<?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-21574807</id><updated>2012-02-05T22:54:54.203-07:00</updated><category term='shoes'/><category term='optimistic views of mine'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='trips'/><category term='girls'/><category term='football and soccer'/><category term='food'/><category term='likes and dislikes'/><category term='pink floyd'/><category term='sports'/><category term='poems on the fly'/><category term='rants'/><category term='music'/><category term='code'/><category term='art'/><category term='friends'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>MALDY</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>137</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-9192778998547529157</id><published>2012-02-05T22:46:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T22:54:54.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Patriot way</title><content type='html'>Another win for the team from the meadow lands, another loss for my team the Patriots. It was a sad ending to an up and down season. What else can be done. I'm not going to blame anyone as many journalist already have. Simply, the other team won and that is that my hats off to them. For the Patriots, its time to let the sorrows go, and the what ifs. It just did not happen, and we need to continue to be strong in the good times and in the bad times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years have passed me by now, and I always remember a lot of great moments in life. This weekend has allowed me to step back and reflect as to how much more there is to move along with. I have great examples in my parents, and in the strength of my close friends. Not only that but I do have a strong gospel in my life. And, even after tonight, I can sure say my life is headed in a great direction. I have all the tools to make sure I don't mess it up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-9192778998547529157?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/9192778998547529157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2012/02/patriot-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/9192778998547529157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/9192778998547529157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2012/02/patriot-way.html' title='The Patriot way'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-4589496498239160726</id><published>2012-02-02T12:47:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T12:50:59.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vAJVTVAQ1GM/TyrpGooKIzI/AAAAAAAAAMk/jLMwpRRzcds/s1600/punxsutawny_phil-200x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704628178212496178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vAJVTVAQ1GM/TyrpGooKIzI/AAAAAAAAAMk/jLMwpRRzcds/s320/punxsutawny_phil-200x300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BACKGROUND: url(LINK_OF_PICTURE) no-repeat"&gt;February 2nd, hmmm did the groundhog see his shadow? I heard he did, and there’s more winter for six weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how early I woke up today as I made my way towards work I didn’t run into any high school buddy this morning. All indications show that perhaps this day will not be repeating itself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-4589496498239160726?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/4589496498239160726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2012/02/sigh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/4589496498239160726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/4589496498239160726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2012/02/sigh.html' title='sigh'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vAJVTVAQ1GM/TyrpGooKIzI/AAAAAAAAAMk/jLMwpRRzcds/s72-c/punxsutawny_phil-200x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-5987807626384527864</id><published>2012-01-11T14:55:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T15:03:50.037-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='optimistic views of mine'/><title type='text'>what is hip?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4UGoVWKyu8E/Tw4HEhTWpzI/AAAAAAAAAMU/tljBQ5hMplE/s1600/vitruvian_hipster1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696498352910673714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4UGoVWKyu8E/Tw4HEhTWpzI/AAAAAAAAAMU/tljBQ5hMplE/s200/vitruvian_hipster1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So i googled something for you, I hope you notice it just as clearly as I did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hip/hip/&lt;br /&gt;Noun:&lt;br /&gt;A projection of the pelvis and upper thighbone on each side of the body in human beings and quadrupeds.&lt;br /&gt;The fruit of a rose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Adjective:&lt;br /&gt;Following the latest fashion, esp. in popular music and clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Exclamation:&lt;br /&gt;Introducing a communal cheer: "hip, hip, hooray!".&lt;br /&gt;Synonyms:&lt;br /&gt;haunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="fl" href="https://www.google.com/search?hl=en&amp;amp;safe=active&amp;amp;rls=com.microsoft:en-us:IE-SearchBox&amp;amp;q=hip&amp;amp;tbs=dfn:1&amp;amp;tbo=u&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;ei=QwUOT6T2GIeCsgK96fjhBQ&amp;amp;ved=0CB4QkQ4"&gt;More info »&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.google.com/url?q=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hip&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;ei=QwUOT6T2GIeCsgK96fjhBQ&amp;amp;ved=0CB8Qkg4oAA&amp;amp;usg=AFQjCNG5xYR20-HamFtOH96r6zBMkSLIMQ"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="https://www.google.com/url?q=http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/hip&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;ei=QwUOT6T2GIeCsgK96fjhBQ&amp;amp;ved=0CCAQkg4oAQ&amp;amp;usg=AFQjCNHAsWKEgP5F4J5gHfDEWDIXPplHlg"&gt;Dictionary.com&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="https://www.google.com/url?q=http://www.answers.com/topic/hip&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;ei=QwUOT6T2GIeCsgK96fjhBQ&amp;amp;ved=0CCEQkg4oAg&amp;amp;usg=AFQjCNEhqtahXD6fanKFRmJJQfDZTux4Xg"&gt;Answers.com&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="https://www.google.com/url?q=http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/hip&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;ei=QwUOT6T2GIeCsgK96fjhBQ&amp;amp;ved=0CCIQkg4oAw&amp;amp;usg=AFQjCNFmiNc-FegBLgiEtQsZL2UtCVCYrA"&gt;Merriam-Webster&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/21574807-5987807626384527864?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/5987807626384527864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-is-hip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/5987807626384527864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/5987807626384527864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-is-hip.html' title='what is hip?'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4UGoVWKyu8E/Tw4HEhTWpzI/AAAAAAAAAMU/tljBQ5hMplE/s72-c/vitruvian_hipster1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-2485546887842188257</id><published>2012-01-10T21:00:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T21:22:12.608-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='optimistic views of mine'/><title type='text'>Life is full of intertwined interest</title><content type='html'>In a usual day most everyone would feel that nothing really interesting has happened. A few friends of mine have mentioned they feel they don't have anything great to talk about. Of course with an attitude like that I'm sure nothing occurs in their life worth noting, or does it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look I'm not trying to be negative. I simply want to say that life does have its little quirks that we may not notice what really happens around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now before you say &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=tl%3Bdr"&gt;TL;DR&lt;/a&gt; let me tell you the cool story of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;woke up early at 5am only to go back to sleep after hitting snooze. I feel in a way bad for my roommate because he gets to hear a multiple arsenal of alarms. After heading out the door I came back in for my &lt;a href="http://maldy.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-recently-wrote-about-how-much-i-enjoy.html"&gt;yogurt&lt;/a&gt; that I almost forgot. I stopped by the gas station, paid for gas with cash cause I wanted to get rid of it. I almost bought an icee just because I wanted to go get one with a friend last night but she wouldn't go. Still didn't buy the Icee.&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at work and did my usual thing. Only to notice through the day that most my coworkers took a sick day or so (its non of my business what they do on their paid time off). I left work and made it home. In my resolution to eat better, I kept switching lanes back and forth wanting and resisting every time getting off on an early exit to get some fast food. I survived the trip home, and decided to make a good meal by buying groceries at the store. A store I usually don't go to anymore, but I really wanted chicken cordon bleu. Now what irks me is that the store has decided to up the price ever since someone decided to buy a lot of chicken recently in the past. DANG IT! Mea culpa!&lt;br /&gt;In all I ran into a great friend, I know she walks to the store a considerable distance so I offered a ride. In the light of this situation I decided it was best to accept the price hike of chicken cordon bleu and help a friend out in the process. I gave her a ride home, and felt awesome about myself.&lt;br /&gt;I made my dinner, ate it, and left to go work on some ward clerk stuff on campus. I missed a call and few texts and decided to reply to a few.&lt;br /&gt;Two hours later and I'm back at home blogging to you. My day for me has been interesting and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it, a great day. And soon there will be a soccer post, but the team is not yet ready for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-2485546887842188257?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/2485546887842188257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2012/01/life-is-full-of-intertwined-interest.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/2485546887842188257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/2485546887842188257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2012/01/life-is-full-of-intertwined-interest.html' title='Life is full of intertwined interest'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-3051662090587790552</id><published>2012-01-04T15:06:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T15:27:18.575-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='optimistic views of mine'/><title type='text'>Welcoming 2012</title><content type='html'>Alas 2012 is here. The world is suppose to end sometime this year according to that awful movie featuring actors that I don't really care much about. Then again isn't that an awful problem to have isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you keep posting about how awesome life at school is, or how you don't have to go to school till after all your other peers let me share some other little &lt;a href="http://maldy.blogspot.com/2011/12/everything-else-is-cream-cheese.html"&gt;problems &lt;/a&gt;people have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; bits of humorous situations that happen to every single one of us in the blessed sides of the free world have got me addicted to reading them. What on earth am I talking about? Oh yeah that's a problem isn't it, reading a blog that makes no sense unless you have a cryptic sense. