunnies112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744356-116009105808581705?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/116009105808581705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=116009105808581705' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/116009105808581705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/116009105808581705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/2006/10/you-will-laugh-your-ass-off-he-did.html' title='you will laugh your ass off... he did...'/><author><name>Trav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01109496231851151884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/Sw-GFbNMwaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DyBNFxO7MJ0/S220/cowboy+trav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-115929226479841875</id><published>2006-09-26T11:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T23:46:32.090-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Amanda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8150/358/1600/DSC00693.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8150/358/320/DSC00693.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;She's Everything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Brad Paisley &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;She's a yellow pair of running shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;A holey pair of jeans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;She looks great in cheap sunglasses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;She looks great in anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;She's I want a piece of chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Take me to a movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;She's I can't find a thing to wear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Now and then she's moody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;She's a Saturn with a sunroof&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;With her brown hair a-blowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;She's a soft place to land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;And a good feeling knowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;She's a warm conversation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;That I wouldn't miss for nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;She's a fighter when she's mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;And she's a lover when she's loving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;And she's everything I ever wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;And everything I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;I talk about her, I go on and on and on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;'Cause she's everything to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;She's a Saturday out on the town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;And a church girl on Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;She's a cross around her neck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;And a cuss word 'cause its Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;She's a bubble bath and candles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Baby come and kiss me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;She's a one glass of wine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;And she's feeling kinda tipsy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;She's the giver I wish I could be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;And the stealer of the covers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;She's a picture in my wallet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Of my unborn children's mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;She's the hand that I'm holding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;When I'm on my knees and praying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;She's the answer to my prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;And she's the song that I'm playing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;And she's everything I ever wanted&lt;br /&gt;And everything I need&lt;br /&gt;I talk about her, I go on and on and on&lt;br /&gt;'Cause she's everything to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;She's the voice I love to hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Someday when I'm ninety&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;She's that wooden rocking chair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;I want rocking right beside me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Everyday that passes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;I only love her more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Yeah, she's the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;That I'd lay down my own life for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;And she's everything I ever wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;And everything I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;She's everything to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Yeah she's everything to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Everything I ever wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;And everything I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;She's everything to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;I LOVE YOU AMANDA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744356-115929226479841875?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/115929226479841875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=115929226479841875' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/115929226479841875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/115929226479841875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy-birthday-amanda.html' title='Happy Birthday Amanda'/><author><name>Trav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01109496231851151884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/Sw-GFbNMwaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DyBNFxO7MJ0/S220/cowboy+trav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-115860867607076440</id><published>2006-09-18T13:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T23:46:32.025-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ninjas are soooooo sweet!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8150/358/1600/icefishing.gif"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8150/358/400/icefishing.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;so yeah.... ninjas are sweet... this is a comic from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whiteninjacomics.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;http://www.whiteninjacomics.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;i may just be the only person in the whole entire world that finds them funny, but hey, i do... and on my blog, that's all that really matters... hey beck... when you become supreme dictator, i think that all of our bodygaurds should be ninjas, also, maybe the entire military... that would be cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;here's another site about ninjas... totally sweet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.realultimatepower.net/index4.htm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;http://www.realultimatepower.net/index4.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744356-115860867607076440?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/115860867607076440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=115860867607076440' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/115860867607076440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/115860867607076440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/2006/09/ninjas-are-soooooo-sweet.html' title='Ninjas are soooooo sweet!!!'