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; its called a &lt;a href="http://www.reddit.com/r/firstworldproblems/"&gt;1st world problem&lt;/a&gt;, so let me share some of my faves with you. (now mind you there are some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;inappropriate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; bits so be careful)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="title  click" href="http://www.reddit.com/r/firstworldproblems/comments/o2uk5/i_bought_regular_oreos_instead_of_double_stuff/" jquery16101594724971631764="43"&gt;I bought regular &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Oreos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; instead of Double Stuff &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Oreos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="title  click" href="http://www.reddit.com/r/firstworldproblems/comments/o26e4/my_finger_tore_through_the_toilet_paper_when_i/" jquery16101594724971631764="59"&gt;My finger tore through the toilet paper when I was wiping.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="title  click" href="http://www.reddit.com/r/firstworldproblems/comments/o309e/strangers_try_to_make_friendly_chitchat_with_me/" jquery16101594724971631764="61"&gt;Strangers try to make friendly chit-chat with me when I'm in public.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="title  click" href="http://www.reddit.com/r/firstworldproblems/comments/o2pf0/someone_left_2_seconds_on_my_microwave/" jquery16101594724971631764="73"&gt;someone left 2 seconds on my microwave&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="title  click" href="http://www.reddit.com/r/firstworldproblems/comments/o2tp6/my_coworker_is_upset_that_michele_bachmann/" jquery16101594724971631764="79"&gt;My coworker is upset that Michele &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bachmann&lt;/span&gt; dropped out.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="title  click" href="http://www.reddit.com/r/firstworldproblems/comments/o0n4e/i_added_to_much_milk_to_my_cereal_bowl_now_i_need/" rel="nofollow" jquery16106276338042821622="49"&gt;I added to much milk to my cereal bowl, now I need more cereal.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="title  click" href="http://www.reddit.com/r/firstworldproblems/comments/o0jt0/both_my_ipad_and_iphone_are_out_of_battery_so_i/" rel="nofollow" jquery16106276338042821622="51"&gt;Both my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;iPad&lt;/span&gt; and iPhone are out of battery so I am forced to browse the Internet on my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt; Touch like some sort of underprivileged barbarian&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, I'm grateful for this year already. Cause the prior year was great, and all these little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tid&lt;/span&gt; bits just show me that there will be tons more experiences that will be awesome to come in this new year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-3051662090587790552?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/3051662090587790552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2012/01/welcoming-2012.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/3051662090587790552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/3051662090587790552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2012/01/welcoming-2012.html' title='Welcoming 2012'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-7180827995781826855</id><published>2011-12-16T19:33:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T19:40:42.872-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='optimistic views of mine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Mas Musica</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So many of you don't know how much &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;spanish&lt;/span&gt; music I really enjoy.  However here's two songs that I've had in my head for a while.  Just thought I'd pass it along.  They both have &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paulina_Rubio"&gt;Paulina &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rubio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; as a guest singer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JLgQMx4-cwk?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/udBLU0Y_G2s?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-7180827995781826855?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/7180827995781826855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2011/12/mas-musica.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/7180827995781826855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/7180827995781826855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2011/12/mas-musica.html' title='Mas Musica'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/JLgQMx4-cwk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-8797279648297899719</id><published>2011-12-15T12:21:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T12:37:20.718-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='optimistic views of mine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Excited</title><content type='html'>Another Thursday once more. If you haven't already noticed I get pretty excited about Thursday. Lately I've been listening a lot to my &lt;a href="http://www.slacker.com/"&gt;slacker radio &lt;/a&gt;app on my phone. And, I was just sitting and thinking about how it has fairly snowed. It was kind of a downer of a thought that came across my mind. When all of a sudden the Pointer Sisters came on the radio and began exclaiming that they were SO EXCITED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy the snow and all the fun stuff that it brings. However just as much as anyone else I dislike the problematic driving, but for the most part the snow is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In general there's lots to be excited about during this month. Primarily Christmas and all of the fun behind it. I'm looking forward to the Baylor (6) vs BYU basketball game. I'm excited about the quiet time that will abound my surroundings for a while. I'm excited to be with my family for at least a while during the break. Things will be exciting for sure at home with all the food. I look forward to go around shopping for my family. I usually get each one a good gift. I hope it's just as much if not more of an exciting holiday for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♠P.S. I bought the new album by &lt;a href="http://www.mana.com.mx/en/media-player"&gt;MANÁ&lt;/a&gt; you should check out some of their music.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-8797279648297899719?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/8797279648297899719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2011/12/excited.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/8797279648297899719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/8797279648297899719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2011/12/excited.html' title='Excited'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-4750506711085682479</id><published>2011-12-12T11:45:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T11:58:37.588-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Traditional</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aexYza9sBag/TuZL6gT3MBI/AAAAAAAAAL0/y1x4e4VU-hk/s1600/1_4_KeyLime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685315048079568914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aexYza9sBag/TuZL6gT3MBI/AAAAAAAAAL0/y1x4e4VU-hk/s320/1_4_KeyLime.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I recently wrote about how much I enjoy Trail Mix. After eating so much of it I think I gave myself a stomach ache. In yet another example of food that I prefer here is my favorite morning yogurt. &lt;a href="http://www.oikosyogurt.com/products/dannon-traditional-single-serve-yogurt.aspx"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dannon's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Oikos&lt;/span&gt; Traditional Key Lime Greek Yogurt&lt;/a&gt;, There are a few other &lt;a href="http://chobani.com/products/c/nonfat/"&gt;brands&lt;/a&gt; of yogurt out there that are great, but every morning this one starts off my day at it's best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from yogurt, how 'bout that &lt;a href="http://www.foxnews.com/opinion/2011/12/12/why-are-anti-christian-bigots-so-eager-to-prey-on-tim-tebow/"&gt;Tim &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tebow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; guy? Not only can he play, but he's a pretty darn good guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Being a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tebow&lt;/span&gt; fan does not make one an automatic Broncos fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BACKGROUND: url(LINK_OF_PICTURE) no-repeat"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-4750506711085682479?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/4750506711085682479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-recently-wrote-about-how-much-i-enjoy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/4750506711085682479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/4750506711085682479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-recently-wrote-about-how-much-i-enjoy.html' title='Traditional'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aexYza9sBag/TuZL6gT3MBI/AAAAAAAAAL0/y1x4e4VU-hk/s72-c/1_4_KeyLime.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-5470084303636500896</id><published>2011-12-10T22:46:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T22:55:34.949-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><title type='text'>Everything else is cream cheese</title><content type='html'>I'm just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; I don't have these kind of problems :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/EkHmXIkFPN8?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="459" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BACKGROUND: url(LINK_OF_PICTURE) no-repeat"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-5470084303636500896?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/5470084303636500896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2011/12/everything-else-is-cream-cheese.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/5470084303636500896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/5470084303636500896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2011/12/everything-else-is-cream-cheese.html' title='Everything else is cream cheese'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/EkHmXIkFPN8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-8299875253082288340</id><published>2011-12-08T11:13:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T11:25:05.803-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='optimistic views of mine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Thursdays without ice cream</title><content type='html'>Thursday comes with every bit of glitter letting you know that friday is near and things will be better. That's if of course you work on weekends. In that case thursday is nothing special and doesn't even deserve to be capitalized for its proper noun classification. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what has Thursday brought for me this time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For starters I received the &lt;a href="http://www.skweez.com/home"&gt;skweez&lt;/a&gt; deal for the day. I forwarded the text to my friend since she enjoys this ice cream joint far more than I do. I always look forward to these texts since sometimes they send out Burger Surpreme coupons as well as the Braza Express deals of the day. So good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a run towards Target, and have indulged in one of my new favorite trail mixes. &lt;a href="http://www.target.com/p/Archer-Farms-Chocolate-Cranberry-Crunch-Trail-Mix-12-oz/-/A-12942708"&gt;Chocolate Cranberry Crunch&lt;/a&gt; it is safe to say I may have a new obsession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday is not yet half over, and before the end of it I realize things may be pretty much better than I would expect. Day's like this are to be tresured, happy last day of classes to ya'll.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-8299875253082288340?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/8299875253082288340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2011/12/thursdays-without-ice-cream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/8299875253082288340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/8299875253082288340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2011/12/thursdays-without-ice-cream.html' title='Thursdays without ice cream'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-1894531645423687427</id><published>2011-12-05T11:16:00.012-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T00:11:19.229-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='optimistic views of mine'/><title type='text'>Heaps Decides to Transfer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://byucougars.com/m-football/heaps-decides-transfer#.Tt0KZa0YWps.blogger"&gt;Heaps Decides to Transfer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     There are times in life I believe where a fresh start will definitely do you good. I honestly without sarcasm hope Jake Heaps has a better career elsewhere. Of course I mean it I'm not looking for the demise of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;any one's&lt;/span&gt; talents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     About three years ago I first heard of Heaps the wonder QB kid from WA. As a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; football fan I was excited that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; was getting a top notch recruit according to all the scouting reports. So now he's gone. And that's all that really needs to be said about that for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for other things that have come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I broke a few streaks recently within the year and a half if I might add. Let me introduce to you my most recent acquisition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 186px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683269782164981058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-36Q-qoUfd2g/Tt8HwXCnxUI/AAAAAAAAALE/KyRqhmYrtpw/s320/tailwind.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;NIKE AIR MAX TAILWIND 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;    Okay so a lot of you knew me to be very anti Nike. I would buy anything else but Nike. Suddenly I changed my ways. It's not to say that I don't like Adidas. I hold Adidas dear to my heart. Its just that I keep finding Nike at ridiculous prices. When I can, I decide to drop the $20 max on shoes. Right now I think I'm gonna change the laces to the gray kind, the neon is a bit too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;    The other streak was that in a bit of a rush to work and going about 16 hours of no food I gave in to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;McDonald's&lt;/span&gt;. I only have my Attitude Chilean Point Five friend to blame for this. She kept going on about &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Mickey D's&lt;/span&gt; that I just had to end my 6 year drought. Breakfast is so good sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I hope another streak comes to an end. A streak of bad &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Ace-Spades-Skull-Poster-Print/dp/B001D4AJUS/ref=sr_1_7?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1323240171&amp;amp;sr=8-7"&gt;cards&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-1894531645423687427?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/1894531645423687427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2011/12/heaps-decides-to-transfer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/1894531645423687427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/1894531645423687427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2011/12/heaps-decides-to-transfer.html' title='Heaps Decides to Transfer'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-36Q-qoUfd2g/Tt8HwXCnxUI/AAAAAAAAALE/KyRqhmYrtpw/s72-c/tailwind.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-1796699594369518883</id><published>2011-11-24T23:32:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T21:33:08.001-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='optimistic views of mine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Turning back</title><content type='html'>There are those moments when you receive &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;promptings&lt;/span&gt; that can directly be of concern to you. In such cases it is best to not let them go &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;unnoticed&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For many years now my family usually makes a road trip to either California or Arizona for Thanksgiving. Every year every preparation is made to make sure that we have enough time to arrive at our extended family's home, and to have our vehicles prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This holiday was not to be any different. My parents and I made our way south headed to California. Even while packing my bags I didn't feel at ease. Usually I'm overly excited to get away to CA. This time I had that prompting suggesting that staying at home would be the wisest of decisions, or in other words not to get my hopes of going anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I drove the family van headed on I-15 we encountered such problem. Any uphill climb on the road in Utah our van could not go any faster than forty mph. I woke up my father who was in the passenger seats behind me, and told him the vehicle would not be making it. He was hesitant and insisted that it was merely my terrible driving skills. Yet, he had these feelings of uneasiness as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short we didn't make it to California, we simply turned back and came home. It took us a long time, yet we made it back. My mother being as awesome as she is bought a turkey, defrosted it and it was done by around 9pm. As late as it may have been one thing for sure the family was here together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been nothing, but fun sitting at home spending time with everyone of them For a family to be content being together, and spending time again. For my father expressing his thanks to his Heavenly Father that we made it back safe. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Acknowledging&lt;/span&gt; that we may not know why things turn out the way they do, yet having full knowledge of the Spirit. For my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;family's&lt;/span&gt; faith, and optimism in every situation, for this I'm grateful. For the things which do matter in life, the gospel, my friends, my family, the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;atonement&lt;/span&gt;. For all of those things I do indeed say thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-1796699594369518883?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/1796699594369518883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2011/11/turning-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/1796699594369518883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/1796699594369518883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2011/11/turning-back.html' title='Turning back'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-9111348434178586330</id><published>2011-11-17T19:35:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T19:56:46.375-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems on the fly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='optimistic views of mine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='code'/><title type='text'>Old things, new things, few things...</title><content type='html'>22lb turkey&lt;br /&gt;plus another 5 lbs of turkey&lt;br /&gt;old new shakira cd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be driving soon&lt;br /&gt;will be arriving in time&lt;br /&gt;will be thriving and enjoying the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool story you say&lt;br /&gt;perhaps if you had it your way&lt;br /&gt;never any attention to you i would pay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-9111348434178586330?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/9111348434178586330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2011/11/old-things-new-things-few-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/9111348434178586330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/9111348434178586330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2011/11/old-things-new-things-few-things.html' title='Old things, new things, few things...'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-5005904718973222061</id><published>2011-11-15T21:30:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T22:29:15.793-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='optimistic views of mine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='code'/><title type='text'>being sick and getting better</title><content type='html'>Visits to the doctor aren't always so intriguing. However they are necessary. I've had a nagging cough that has not gone away lately therefore I needed a trip to the M.D. I'm usually really M.D. friendly and really ask all necessary questions. It was funny the last time I went in was for my lip laceration due to a "softball" to the face and the doctor checked on it again, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I got my new meds and I feel I have improved so much today as they are making me feel real good, as in loopy, ha, ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as life goes right now, I'm doing as good as I can be so far. So many options are avaible for new directions, some of that has occupied my mind. It is definitely a good problem to have either way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for first time first things, I had my first pie shake from Sammy's this last week. I always just either avoided the place or got fries. Sammy's is good though, however I always avoided the scene and the long line whenever it did happen to have a line. It just happen to be on those days I passed by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well for coded things, I suppose my ace of spades needs a new application. I'm open for suggestions. Whether I take them seriously of course its up to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In more direct things, since when am I the bad guy? I suppose my opinions have me out to be one. Sort of I suppose. My friend Cheryl J. put it best once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"moroni, you test people a lot, you test their edge and see how far you can take them, from there you accept them as friends..