/><author><name>Trav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01109496231851151884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/Sw-GFbNMwaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DyBNFxO7MJ0/S220/cowboy+trav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-115830499872377909</id><published>2006-09-15T01:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T23:46:31.922-06:00</updated><title type='text'>what to do, what to do</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;so, i've kind of hit a wall... i want a new job, but i'm kind of torn on what to do... i've got options, and i'm sure i would excel at which ever one i chose to do... i've decided that i'm definately all for a career in law enforcement. i enjoy it, and i'm good at... plus... every once in a while i get to throw down... hehehe... but it's time to move on i think... time to carry a gun... i'm not sure which path i should choose, so i made a poll... i hope the link works... i guess i'll try it out and if it doesn't i'll edit the post... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/eldabin/polls/3417898/my_future/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;http://quizilla.com/users/eldabin/polls/3417898/my_future/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so there's the link, take the poll, let me know what you think&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744356-115830499872377909?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/115830499872377909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=115830499872377909' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/115830499872377909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/115830499872377909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-to-do-what-to-do.html' title='what to do, what to do'/><author><name>Trav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01109496231851151884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/Sw-GFbNMwaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DyBNFxO7MJ0/S220/cowboy+trav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-115774038540700209</id><published>2006-09-08T12:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T23:46:31.858-06:00</updated><title type='text'>now take my quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;same type of deal as becky's quiz.... only i don't think anyone will get a 70% even... i'm not easy to know... but have at it...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizyourfriends.com/quizpage.php?quizname=060908142407-642689&amp;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.quizyourfriends.com/quizpage.php?quizname=060908142407-642689&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744356-115774038540700209?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/115774038540700209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=115774038540700209' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/115774038540700209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/115774038540700209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/2006/09/now-take-my-quiz.html' title='now take my quiz'/><author><name>Trav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01109496231851151884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/Sw-GFbNMwaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DyBNFxO7MJ0/S220/cowboy+trav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-115706947458861975</id><published>2006-08-31T16:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T23:46:31.795-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the big questionaire!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;104 questions. – Everything you always wanted to know about me.&lt;br /&gt;1. ONE OF YOUR SCARS, HOW DID YOU GET IT? i have a number of scars... i have a couple good ones on my knuckles from high school when we used to go into warman and get in fights... yep... punching warman pukes in the teeth leaves scars on the knuckles&lt;br /&gt;2. WHAT IS ON THE WALLS IN YOUR ROOM? - ugly, ugly, ugly wallpaper that needs to be torn down in the worst way possible... it has roses and crap on it... it's brutal&lt;br /&gt;3. WHAT DOES YOUR CELL PHONE LOOK LIKE: ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://sanyo.ca/en-CA/Communications/Wireless/downloads/scp2300blk_clsd.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Http://sanyo.ca/en-CA/Communications/Wireless/downloads/scp2300blk_clsd.jpg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. WHAT MUSIC DO YOU LIKE TO LISTEN TO? Country!!! Country, country and more country!.&lt;br /&gt;5. DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME YOU WERE BORN? yep&lt;br /&gt;6. WHAT DO YOU WANT MORE THAN ANYTHING RIGHT NOW? 42 million dollars&lt;br /&gt;7. WHAT DO YOU MISS AT TIMES? Loon Lake&lt;br /&gt;8. WHAT IS YOUR MOST PRIZED POSSESSION? my variax acoustic&lt;br /&gt;9 .WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SMELL? this is going to be really weird... but i absolutely love the smell of chewing tobacco, i can't stand to chew, but i love the smell of it&lt;br /&gt;10. DO YOU GET CLAUSTROPHOBIC? ? i'm fine in small places, but i'm kinda like ang... i can't stand being around a lot of people... i hate it...&lt;br /&gt;11. IF YOU DIED TOMORROW? i'd come back and haunt you all... hehehe&lt;br /&gt;12. THE LAST PERSON WHO YOU MADE YOU CRY? i made some lady cry when i was giving her shit for shoplifting... i love my job... i get paid to be an asshole&lt;br /&gt;13. WHATIS YOUR FAVORITE COLOGNE / PERFUME? i use the adidas dynamic pulse stuff...&lt;br /&gt;14. WHAT KIND OF HAIR DO YOU LIKE ON THE OPPOSITE SEX? real hair... longer i guess is preferable&lt;br /&gt;15. WHERE CAN YOU SEE YOURSELF BEING PROPOSED TO AT? seeing as how i'm kind of a guy, this doesn't really apply to me, since i did the proposing... so yeah...&lt;br /&gt;16: DO YOU LIKE PORN? YES, I TRY TO STICK TO MIDGET PRON THOUGH. REALLY TURNS MY CRANK IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN. - i'm with ang on this one... all about the midget porn&lt;br /&gt;17. WHO IS THE LAST PERSON YOU MADE MAD? the little pukes i kicked out of the mall yesterday... hehehe... they were pissed and i didn't care... hehehe&lt;br /&gt;20. DO YOU SPEAK A DIFFERENT LANGUAGE? i know swear words in english, chinese, low german, and spanish... does that count?&lt;br /&gt;21. WHAT WAS THE FIRST GIFT SOMEONE EVER GAVE YOU? like i remember that... i mean... c'mon!!!&lt;br /&gt;28. WOULD YOU FALL IN LOVE KNOWING THAT THE PERSON IS LEAVING? doubtful&lt;br /&gt;29. WHAT IS THE BEST WAY TO TELL SOMEONE HOW MUCH THEY MEAN TO YOU? use your words, stupid&lt;br /&gt;30. SAY A NUMBER FROM ONE TO A HUNDRED: we'll go with 12&lt;br /&gt;31. BLONDES, REDHEADS OR BRUNETTES? yes&lt;br /&gt;32. WHAT IS ONE NUMBER YOU CALL OFTEN? 975-8300 it's saskatoon police service... have to call them a couple times a week... some of the local cops know me by name... it's neat... no more tickets!!!&lt;br /&gt;33. WHAT ANNOYS YOU MOST? people&lt;br /&gt;34. HAVE YOU EVER DONE A PRANK CALL? yes&lt;br /&gt;39. WHAT WERE YOU DOING BEFORE YOU FILLED THIS OUT? sitting... watching tv... doing nothing... it's my day off... yay&lt;br /&gt;40. IF YOU COULD GET PLASTIC SURGERY, WHAT WOULD IT BE? i would get a boob job... i mean... why the hell would i get plastic surgery... c'mon!!&lt;br /&gt;41. WHY DID YOU FILL OUT THIS SURVEY?because ang made me&lt;br /&gt;42. WHAT DO YOU LIKE ON YOUR PIZZA? loaded... from homers... 'cause they give me donuts too... fresh made donuts... yummm&lt;br /&gt;43. WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF ALCOHOL BECAME ILLEGAL? i would start running moonshine... just like the dukes of hazzard... yeehaw!!!&lt;br /&gt;44 WHAT DO YOU WANT FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY? anything expensive... because then if i didn't like it, i could return it and get something i really wanted... but don't worry, i wouldn't let you know... i wouldn't want to hurt your feelings&lt;br /&gt;45. WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF IT SUDDENLY STARTED RAINING BLOOD? i would dance and sing... "it's raining blood, yippee!!&lt;br /&gt;46. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? my middle name is my dad's first name... so... there's that&lt;br /&gt;47. DO YOU WISH ON STARS? no&lt;br /&gt;48. WHICH FINGER[S] IS YOUR FAVORITE? yup... the middle one&lt;br /&gt;49. WHEN DID YOU LAST CRY? there was that time back in viet nam when i had my leg blown off by the vc... i think i may have cried a little bit then.&lt;br /&gt;50. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING? i don't handwrite&lt;br /&gt;51. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT?steak&lt;br /&gt;52. ANY BAD HABITS? nope&lt;br /&gt;53. WHAT IS YOUR MOST EMBARRASSING CD ON THE SHELF? i don't have cd's on the shelf... i listen to satalite radio now, or else mp3 on the computer, or ipod&lt;br /&gt;54. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON, WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU? probably not, i'm an asshole&lt;br /&gt;55. HAVE YOU EVER TOLD A SECRET YOU SWORE NOT TO TELL? i'm actually really good at keeping secrets... why... you wanna tell me one?&lt;br /&gt;56. DO LOOKS MATTER? to a degree yeah... definately&lt;br /&gt;57. HOW DO YOU RELEASE ANGER? go to work and get in a scrap... nothing like beating people up to release some pent up rage&lt;br /&gt;58 WHAT IS YOUR SECOND HOME? my house... i spend more time at work&lt;br /&gt;59. DO YOU TRUST OTHERS EASILY? no... i don't like people&lt;br /&gt;60. WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE TOY AS A CHILD? gi joes&lt;br /&gt;61. WHAT CLASS IN SCHOOL DO YOU THINK IS TOTALLY USELESS? it depends on the teacher... i had some teachers that were useless beyond useless&lt;br /&gt;62. DO YOU HAVE A JOURNAL? i have a blog... does that count?&lt;br /&gt;63. DO YOU USE SARCASM? occasionally&lt;br /&gt;64. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN IN A MOSH PIT? yeah&lt;br /&gt;65. WHAT DO YOU LOOK FOR IN A GUY/GIRL? they have to be hot... that's all that matters... and if they can cook&lt;br /&gt;66. WHAT ARE YOUR NICKNAMES? Shrek, bin&lt;br /&gt;67. Would you bungee jump? yes&lt;br /&gt;68. Do you untie your shoelaces when you take off your shoes? no&lt;br /&gt;69. DO YOU THINK THAT YOU HAVE STRONG POINTS? yes i do&lt;br /&gt;70. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM FLAVOR? COOKIE DOUGH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;71. What is your shoe size? 12W&lt;br /&gt;72. WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE COLORS? blue&lt;br /&gt;73. HOW MANY WISDOM TEETH DO YOU HAVE? four... they all came in straight... i've got perfectly straight teeth... thank goodness&lt;br /&gt;76. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW? the tv and my wife&lt;br /&gt;77. LAST THING YOU ATE? Arby's&lt;br /&gt;79. THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE IN THE OPPOSITE SEX? honestly?? probably boobs... but i don't think there's a guy that doesn't notice them first&lt;br /&gt;80. DO YOU LOVE THE PERSON WHO POSTED THIS? in that cousin sorta way i guess...&lt;br /&gt;81. HOW ARE YOU TODAY? i'm chillaxing... finally a day off&lt;br /&gt;82. FAVORITE DRINK?coke&lt;br /&gt;83. FAVORITE ALCOHOLIC DRINK?captian morgans spiced rum and coke&lt;br /&gt;84. FAVOURITE SPORT? all about the MMA(mixed martial arts) love watching UFC(ultimate fighting championship), and KOTC(king of the cage)&lt;br /&gt;85. HAIR COLOR? brown and going grey... so now i shave it off&lt;br /&gt;86. EYE COLOR? i've got color changers... grey, green and blue&lt;br /&gt;87. DO YOU WEAR GLASSES? sunglasses.&lt;br /&gt;88. SIBLINGS? Two sisters and four brothers in law&lt;br /&gt;89. FAVORITE MONTH? april&lt;br /&gt;90. FAVORITE FOOD? zumma borstch&lt;br /&gt;91. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? Dukes of Hazzard&lt;br /&gt;92. FAVORITE DAY OF THE YEAR? feb 29&lt;br /&gt;93. ARE YOU TOO SHY TO ASK SOMEONE OUT? no, but amanda would kick my ass&lt;br /&gt;94. SUMMER OR WINTER? i like spring... not too warm, not too cold&lt;br /&gt;95. HUGS OR KISSES? both... because it usually leads to sex... sorry mom... i have sex&lt;br /&gt;96. Relationships or one night stands? relationships... but it's fun to pretend it's a one night stand sometimes&lt;br /&gt;97. WHO IS THE MOST LIKELY TO ANSWER THESE QUESTIONS? whoever i tag...&lt;br /&gt;98. WHO IS THE LEAST LIKELY TO ANSWER THESE QUESTIONS? whoever i don't tag&lt;br /&gt;99. WHAT BOOKS ARE YOU READING? "The Book of Execution" but it's murder just getting into it&lt;br /&gt;100. WHAT'S ON YOUR MOUSE PAD? i use my couch... i'm on the laptop right now... so i guess if my couch is my mousepad i'm on it&lt;br /&gt;101. FAVORITE BOARD GAME? Balderdash and all of it's break offs... like ultimate balderdash and that thing&lt;br /&gt;102. WHAT DID YOU WATCH ON TV LAST NIGHT? the same thing i watch every monday tuesday and wednesday, DOG THE BOUNTY HUNTER!!!&lt;br /&gt;103. WHO WERE YOU WITH LAST NIGHT? colin while i was at work, and then amanda until she went to bed, and then daisy until i went to bed&lt;br /&gt;104. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU THINK OF WHEN YOU WAKE UP? dammit... i have to work today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO... now i'm going to tag becky and uncle john, and auntie margaret once she gets back out to bc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there it's done... read it... comment if you wish... anything about me swearing or anything on here get bent, i'll delete it... if you don't like it, don't read my blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744356-115706947458861975?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/115706947458861975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=115706947458861975' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/115706947458861975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/115706947458861975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/2006/08/big-questionaire.html' title='the big questionaire!!'/><author><name>Trav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01109496231851151884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/Sw-GFbNMwaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DyBNFxO7MJ0/S220/cowboy+trav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-115648080150375656</id><published>2006-08-24T22:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T23:46:31.732-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a little bit of medicine for the sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;so... it appears that there was quite a blog-a-thon today... as fate may have it... if you believe in fate... some certain people do not believe that i am a christian... i assure you, i am. just because i smoke, or swear makes me no less christian than the people who have the nuts to judge me without the right to judge(Matt. 7:1), and come to the conclusion that as i live right now, i'm going to rot in hell. i assure you that if that is the case, that because i smoke or swear, or say b*tching on a blog, i am going to hell, then to all of you who judge me and assume that i am not a christian, i will see you there. for those of you that think that because i smoke, i am or have ruined my life... you have no place to say such things... there are three people who i will allow to say such things, and only one who's opinion will be heavily weighed. those three people are my wife, my mother, and my grandmother. and of the three the one that will be heavily weighed is my wife's (sorry mom). i happen to enjoy my life thoroughly. i have a wonderful life. i wouldn't change it for a million dollars. so in closing, now that we have established that i am indeed a christian, who is indeed satisfied with his life, if people continue to judge me, or the likes thereof, be prepared for much of the same to fall on your head. if you still have a problem with me, then kindly remove yourself from my blog, and don't return, the only feelings you're hurting are your own. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;this is written on my blog, and will not be retracted even tho i'm sure i have offended some of you... i have no remorse for this as much of what was said was done with the pure intent to do the same to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I was shocked, confused, bewildered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;as I entered Heaven's door,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Not by the beauty of it all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;nor the lights or its decor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;But it was the folks in Heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;who made me sputter and gasp-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;the thieves, the liars, the sinners,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;the alcoholics, the trash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;There stood the kid from seventh grade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;who swiped my lunch money twice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Next to him was my old neighbor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;who never said anything nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Herb, who I always thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;was rotting away in hell,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;was sitting pretty on cloud nine, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;looking incredibly well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I nudged Jesus, "What's the deal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I would love to hear Your take.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;How'd all these sinners get up here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;God must've made a mistake."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;And why's everyone so quiet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;so somber? Give me a clue."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;"Hush, child," said He,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;"they're all in shock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;No one thought they'd be seeing you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Judge NOT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744356-115648080150375656?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/115648080150375656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=115648080150375656' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/115648080150375656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/115648080150375656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/2006/08/little-bit-of-medicine-for-sick.html' title='a little bit of medicine for the sick'/><author><name>Trav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01109496231851151884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/Sw-GFbNMwaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DyBNFxO7MJ0/S220/cowboy+trav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-115356105608444965</id><published>2006-07-22T03:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T16:32:56.222-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tattoo'/><title type='text'>tattoo number two</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;so, i've got my next tattoo booked to get done on august 15th.... i am super excited about this one... even more so than my first one... anyways...here's a picture of what i'm getting done... it's going on the back of my calf... yeah... i don't think it needs any explaining... here it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 338px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="248" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8150/358/320/tatoo2.jpg" width="364" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744356-115356105608444965?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/115356105608444965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=115356105608444965' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/115356105608444965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/115356105608444965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/2006/07/tattoo-number-two.html' title='tattoo number two'/><author><name>Trav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01109496231851151884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/Sw-GFbNMwaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DyBNFxO7MJ0/S220/cowboy+trav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-115326566642150017</id><published>2006-07-18T17:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T23:46:31.610-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;i got this off of a few other blogs... it's the whole mp3 player thing... here goes&lt;br /&gt;How am i feeling today?&lt;br /&gt;Dave Matthews - Save Me&lt;br /&gt;Will I get far in life?&lt;br /&gt;Paul Brandt - Rich Man&lt;br /&gt;How do my friends see me?&lt;br /&gt;George Canyon - I'll Never Do Better Than You (honestly, i did not fix this... that's honestly what came up)&lt;br /&gt;What is my best friends theme song?&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Cash - Cry, Cry, Cry&lt;br /&gt;What is the story of my life?&lt;br /&gt;Skillet - Forsaken (whoa!)&lt;br /&gt;What was highschool like?&lt;br /&gt;Dave Matthews - So Damn Lucky&lt;br /&gt;How far can I get in life?&lt;br /&gt;Dave Matthews - Diggin' a Ditch&lt;br /&gt;What is the best thing about me?&lt;br /&gt;Vertical Horizon - Everything You Want&lt;br /&gt;How is today going to be?&lt;br /&gt;Dave Matthews - Typical Situation&lt;br /&gt;What is instore for the weekend?&lt;br /&gt;U2 - Sunday Bloody Sunday (HAHAHA... I'm teaching a self defence course on sunday)&lt;br /&gt;What song decribes my parents?&lt;br /&gt;Brad Paisley - Two People Fell In Love&lt;br /&gt;What song describes my Grandparents?&lt;br /&gt;U2 - All I Want Is You&lt;br /&gt;How is my life going?&lt;br /&gt;Nickelback - If Everyone Cared&lt;br /&gt;What song will they play at my funeral?&lt;br /&gt;Guns n' Roses - Knockin' on Heavens Door (yeah, yeah, yeah)&lt;br /&gt;How does the world see me?&lt;br /&gt;U2 - Original of the Species&lt;br /&gt;Will i have a happy life?&lt;br /&gt;Deftones - Minerva (i'm not sure i get it)&lt;br /&gt;What song describes my relationship with my friends?&lt;br /&gt;P.O.D. - Outkast&lt;br /&gt;What song describes my romantic status?&lt;br /&gt;Big &amp;amp; Rich - Big Time.... oh yeah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there you have it... it's done... take from it what you will... i think a lot of them are fairly accurate... it's kinda funny... kinda scary... but whatever... i''m out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744356-115326566642150017?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/115326566642150017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=115326566642150017' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/115326566642150017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/115326566642150017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-got-this-off-of-few-other-blogs.html' title=''/><author><name>Trav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01109496231851151884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/Sw-GFbNMwaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DyBNFxO7MJ0/S220/cowboy+trav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-115285378371258765</id><published>2006-07-13T22:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T16:34:28.446-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tattoo'/><title type='text'>the long awaited tattoo pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... here it is... finally... i've been working my ass off lately and haven't had time to really post a lot... but i'm doing it... here's the tattoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8150/358/1600/DSC00675.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8150/358/320/DSC00675.