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I hope I haven't taken too many to their edge. I guess I don't mean too. Oh well, I should keep on improving. I may have my ways so far, but it doesn't mean I'm not open minded to other things, after all I'm not a communist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-5005904718973222061?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/5005904718973222061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2011/11/being-sick-and-getting-better.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/5005904718973222061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/5005904718973222061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2011/11/being-sick-and-getting-better.html' title='being sick and getting better'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-194834848247636742</id><published>2011-10-25T20:35:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T21:24:05.749-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='likes and dislikes'/><title type='text'>Ice Cream</title><content type='html'>I have history with ice cream. Not in the same manner like shoes, but its a good/bad history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me start off with the bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 174px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 50px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667626411519561330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2gC-WtVI5jc/Tqd0MWI-znI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/3xhKli8kZyE/s200/krogervalue.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any ice cream associated with this brand is plain sick and wrong. Never ever purchase Kroger Value ice cream. It is full of air and it leaves a pasty wax taste in your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This opinion solely based on all my quirky observations and taste buds will compare movies to ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In no particular order, but if you know me well enough you will know how much dislike or like I have for the &lt;em&gt;ice cream&lt;/em&gt;/movie combination along with ice cream shops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rocky Road&lt;/em&gt;/Forrest &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gump&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold Stone/&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOTR&lt;/span&gt; Trilogy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Farrs&lt;/span&gt; Ice Cream/Back to the Future Trilogy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sub Zero/Ocean's Twelve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kroger Deluxe/Star Wars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Breyers&lt;/span&gt; Ice Cream/Gone with the wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edy's or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dreyer's&lt;/span&gt;/Spider-man Trilogy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue Bell Ice Cream/Citizen Kane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; Creamery/The Testaments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Froyo&lt;/span&gt;/Batman and Robin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoon it Up/Green &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Latern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red Mango/Fever Pitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Macey's&lt;/span&gt; Soft Serve/500 days of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;provo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Maverik&lt;/span&gt; Soft Serve/The Sandlot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue Bunny/Who framed Roger Rabbit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wendy's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Frosties&lt;/span&gt;/ Michael Jackson on DVD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any other Frozen Yogurt or custard place in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;utah&lt;/span&gt; valley/all of the cheesy and low budget "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LDS&lt;/span&gt;" films&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-194834848247636742?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/194834848247636742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2011/10/ice-cream.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/194834848247636742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/194834848247636742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2011/10/ice-cream.html' title='Ice Cream'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2gC-WtVI5jc/Tqd0MWI-znI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/3xhKli8kZyE/s72-c/krogervalue.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-4633251081199037985</id><published>2011-10-16T23:23:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T23:34:44.031-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='optimistic views of mine'/><title type='text'>Heels?</title><content type='html'>On an early morning workout I was asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"so what do you think about girls with heels?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only one image can explain just about everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.elephantjournal.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/09/Elaine-Benes-photo-credit-NBC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 285px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://images.elephantjournal.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/09/Elaine-Benes-photo-credit-NBC.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say. Let the girl do what she wants if it looks good and modest, then great! Even if it feels good to you it may not look good to everybody. You could be dancing around looking like a fool too. Just remember everyone is watching your every move. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-4633251081199037985?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/4633251081199037985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2011/10/heels.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/4633251081199037985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/4633251081199037985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2011/10/heels.html' title='Heels?'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-4330900112995321953</id><published>2011-10-16T00:37:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T00:43:18.213-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Special!</title><content type='html'>Three Days, and a few deathly nights full of frights.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8v9HeNN66Kw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-4330900112995321953?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/4330900112995321953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2011/10/halloween-special.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/4330900112995321953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/4330900112995321953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2011/10/halloween-special.html' title='Halloween Special!'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/8v9HeNN66Kw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-4440695178750567736</id><published>2011-10-12T23:25:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T09:47:58.968-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><title type='text'>Sports for the record</title><content type='html'>Let me make my sport alliances clear.  It is very well known to many of you that I spent a considerable amount of time living in California as a child.  From there I moved to Utah, and that was  big change.  Sports have played a big role in my life and I wouldn’t know what to do without them.  So I make it clear which teams are my favorite. It very well may be you wouldn’t understand how my selection could be so, but, remember I did serve a mission in Boston and that has a big impact on everything as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soccer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a fan of the following clubs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inter, Manchester United, Barcelona, and Real Salt Lake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qQAihGSrRa8/To3VCmxMk4I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/tIrvROWr5EQ/s1600/messi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 146px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qQAihGSrRa8/To3VCmxMk4I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/tIrvROWr5EQ/s200/messi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660414547417928578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9dnBeEJEmvg/To3VCQyg08I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/L66b7RlCDKk/s1600/man%2Bu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 125px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9dnBeEJEmvg/To3VCQyg08I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/L66b7RlCDKk/s200/man%2Bu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660414541517870018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ToLIOgVQSr4/To3VCHUIoZI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Qzc3aDCClgM/s1600/inter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 120px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ToLIOgVQSr4/To3VCHUIoZI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Qzc3aDCClgM/s200/inter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660414538974536082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PXCmZcYg3xw/To3V2Jjx__I/AAAAAAAAAKE/veZy_CB7VGk/s1600/Real.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 154px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PXCmZcYg3xw/To3V2Jjx__I/AAAAAAAAAKE/veZy_CB7VGk/s200/Real.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660415432930230258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Football&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The San Francisco 49ers and the New England Patriots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the 49ers because they have been my team ever since growing up.  It was not due to Steve Young.  He was great and one of the best ever.  My allegiance was mostly due to Jerry Rice, the best player of all time period.  Oh and that one year that we had Prime Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really liked the 2001 season the Patriots had, the one where Tom Brady came in to replace Drew Bledsoe.  The niners were in chaotic times, and even though I supported them, the Patriots came in and were winning games.  I went to Boston on my mission, and come every fall it was Patriots time.  My dream Super Bowl would be 49ers vs Patriots, ending in a tie and into OT, and anything goes from there &lt;br /&gt;College Football&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cache.boston.com/images/sports/patriots/2009/patriots_helmets_1024768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 1024px; height: 768px;" src="http://cache.boston.com/images/sports/patriots/2009/patriots_helmets_1024768.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;College Football&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will always be a BYU cougars fan.  I have been to their games since I was a little kid.  