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;now... explanation... it is the chinese symbol for monkey... i was born in the year of the monkey... hence the tattoo... for those of you curious of what the year of the monkey entails;&lt;br /&gt;Monkeys are fun and loving persons who are always cheerful and energetic. They are very clever. Give a monkey a boring book to read and he'll turn it into a Musical. Better yet, he'll invite everyone to see it free! That's how talented, creative and generous monkeys usually are. Monkeys are always alert and can feel surroundings even as they are thoroughly engaged in conversation. Monkeys are sociable and have an active outside life. Monkeys sympathize with people and they in turn trust you with their secrets. Monkeys can forgive, but never forget and can be revengeful if somebody wrongs them several times. They wait their turn for the perfect opportunity and nothing can stop them from achieving a goal. They have a lively love life. Monkeys are good at making people comfortable and even the most shy individuals open up to them. Having a very attractive openness, and as a partner they are reliable, adaptable and cheerful. Inherently brainy, monkeys very rarely fail in their mission. They are good at assessing risk and financial problems. Monkeys are intellectual and their memory is incredible. They don't care what opinions others may have of them. They know they are lucky, and they also know they have the power to change things when convenience calls. Monkeys are virtually unsinkable! If people try to trick monkeys, they will probably catch them. They never make a move without a plan. They are great strategists. They can spot an opportunity in any form. They never miss a trick! They improve and try to do things better, and often amaze even themselves. They are the ultimate diplomats and slip in and out of difficulties with ease. Monkeys are always out in front! Dragons and rats will match up with the monkey. Famous people like Will Smith, Julius Caesar, Lord Byron, Elizabeth Taylor , de Vinci, Harry S. Truman, and Jennifer Anniston are signed under the monkey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744356-115285378371258765?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/115285378371258765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=115285378371258765' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/115285378371258765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/115285378371258765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/2006/07/long-awaited-tattoo-pics.html' title='the long awaited tattoo pics'/><author><name>Trav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01109496231851151884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/Sw-GFbNMwaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DyBNFxO7MJ0/S220/cowboy+trav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-115212285162354686</id><published>2006-07-05T12:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T23:46:31.487-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a change in plans...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;so instead of completely getting rid of my blog, i am just going to change the format... from now on this will be a commentary on me, by me, not a public forum.  since most of the issues i'm having comes from what people comment on my blog, comments will be disabled.  i will post what i want, without worry about what it might do to other peoples feelings, and if people don't like that, then stay off my blog... comments may be opened up on specific posts, or possibly altogether in the future, but i don't expect that. people need to learn a little respect first, and frankly i can't see that happening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744356-115212285162354686?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/115212285162354686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=115212285162354686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/115212285162354686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/115212285162354686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/2006/07/change-in-plans.html' title='a change in plans...'/><author><name>Trav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01109496231851151884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/Sw-GFbNMwaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DyBNFxO7MJ0/S220/cowboy+trav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-115101835879097630</id><published>2006-06-22T17:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T23:46:31.366-06:00</updated><title type='text'>today</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;today i drove over a sparrow... i laughed... it was funny... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744356-115101835879097630?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/115101835879097630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=115101835879097630' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/115101835879097630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/115101835879097630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/2006/06/today.html' title='today'/><author><name>Trav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01109496231851151884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/Sw-GFbNMwaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DyBNFxO7MJ0/S220/cowboy+trav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-114726441435625226</id><published>2006-05-10T06:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T23:46:31.305-06:00</updated><title type='text'>my tattoo design</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;since i said i would post this... i am... here's the idea... the first one will be right at the top of my back... between my shoulders, below the neckline of a shirt... the second one will be right below the first.... and then as i have kids, i'm going to keep going down my back... i like the idea... and that's all that really matters... my mom doesn't think i should get any tattoos... but that's not a big suprise... but she doesn't mind too much because it's something that means a lot to me... so it's all good... anyways... here they are... i'm not sure if i'm doing both at once, or if i'll do it one at a time... both will be black... at least that's what i'm thinking for now... anyways... here they are... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8150/358/1600/monkey.0.gif"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="158" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8150/358/400/monkey.gif" width="185" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt; this one is the symbol for monkey... since i was born in the year of the monkey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8150/358/1600/Sheep.0.gif"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="126" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8150/358/400/Sheep.gif" width="146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt; this is the symbol for sheep... since amanda was born in the year of the ram... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;but since she's not a male... like a ram is... i'll just do sheep... i think it's cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/6744356-114726441435625226?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/114726441435625226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=114726441435625226' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/114726441435625226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/114726441435625226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-tattoo-design.html' title='my tattoo design'/><author><name>Trav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01109496231851151884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/Sw-GFbNMwaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DyBNFxO7MJ0/S220/cowboy+trav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-114700895515321376</id><published>2006-05-07T07:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T23:46:31.241-06:00</updated><title type='text'>soooo busy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;sorry it's been so long... i've been working like crazy... i have some days off soon.. i'll be at home most of them recovering from the tattoo i'm getting and am sure i will post more... until then... i'm alive... even if just barely... now i'm going to bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744356-114700895515321376?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/114700895515321376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=114700895515321376' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/114700895515321376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/114700895515321376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/2006/05/soooo-busy.html' title='soooo busy...'/><author><name>Trav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01109496231851151884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/Sw-GFbNMwaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DyBNFxO7MJ0/S220/cowboy+trav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-114524190542437106</id><published>2006-04-16T20:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T23:46:31.180-06:00</updated><title type='text'>happy easter everyone</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;so... today was our big, huge easter gathering... i use the terms big and huge very loosely as me and trevor were about the only things that would qualify as big and huge. it was good we had it at mom and dad's house, so they were there, cindi and trevor and chloe, jen and kelly, uncle john and auntie chris and ang, grandma and grampa, and blair, a guy from mom and dad's church, were all there too... oh yeah... and me and amanda were there too... well the food was good, the company was even better... it was crazy... grandma and grampa were bundles of boundless energy... constant centers of attention... here's a picture of them... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8150/358/1600/DSC00475.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 436px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 378px" height="299" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8150/358/320/DSC00475.jpg" width="385" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744356-114524190542437106?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/114524190542437106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=114524190542437106' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/114524190542437106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/114524190542437106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-easter-everyone.html' title='happy easter everyone'/><author><name>Trav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01109496231851151884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/Sw-GFbNMwaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DyBNFxO7MJ0/S220/cowboy+trav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-114500465536351310</id><published>2006-04-14T02:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T23:46:31.118-06:00</updated><title type='text'>getting as old as my grey hairs</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;so, another year has come and gone in my life, i'm no longer halfway to 50, i'm on the downward spiral now... it was a good day tho... i did some work related stuff... but not actual work... i did a little training later on in the evening... i do that now... on the 12th i got myself a promotion... i'm now hotel security supervisor... which is cool... i'm very happy about it... but overall my day was just another day... which is fine... we went to mom and dad's for supper and cake, played some cards with the fam, played with my wonderful niece, and with jen and kelly's new puppy... it was a good evening... so yeah... that was my birthday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah... to all you people who were talking about remembering everyone's birthdays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to you i say boo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just kidding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744356-114500465536351310?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/114500465536351310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=114500465536351310' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/114500465536351310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/114500465536351310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/2006/04/getting-as-old-as-my-grey-hairs.html' title='getting as old as my grey hairs'/><author><name>Trav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01109496231851151884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/Sw-GFbNMwaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DyBNFxO7MJ0/S220/cowboy+trav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-114404752895722580</id><published>2006-04-03T00:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T23:46:31.023-06:00</updated><title type='text'>thru hell and back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8150/358/1600/cash2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;so i had my insanely stupid weekend and i'm still alive... i tell you tho... i hate raves.... but at least the company that puts these ones on tho uses security... they're at least smart about it... the company is actually one that bryan andres (john and brenda's) works for... so everytime we do a rave, i get to see him... which is cool. anyways... i got to watch "walk the line" today... wow... loved it... i mean , mr pheonix isn't j.r. by any stretch, but he does a pretty good job... i liked it a lot... anyway... needless to say, i came home and immediately had to grab one of my guitars (my house is littered with them... ask amanda) and proceed to teach myself to a number of johnny cash songs... i can now play jackson, folsom prison blues, ring of fire, ghostriders (in the sky), tennesse flat top box (almost completely), i walk the line, hurt, daddy sang bass, and the man in black... for those of you who don't know, i am a huge johnny cash fan. i honestly cried the day he died... i can tell you exactly where i was when i found out. he was one of my hero's... and when i die... and when i'm dead, me and johnny are gonna jam it up in heaven... for those of you who haven't seen it watch the movie... for those of you who have, here's a fitting tribute to John Ray Cash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;"Hurt"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I hurt myself today &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;To see if I still feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I focus on the pain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;The only thing that's real &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;The needle tears a hole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;The old familiar sting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Try to kill it all away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;But I remember everything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;What have I become &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;My sweetest friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Everyone I know goes away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;In the end &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;And you could have it all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;My empire of dirt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I will let you down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I will make you hurt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I wear this crown of thorns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Upon my liar's chair &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Full of broken thoughts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I cannot repair &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Beneath the stains of time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;The feelings disappear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;You are someone else &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I am still right here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;What have I become &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;My sweetest friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Everyone I know goes away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;In the end &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;And you could have it all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;My empire of dirt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I will let you down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I will make you hurt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;If I could start again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;A million miles away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I would keep myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I would find a way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8150/358/400/Johnny1998.