Win or lose I’m cougar blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn.bleacherreport.net/images_root/slides/photos/000/369/484/rileynelson_display_image.jpg?1283208483"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 250px;" src="http://cdn.bleacherreport.net/images_root/slides/photos/000/369/484/rileynelson_display_image.jpg?1283208483" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basketball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailypress.com/media/photo/2010-10/56690652.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 580px; height: 680px;" src="http://www.dailypress.com/media/photo/2010-10/56690652.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s where it gets a little odd.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lakers&lt;br /&gt;I first saw Magic Johnson play.  This was way back when.  And, out of all the players, except Michael Jordan, he was the best ever.  He had a different charisma that lit up the 80s and the Lakers.  My mother played college ball back in her day, and my dad was a big laker fan too.  Living in Los Angeles, there was but little debate on as to who to choose, and I grew up enjoying the Lakers.  Moving to Utah made it difficult, but I used to go to so many lakers vs Jazz games, and I could never like Karl Malone, I was upset when he went to Los Angeles chasing after a ring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://inside.nike.com/servlet/JiveServlet/downloadImage/81493/Kobeandpierce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 910px; height: 510px;" src="http://inside.nike.com/servlet/JiveServlet/downloadImage/81493/Kobeandpierce.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celtics&lt;br /&gt;I respected Larry Bird and so did Magic.  I went to Boston, and well I have been a big supporter since.  Every time the Lakers and Celtics face off, I have to make sure and check what year it is, is it a Celtic year or is it a Lakers year, so far since I implemented that rule it’s gone as follows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07-2008 Celtics (Celtics champions)&lt;br /&gt;08-2009 Lakers (Lakers Champions over Orlando) &lt;br /&gt;09-2010 Celtics (Lakers Champions)&lt;br /&gt;10-2011 Lakers (Mavericks Champions)&lt;br /&gt;11-2012 Celtics (Lockout year so far)&lt;br /&gt;College Basketball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I support both UCLA and BYU, similar style to the Lakers-Celtics logic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-4440695178750567736?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/4440695178750567736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2011/10/sports-for-record.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/4440695178750567736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/4440695178750567736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2011/10/sports-for-record.html' title='Sports for the record'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qQAihGSrRa8/To3VCmxMk4I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/tIrvROWr5EQ/s72-c/messi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-1456631927462085842</id><published>2011-10-11T07:50:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T08:15:22.432-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='optimistic views of mine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Foodie?</title><content type='html'>My friends keep insisting that I am picky about my food.  To which I don't know if I completely agree.  I would say that I have a preference of sorts.  Let me list a few things I do like to eat.  However I do have a passionate disgust for Little Caesars pizza and 98% of Burger King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Like the following in somewhat particular order, I have made and had all of these foods recently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pupusas     &lt;br /&gt;Pizza (Pizza Hut, Brick Oven, the Pie, DiGiorno, etc)&lt;br /&gt;Clam Chowder&lt;br /&gt;Steak&lt;br /&gt;Bacon Cheeseburgers&lt;br /&gt;Spaghetti &lt;br /&gt;Lasagna (with Ricotta cheese, its gross when people use cottage cheese)&lt;br /&gt;French Fries (with the skin)&lt;br /&gt;Sweet potato fries&lt;br /&gt;Ice Cream (I bet ya'll don't know my faves)&lt;br /&gt;Cobb Salad&lt;br /&gt;Chicken Salad&lt;br /&gt;Banana Bread (its best when applesauce is not used in the recipe)&lt;br /&gt;Green Jello and shredded carrots on top&lt;br /&gt;Pumpking Chocolate chip cookies&lt;br /&gt;Alfajores!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Platanos Fritos&lt;br /&gt;Feijoada&lt;br /&gt;Rotisserie Chicken&lt;br /&gt;Fruit (except papaya, i don't understand anyones obsession with it)&lt;br /&gt;Brownies&lt;br /&gt;Pumpkin Pie (with whip cream)&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving Turkey&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Corn&lt;br /&gt;Coke&lt;br /&gt;Green Apple soda (by Mundet, the Jones Brand is too sugary)&lt;br /&gt;7up (pomegranate and cherry too)&lt;br /&gt;fresh homemade rolls&lt;br /&gt;PB (JIF)&lt;br /&gt;PB and J sandwhiches&lt;br /&gt;BBQ pork (pulled pork, ribs, Roast)&lt;br /&gt;Almonds&lt;br /&gt;Peanuts&lt;br /&gt;Pea Soup (better with ham)&lt;br /&gt;Gatorade (i also bet you can't tell my fave flavors there's 4)&lt;br /&gt;Water&lt;br /&gt;Cashews&lt;br /&gt;Pecans&lt;br /&gt;Pecan Pie&lt;br /&gt;Alfredo Pasta&lt;br /&gt;Lobster (I don't have it as often as I or anyone would like)&lt;br /&gt;Shrimp (all sorts of shrimp)&lt;br /&gt;Sausage (bratwurst, spicy louisiana links, italian, chicken)&lt;br /&gt;Jambalaya&lt;br /&gt;Meatball soup&lt;br /&gt;ultimate mashed potatoes!&lt;br /&gt;Scalloped potatoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hungry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose its time to grab a snickers.  But in all fairness, food is best enjoyed shared among friends.  I don't share it as often anymore, but maybe that tide will turn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-1456631927462085842?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/1456631927462085842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2011/10/foodie.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/1456631927462085842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/1456631927462085842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2011/10/foodie.html' title='Foodie?'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-8235122602064619054</id><published>2011-10-03T19:28:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T19:44:38.389-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='optimistic views of mine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pink floyd'/><title type='text'>The Time in my own english way...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blogs.discovermagazine.com/intersection/files/2009/05/28-time-management.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 448px; height: 299px;" src="http://blogs.discovermagazine.com/intersection/files/2009/05/28-time-management.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♪Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain&lt;br /&gt;And you are young and life is long and there is time to kill today♪&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a bit ready for the rain full days ahead. Not so secretly I do enjoy the colder weather. Along with fall colors and all of the great things that lie ahead. I am very happy it's finally this time of the year. And there's much running to do before I can catch up to the sun lest it sinks away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-8235122602064619054?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/8235122602064619054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2011/10/time-in-my-own-english-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/8235122602064619054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/8235122602064619054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2011/10/time-in-my-own-english-way.html' title='The Time in my own english way...'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-7570805425268565923</id><published>2011-09-26T22:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T22:40:41.046-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='optimistic views of mine'/><title type='text'>Open...</title><content type='html'>Every day I wake up and realize how much routine I have in my daily life.  I try and mix it up with frequent writing of all sorts of things.  For about a year I went back and forth with writing poems.  These poems however were more like phrases that rhymed instead of the many recognizable patterns poems tend to follow.  I try to occupy myself with many other things after that.  Sports, my hobby of cooking, writing jokes, and tagging people on photos. I think I'm running out of random things to do. I'm not going to tell you any of the rest, that's for another story. However my optimism abides in this post.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said, this is for sure.  I am understanding that an &lt;a href="http://lds.org/scriptures/search?lang=eng&amp;start=1&amp;end=10&amp;type=verse&amp;query=effectual"&gt;effectual&lt;/a&gt; door has been opened in my life every time one has closed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-7570805425268565923?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/7570805425268565923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2011/09/every-day-i-wake-up-and-realize-how.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/7570805425268565923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/7570805425268565923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2011/09/every-day-i-wake-up-and-realize-how.html' title='Open...'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-3263206113086536378</id><published>2011-08-19T01:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T01:37:58.835-06:00</updated><title type='text'>cant sleep so i wrote my thoughts</title><content type='html'>Have i been dead to the world of blogging?  Perhaps a bit more than i would have liked.  Recently my life has been brilliant, and the trials come and go.  Many of them are resolved however others as my father  and ispoke about them, we must earnestly go through them with faith.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many other friens go through tough times, and their examples are a blessing to me.  Their strength is something that i am greatfull for.  But, in much livelier news, im happy that things will be back after a bit of a month from now, i just have to keep going.  i love life. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-3263206113086536378?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/3263206113086536378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2011/08/cant-sleep-so-i-wrote-my-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/3263206113086536378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/3263206113086536378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2011/08/cant-sleep-so-i-wrote-my-thoughts.html' title='cant sleep so i wrote my thoughts'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-6745106348093602904</id><published>2011-07-06T11:22:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T13:01:04.786-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football and soccer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='optimistic views of mine'/><title type='text'>Electrify</title><content type='html'>I went out a couple of weeks ago and bought a cheap pair of football cleats. The cleats worked for the moment. However they felt very cheap in the material from which they were made.  So I bought a different pair recently. As you, the reader, may already know I own or have owned many pairs of shoes. All of which I use in various different activities. By no means do I pay full price for them either I’ll admit I get them at a bargain price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new acquisitions are my new Reebok NFL Electrify Football cleats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XQZSViyr4vw/ThSZ-ntOHQI/AAAAAAAAAJM/p3V2z43U_xQ/s1600/electrify.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XQZSViyr4vw/ThSZ-ntOHQI/AAAAAAAAAJM/p3V2z43U_xQ/s320/electrify.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626291135582182658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is precisely the type of playing attitude I need on the football field as much as off the field. Granted it is only intramural flag football, yet who’s to say I shouldn't’t add more excitement to my everyday life? Lately as well I’ve gone running in the mornings three times a week. I began my running route that I came up with various years ago. Consisting of hills, stairs, sprints, and varying drills. I’m in nowhere near in fit condition to complete the 6k course as I once used to; however I’m getting there little by little. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with all of this I’ve found many other activities in which to occupy my time. I have a new calling in which delegates much responsibility. I must then be match fit and life fit from here on out more than before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-6745106348093602904?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/6745106348093602904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2011/07/electrify.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/6745106348093602904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/6745106348093602904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2011/07/electrify.html' title='Electrify'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XQZSViyr4vw/ThSZ-ntOHQI/AAAAAAAAAJM/p3V2z43U_xQ/s72-c/electrify.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-6336200512888280783</id><published>2011-06-29T16:42:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T16:50:53.079-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='optimistic views of mine'/><title type='text'>Holiday perception</title><content type='html'>I suppose if you haven't checked out the video yet you should.  But by now everyone has seen it.  I think its funny, but my roommates get a laugh all the time.  &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/25612208"&gt;500 Days of Provo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, that's not what I want to blog about entirely.  Today has been a long day, and I'm looking forward to the ending of it.  There's quite the holiday ahead for me with a lot to do.  A little secret about me, this is my favorite Holiday after Christmas.  Christmas is great, and its super important.  But take away that Holiday and I'm going to say the 4th is the best.  Fireworks, outdoors, and fun.  I might just even take a hike on Friday.  I have a 2 liter kelty pack I bought over the winter to go along with trail runners that need to be put to the test.  Friday sounds like the ideal day.  I mean I have it off, and it would help me in getting my dark brown skin again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-6336200512888280783?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/6336200512888280783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2011/06/holiday-perception.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/6336200512888280783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/6336200512888280783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2011/06/holiday-perception.html' title='Holiday perception'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-2955724807281502603</id><published>2011-06-28T09:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T11:14:15.805-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='optimistic views of mine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>The re release of (500) Days of Provo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/25612208"&gt;500 Days of Provo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-2955724807281502603?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/2955724807281502603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2011/06/re-release-of-500-days-of-provo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/2955724807281502603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/2955724807281502603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2011/06/re-release-of-500-days-of-provo.html' title='The re release of (500) Days of Provo'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-8031369925770928436</id><published>2011-06-16T00:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T00:51:46.087-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='likes and dislikes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='optimistic views of mine'/><title type='text'>Two Fives</title><content type='html'>There's one thing I am very proud of and thats my memory.  But, recently I have let it down.  I always keep forgetting names, and such things including my blog.  So now that I have stated that I suppose but to write a few things.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, it's sad I cannot make a trip to California at the end of this month.  Truly I just can't.  I was looking forward to it.  &lt;br /&gt;Second, I have learned to play Liars Dice, and regardless of anything else I have become facinated with the game so much I found &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Liar's_dice#Basic_dice_odds"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; on wiki. Those equations fascinate me. I won the last game that I played by defying the odds.(i'm sure it was mere luck)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, life is of the upmost importance to me at the moment.  It really is.  This time of the year is always a turning point for me in my life.  Its not January, but June, when the sun is out that gets me running around.  Last year was fun with all the moments that I had.  And this year appears ever so promising.  With that said, I just want to state I haven't lost my optimism.  I may ask pessimistic things, but that's just me, trying to solve my own issues at the present time.  Not that my issues are anything to elaborate on, c'mon we all have them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last, its time to have fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-8031369925770928436?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/8031369925770928436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2011/06/two-fives.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/8031369925770928436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/8031369925770928436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2011/06/two-fives.html' title='Two Fives'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-3146631771029955304</id><published>2011-04-11T12:01:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T12:07:53.351-06:00</updated><title type='text'>4 11 (the info on this month)</title><content type='html'>We had a fantasy baseball party last night.  I felt that my ultimate jock and nerd were on display.  Literally, I was happy to join Fantasy Baseball once more with my friends.  It had been a few seasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing fine, better than I had expected.  I wrote it all down in my previous post called Wedges.  Things, are now going to look better and I look forward to the coming summer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've met some cool people rescently.  Well in the past semester.  I home teach some of them, and others have just made this area of where I live feel alive again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, its a workday, so back to work work work work work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-3146631771029955304?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/3146631771029955304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2011/04/4-11-info-on-this-month.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/3146631771029955304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/3146631771029955304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2011/04/4-11-info-on-this-month.html' title='4 11 (the info on this month)'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-1561043119965078104</id><published>2011-04-09T00:25:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T10:52:17.592-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='optimistic views of mine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Wedges</title><content type='html'>The semester is gone, and soon a new summer will come to pass.  Another conference has come about, and a constant reminder of what is expected of me.  I will tell you straight up I think about it every day.  Those of you who have known me for sometime know me that well to understand about it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this entry is detailed, and here lies the truth.  For years now almost three I have inserted myself in relationships.  Some have turned out to be great friendships.  Others I've made my intentions clear and dated the girls of my interest.  But, as these relationships came and went I found myself not giving up on a few.  They all know now what I felt, and feel for them now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first, being the one that for the longest time I felt that it could have happened.  We both found out, and to no avail, we could not set our pride down and make it work.  Its a shame really, cause I don't think things could be the same anymore, I try but its too difficult for me.  Then we talked again, and came to terms of just friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next happened, I dreamt of her all the time and dream girl she was nicknamed.  What an experience.  To be the guy that fully treats the girl the very best, just being the great guy wasn't enough.  Anything you can think of was done to show this girl that I did like her.  I even saved her life, I was the hero in every way.  But, free will is a great thing, I do what i can, and i would like for the girl to take the step too, together type of thing.  She took the step, but let me know that I would not be the one to move forward with her.  We've thus have spoken and things will be fine.  Dreamgirl, i hold no regrets or hard feelings.  I'm glad we spoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this time frame my interest grew for a girl from the lands of north.  The catch, the best friend.  But this never fully developed at once, it took time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came along the girl from the local valley of which i live in.  She told me she liked me, and i started liking her back.  To be honest, her communication skills lacked.  But, with the irony, she was always straight up with me.  One evening after a date in SLC she let me know upfront she was not ready for a serious relationship, I promised not to give up, i told her that.  ANd she knew.  But she never let me continue.  I felt I had been set up towards failure.  And things well have fallen out, and I soon realized, Until she could communicate fully with me, I've closed her out.  I cannot be with someone who is not open with me fully.  This one hurt, cause i held on to very few but essential moments, specially a flower she made for me, as she said.  But things move on, i have no more regrets, and i know I gave it what I had.  Kudos to her for beating me just about every time in basketball.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came a sweet and unique girl.  I trust her very much.  And I really want her as a friend.  She's always been sincere, and quiet.  