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744356-114404752895722580?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/114404752895722580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=114404752895722580' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/114404752895722580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/114404752895722580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/2006/04/thru-hell-and-back.html' title='thru hell and back'/><author><name>Trav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01109496231851151884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/Sw-GFbNMwaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DyBNFxO7MJ0/S220/cowboy+trav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-114246306967956112</id><published>2006-03-15T16:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T23:46:30.960-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the long awaited post</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;as i'm sure the supspense of what was coming next was killing some of you, here is the promised post... i decided to do a post about my band... here's a picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8150/358/1600/DSC00324.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8150/358/400/DSC00324.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so from march 3-5 we were asked to play at redberry bible camp's winter retreat... it was pretty cool.... we're a worship band by the way for those of you who didn't know... but anyways, we rented a whole bunch of sound gear, got an incredible deal as our drummer works at a place that rents sound gear, we got over a 50% discount... totally rad.... loaded up a 24' trailer full and headed out there... we spent the first 2 hours setting everything up and doing soundchecks and practices, and then bang, it was time to play for real... it was awesome... the kids had an amazing time, loved the music, and more importantly were drawn into worship through it... i love being in a band that encourages intimatcey with God... it's pretty cool... if you can't tell in the above picture, i'm the bass player... hold on... i'll try and find a good one of me and my bass... ok here we go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8150/358/1600/DSC00332.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8150/358/400/DSC00332.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's me, and that's my bass... for those of you who know basses (reagan) it's a epiphone les paul. unfortunately in the picture you can't see it that well... but it's red with a yellow sunburst... it's a great guitar.... but yeah... that's enough about the guitar... our band is cool... we're mainly young people... ranging in age from 16-30 and we've done a total of three gigs now... two of which were out of town... it's pretty cool... i like it... it's kinda like being in a professional worship band... which is essentially our goal... we want to be the next "united live" type of thing... so far we just do other peoples music... sometimes better than they do it too... in my humble opinion... but yeah... it's cool... as it stands right now we are working on doing another gig here in saskatoon for college and career age people sometime in the near future, and then this fall we are tentatively booked as the lead worship band for miller college of the bible's big youth weekend thing... (like youthquake, but not as big....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyways... i think i've done well on this post... two pictures and a lot of words, i'm satisfied.... for all you naysayers out there... i have a tack you can sit on, but you have to come here to get it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744356-114246306967956112?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/114246306967956112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=114246306967956112' title='33 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/114246306967956112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/114246306967956112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/2006/03/long-awaited-post.html' title='the long awaited post'/><author><name>Trav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01109496231851151884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/Sw-GFbNMwaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DyBNFxO7MJ0/S220/cowboy+trav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-114074971023647549</id><published>2006-02-23T20:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T23:46:30.885-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a crazy busy month...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;so yeah... this month has been absolutely retarded... right now i'm enjoying my 4th day off in feburary, i have one more on monday, otherwise, at the end of the month i will have worked 23 out of 28 days of this month.... now don't get me wrong... i like my job and all, but that's a lot of time at work, and not enough time at home, so you will all have to forgive me if i don't have a new post up ever 2-3 days... but when i'm working this much, the little bit of time i do have is usually spent with my wonderful wife, and not on the internet. march hopefully will not be as stupid as i'm going to be doing a little more office work soon as i'm getting a supervisor position. this is something i'm really quite excited about... we're starting to get hotels to do security in, and lo and behold, i used to do hotel security before i started up with spi (see here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://saskatoonpi.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;http://saskatoonpi.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt; ) and anyways, since i've been doing hotel security for 2 years, i've got more experience than anyone else, my boss included... so i'm being put in charge of them. this is good for me... it means another raise, and less actual work shifts, more office time... more regular hours.... and i get to get into hiring/firing people... i'm really looking forward to firing incompetent fools... i'm going to be all like... you suck, your fired... it's going to be awesome but since i'm just sitting here... and it's almost nine... i'm going to go wake my wife up from her nap and spend some time with her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744356-114074971023647549?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/114074971023647549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/114072280595889154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/114072280595889154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/2006/02/just-for-ang.html' title='just for ang'/><author><name>Trav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01109496231851151884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/Sw-GFbNMwaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DyBNFxO7MJ0/S220/cowboy+trav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-114046685215674192</id><published>2006-02-20T14:12:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T23:46:30.745-06:00</updated><title type='text'>my new boots</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;so... my new boots came in today... i've been waiting forever for them and am super stoked about them finally being here.... i know... it's only boots... but wait... here's a picture of them &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8150/358/1600/boots.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8150/358/320/boots.