she may judge my every action, and perhaps be pessimistic, but never once has she made me feel bad, or of no worth.  We talked, and I not fully knowing how i felt, am glad to be her friend from here forth.  I worry about my friends.  I show them all support as i can.  And well I know she's awesome for who she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THen this girl from the lands of north.  The final wedge, the final girl I've held my feelings about.  I have felt that if things were not to happen between us I would be okay.  She's one of my dearest and close friends.  I do love her, as friends could ever love each other without a romantic relationship.  But, thats precisely what I wanted from her.  Once again, We talked, after three years of guessing, things came out, all things.  Friends, thats all, thats all she sees.  I respect that, and will move forward with it.  She's done much for me in how to treat a girl, in how to forgive mistakes, and accept people for who they are.  She may not have been the one for me.  But, certainly though it hurt, it was worth every shot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To conclude, I hold no hard feelings towards any of these fine daughters of God.  Each one has allowed my journey in this life to be of learning.  Without them I couldn't be who I am today.  I'm, Moroni, a son of God, a member of His Church.  I have a knowledge of the true Gospel of Christ, I know What i want, and what i need to do to get it.  Eternal life, exaltation, there's no other goal to be set, each step i take i'm closer.  I don't care how long it takes, I know it will happen with my faith in Christ.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's much to move forward with.  And I've found closure with every one of these girls. The words may be the same, the reminders constant, but i have nothing to fear as i'm doing what i need to do. There's a bright future, and my days are known, and my years shall not be numbered less.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-1561043119965078104?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/1561043119965078104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2011/04/wedges.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/1561043119965078104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/1561043119965078104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2011/04/wedges.html' title='Wedges'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-3171916818359859073</id><published>2011-03-14T22:19:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T18:26:17.822-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='likes and dislikes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football and soccer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='optimistic views of mine'/><title type='text'>(500) Days of Provo</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/25612208?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" width="400" height="300" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/25612208"&gt;(500) Days of Provo&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user7578644"&gt;Porter Hoskins&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&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/21574807-3171916818359859073?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/3171916818359859073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2011/03/500-days-of-provo.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/3171916818359859073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/3171916818359859073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2011/03/500-days-of-provo.html' title='(500) Days of Provo'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-3572320744793719605</id><published>2011-03-10T00:41:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T01:16:17.477-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='optimistic views of mine'/><title type='text'>The fear of rejection</title><content type='html'>Last night I woke up at around 3:30AM.  It was not a nightmare, yet it was a dream that did bring a touch of fear to me.  I dreamt that I was with a certain girl.The dream started off with me asking her out on a date to which she agreed.  In this particular dream it came from her perspective.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she was on the phone agreeing to the date she put her phone down as soon as I had finished talking with her.  She was in disgust and stated, "ewww I can't believe he just asked me out."  She shook her shoulders in disgust and told her roommate about how much of a burden I had just added to her by calling.  Granted in real life I've been out with her several times a while back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the dream we talked about all sorts of things in our lives.  And she brought up the topic concerning "us".  All she said is that it needs be that I must ask and find out.  Regardless of the outcome I should say something quick, and live with the results.  But that the time was quickly coming to an end. I've debated all day as to what i should do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps its more of a loss of self confidence in my part.  Of course I could just be imagining the worst.  But, I need to take worthwhile risk in order to get anything good started.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be fearing rejection everytime I ask a girl out.  Then I remember that there isn't anything to fear that in my life hasn't been overcome before. I guess I just have to make the decision.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is this girl? Those who know me may know, she may even be reading this herself.  If it happens then so be it.  How things will come about I don't know.  But, I did find a video of the ultimate surge of self-confidence in cinema to lift up my spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/fwixq7fff-Q" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-3572320744793719605?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/3572320744793719605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2011/03/fear-of-rejection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/3572320744793719605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/3572320744793719605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2011/03/fear-of-rejection.html' title='The fear of rejection'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/fwixq7fff-Q/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-6949950120927313992</id><published>2011-03-03T22:28:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T15:54:40.729-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football and soccer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='optimistic views of mine'/><title type='text'>Just another week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/190036_10150161890889050_542054049_8458203_3347732_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 540px; height: 720px;" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/190036_10150161890889050_542054049_8458203_3347732_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has had a different funk to it all together.  In our intramural teams we've been on a getting better scale.  Regarding my teammates, I'm not too worried about their skills, they have them.  Each one of them has a unique strength they bring to the table.  Making sure that it works together is the challenging part.  We've lost our last two games, but the effort has been present.  There's only one thing to do and that is win from here on with our best effort. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we get the news of Brandon Davies.  Its just a sad day, and well the BYU basketball team is trying to adjust as best as they can.  I can see that the team will carry on giving all it has.  What else is expected?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand life has been pretty chill.  There's nothing to complain about.  And thats a blessing in itself.  I hope that soon things get moving onwards.  I'm excited about a movie my FHE group is making.  I'll definitely post it here on this wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dating life?  meh?  lets just see where it goes for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-6949950120927313992?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/6949950120927313992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2011/03/just-another-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/6949950120927313992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/6949950120927313992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2011/03/just-another-week.html' title='Just another week'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-4486254320916418211</id><published>2011-02-18T11:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T11:52:11.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Making it count</title><content type='html'>“Every dollar counts and every morning hurts&lt;br /&gt;We mostly work to live until we live to work”&lt;br /&gt;-Vampire Weekend – Run – Contra (album released Jan 2010) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This lyric could not be any more precise.  At least for some of our lives right now during these times.  Most everyone I know right now is in a time period much like mine.  In where we receive the education we need to do that which hopefully brings us happiness. I'm continuing to strive on my goal to be an educator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from that it’s a three day weekend for me, perhaps for most of you as well.  I hope it can be a fun one.  And wherever you may be right now, be it a school, clinic, hospital, at home, a copy center, a studio, restaurant, bank and or office, a practice field, make sure to make every dollar count.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-4486254320916418211?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/4486254320916418211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2011/02/making-it-count.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/4486254320916418211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/4486254320916418211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2011/02/making-it-count.html' title='Making it count'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-3727867408011674128</id><published>2011-02-16T22:05:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T10:40:00.048-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='optimistic views of mine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>And so it goes</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a day that could repeat itself over just like in the movie with Bill Murray. But with every new day I get the chance to put that prior day behind me. I suppose we all have our ways of moving ahead with whatever we have going on. And for me it feels that I've ran quite a bit. If I have to keep going then so be it. I've still much to accomplish. One part of a movie that has so many ways to look at it gives me a lot of hope. Even if the protagonist himself says he doesn't really know. I have my own meaning to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AN8kAjbuCIA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&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/AN8kAjbuCIA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="349"&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/21574807-3727867408011674128?