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah... they are that good... click on the picture and it shows you a bigger view... but they are amazing... they're made by a company called bates... they do a lot of stuff for us spec. ops. teams and these boots are used by the majority of major swat teams in the us.... i love them... they rock... i've had them for about 15 minutes, i've already done the protector, the polish and the shine job on them... i don't even do that for my car... these are the best boots ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744356-114046685215674192?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/114046685215674192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=114046685215674192' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/114046685215674192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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feels like it...'/><author><name>Trav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01109496231851151884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/Sw-GFbNMwaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DyBNFxO7MJ0/S220/cowboy+trav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-113956187471438930</id><published>2006-02-10T02:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T23:46:30.558-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Daisy</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;i don't know what to post about, so i'll put up a couple pictures of my 85lb. baby...her name is daisy, she's a huge pris... she's in heat right now, so she's even more of a pris. but oh well... only another week of that left... it's kinda funny watching her right now tho, 'cause she gets so excited to see us when we get home and she's running and jumping everywhere in her panties (she's in heat, so she wears panties) and looks kinda retarded, but oh well... here she is, she's a border collie - great pyrenese cross.... 14 months old, and 85 pounds... i figure she'll fill out another 15 lbs yet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8150/358/1600/DSC00100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8150/358/320/DSC00100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8150/358/1600/DSC00033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8150/358/320/DSC00033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744356-113956187471438930?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=113873557684250865' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/113873557684250865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/113873557684250865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-am-so-freaking-pathetic.html' title='i am so freaking pathetic'/><author><name>Trav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01109496231851151884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/Sw-GFbNMwaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DyBNFxO7MJ0/S220/cowboy+trav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-113870370682286737</id><published>2006-01-31T04:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T23:46:30.375-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i've been tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;so, i've been tagged... this will be easy tho... and i promised i'd be punctual on it so i'm going to stay up til like 5 am doing it... here goes&lt;br /&gt;Four Things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four jobs I've had:&lt;br /&gt;1. roofing... not so great... i didn't mind it, i was good at it... but the work all around sucks&lt;br /&gt;2. professional musician... i got paid for it, that makes it a job... we played in melfort on a regular basis&lt;br /&gt;3. detailing cars&lt;br /&gt;4. security - first in house at the ramada, then with orizon, then with impact, now with SPI, SPI is the best so far, orizon was awesome too... but they got bought out by impact and impact sucks torque wrenches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four movies I can watch over and over:&lt;br /&gt;1. braveheart&lt;br /&gt;2. napoleon dynamite - stupid, but i love it&lt;br /&gt;3. night at the roxbury&lt;br /&gt;4. any of the rambo movies - those are my abs they cut and pasted on sly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four places I've lived:&lt;br /&gt;1. Mom and Dad's&lt;br /&gt;2. regina - cbc&lt;br /&gt;3. regina - the basement suite&lt;br /&gt;4. saskatoon - current&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our TV shows I love:&lt;br /&gt;1. dog the bounty hunter... what amazing hair&lt;br /&gt;2. dallas swat... wicked cool show&lt;br /&gt;3. family guy... so wrong, but so funny&lt;br /&gt;5. dead like me... a dark satire... i love it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four places I've vacationed:&lt;br /&gt;1. The Lake - loon was always the best&lt;br /&gt;2. Calgary&lt;br /&gt;3. Edmonton&lt;br /&gt;4. The Island (honeymoon - i caught a 48 pound salmon... right uncle john?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four of my favorite dishes:&lt;br /&gt;1. Cabbage Borstch&lt;br /&gt;2. zumma borstch&lt;br /&gt;3. steak&lt;br /&gt;4. fresh deer liver and onions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four sites I visit daily:&lt;br /&gt;1. the blogs&lt;br /&gt;2. my email&lt;br /&gt;3. Full Tilt Poker&lt;br /&gt;4. contact ministries page &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.realcontact.org"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;http://www.realcontact.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four places I would rather be right now:&lt;br /&gt;1. ireland&lt;br /&gt;2. a u2 concert&lt;br /&gt;3. Laying on the beach at the lake&lt;br /&gt;4. fiji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four bloggers I am tagging:&lt;br /&gt;1. cindi and chloe&lt;br /&gt;2. auntie margaret&lt;br /&gt;3. carlie&lt;br /&gt;4. reagan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744356-113870370682286737?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/113870370682286737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=113870370682286737' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/113870370682286737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/113870370682286737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/2006/01/ive-been-tagged.html' title='i&apos;ve been tagged'/><author><name>Trav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01109496231851151884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/Sw-GFbNMwaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DyBNFxO7MJ0/S220/cowboy+trav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-113866719199478401</id><published>2006-01-30T18:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T23:46:30.311-06:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes the truth hurts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8150/358/1600/dysfunction.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8150/358/400/dysfunction.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744356-113866719199478401?l=the-real-deal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/feeds/113866719199478401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6744356&amp;postID=113866719199478401' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/113866719199478401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744356/posts/default/113866719199478401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-real-deal.blogspot.com/2006/01/sometimes-truth-hurts_30.html' title='sometimes the truth hurts'/><author><name>Trav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01109496231851151884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsI7jOR7p5Q/Sw-GFbNMwaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DyBNFxO7MJ0/S220/cowboy+trav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744356.post-113840027399557051</id><published>2006-01-27T16:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T23:46:30.193-06:00</updated><title type='text'>just in case you've been giving too much</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8150/358/1600/potential.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; 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