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/3727867408011674128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2011/02/and-so-it-goes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/3727867408011674128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/3727867408011674128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2011/02/and-so-it-goes.html' title='And so it goes'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-2889363949121079111</id><published>2011-02-07T14:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T14:43:38.304-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football and soccer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Pizza</title><content type='html'>So the Packers won, and well the end of the football season has rushed along with it.  Oh well. Aside from the football woes I’ve had a string of great days.  This past Friday was a good example.  I arrived late to work so as to take care of errands in the morning.  From there I had lunch already ordered for me.  I have a good co-worker named Mike.  He bet that San Diego State would beat BYU.  I took him up on it and well BYU won.  So he owed me pizza from the &lt;a href="http://www.thepie.com"&gt;∏&lt;/a&gt; pizzeria.  It was a surprise to me since the game was placed so long ago.  The day moved quickly for me afterwards and sooner than I thought I was on my way home.  While waiting in the car for traffic to make sense in the freeway I was listening to the radio.  At that moment the radio jockey announced the opportunity to win free pizza.  Ha!  What nonsense I thought, I had pizza already this day.  But you had to be caller seven to win pizza.  So, the lady gave the number to call over the radio, and I called all while traffic was at a halt of nonsense. I won, I was caller seven.  Perhaps by default cause well who listens to the radio anymore?  But now I have to go pick up my free pizza voucher for the &lt;a href="http://www.mysantamonicapizza.com/"&gt;Santa Monica Pizza &amp; pasta Co&lt;/a&gt;.  Now to decide when to eat the pizza, or even if to share it with anyone in particular who would like to.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.  In other news Friday, February 11, 2011 9PM @ the IPF we have a soccer game, come watch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-2889363949121079111?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/2889363949121079111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2011/02/pizza.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/2889363949121079111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/2889363949121079111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2011/02/pizza.html' title='Pizza'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-5893212281041045589</id><published>2011-02-05T23:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T23:08:30.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Sunday!  Go Packers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background:url(http://jacktimes.com/media/files/2010/10/green-bay-packers.jpg) no-repeat;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-5893212281041045589?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/5893212281041045589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2011/02/super-sunday-go-packers.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/5893212281041045589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/5893212281041045589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2011/02/super-sunday-go-packers.html' title='Super Sunday!  Go Packers!'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-3864785026880045468</id><published>2011-02-02T23:34:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T16:23:14.053-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><title type='text'>Hermione</title><content type='html'>Hermione Granger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently in discussing the ever so common, yet important topic of dating, with a few friends. I've been asked once more why I want a Hermione Granger type of girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well of course it is somewhat in the following manner. Hermione is selfless and stands up for herself. At the beginning of the novels she's alone and unique. Finding herself in emotional sorrow for being misunderstood. Eventually she becomes friends with Ron and Harry. While assisting in all of their troubles, and helping Ron and Harry to get the best of Malfoy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's the one that is loyal to them. Sticks up for those who can't or are at in disadvantage. She's intelligent and studious with always the goal of completing her task. She becomes proud of her muggle born background. She's the one that stands in service to others. She's completely selfless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, its not difficult to find a woman such as her. The difficulty is finding the connection with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally am not looking for a Bella type. I'm sorry, its just not my thing. Hermione is my type, and not some completely helpless girl who can't make up her mind like Bella. Hermione makes my efforts and actions seem worth the fight for her and not for Bella.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-3864785026880045468?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/3864785026880045468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2011/02/hermione.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/3864785026880045468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/3864785026880045468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2011/02/hermione.html' title='Hermione'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-4763731076686679840</id><published>2011-01-29T02:13:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T02:31:14.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>some Details</title><content type='html'>I saw Peter Pan two nights ago.  And, lets be frank, I feel as if I don't want to grow up.  Then reality strikes, and I allow myself to become aware that I'll grow up in all the ways necessary.  My inner child will forever be within me.  I'm not trying to lose that innocence ever in my life.  I need it for when I become a parent.  Heaven forbid I raise my children in an utterly serious of homes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside I must hit the overstated fact of finding the one.  Of course she exist, there may be more than one out there that can fill the gap in my life. However only one is needed.  I look around and all I see is the essential qualities.  Many girls here where I reside have them.  But, what is holding me back then?  Could it be myself, my own worst enemy?  Conventional reasoning would definitely suppose that my oddity is the reason alone why I may not be suitable.  But, how many times have I not pleaded to my Father to guide me?  He has, and what I receive is sure knowledge that I am not to leave this place just yet.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To set the matter straight so many choices have been placed, and so many have been incorrect.  Aside from many good ones of course.  But, this one choice of choices has not yet presented itself to its fullest fashion.  Is it then only great to know, that in all preparation this is the choice I'm allowed to make right?  I've mishandled other important things, and have been blessed to comeback and stand up again.  For that I'm grateful, and every challenge is being met.  I am truly myself once more.  I am that person who I was before things were lost and life was put on hold.  My decisions are precise these days.  And hardly do I feel like I make goals without an end in mind.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My desires are full of charity.  Full of hope, and a desire to help those around me.  I have so many opportunities to do so.  Keeping them quiet is a task in itself.  But so satisfying is the feeling.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have much to achieve yet, and though it may be later in life, I have all eternity left in my to make correct decisions.  This I know, this is a blessing.  I have not had to meet the challenges presented yet in relationships gone bad.  I feel bad for those who have had to.  But, I know that in faith all things can be worked on.  And in order to exercise such faith I must continue in my things towards magnifying myself as a son of God.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To whatever end this may lead good things are bound to happen.  I'm sure of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-4763731076686679840?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/4763731076686679840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2011/01/some-details.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/4763731076686679840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/4763731076686679840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2011/01/some-details.html' title='some Details'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-3555355916678285285</id><published>2011-01-21T12:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T12:05:47.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday's second post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lifeintheoffice.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/06/boredom.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 428px; height: 238px;" src="http://lifeintheoffice.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/06/boredom.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A teammate is out for this Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;Another teammate is nursing his hip, hopefully he’ll be ready to go&lt;br /&gt;I’m doing good&lt;br /&gt;I am going to stop by at ROSS later and TjMaXx too.&lt;br /&gt;I need to work on the spreadsheet sometime soon for the soccer rotation&lt;br /&gt;I’m hungry&lt;br /&gt;The shirts are cool I think&lt;br /&gt;I need to pump the balls up to have them ready for the soccer game.&lt;br /&gt;Canada 2 is having a party at our place, rockband, you  should be there&lt;br /&gt;I’m still hungry&lt;br /&gt;I like turtles&lt;br /&gt;I'm at work, working, and doing things, I just feel a case of the anxiety filled friday&lt;br /&gt;I think i might have the mean reds, my friend tiger lily knows what i mean&lt;br /&gt;I hate that i haven't had a good pupusa in months&lt;br /&gt;Life is great and i'm trying to live it&lt;br /&gt;The 49ers should keep Alex Smith, one more season&lt;br /&gt;I miss old friends&lt;br /&gt;I need to start soccer soon&lt;br /&gt;Am i the only one, but did the THOR and GREEN LANTERN trailers look awful or what?&lt;br /&gt;Why did the NFL season end with the Patriots losing?&lt;br /&gt;Under Armor is steadily becoming a favorite brand of mine in clothing.&lt;br /&gt;There's obviously something missing &lt;br /&gt;Soon to be found hopefuly&lt;br /&gt;but till then i'm going to go have a piece of cheesecake in the breakroom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-3555355916678285285?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/3555355916678285285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2011/01/fridays-second-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/3555355916678285285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/3555355916678285285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2011/01/fridays-second-post.html' title='Friday&apos;s second post'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-8022166966095860578</id><published>2011-01-20T23:51:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T00:03:17.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bounty Hunters FC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs782.ash1/167228_543115217621_203002014_31574814_6855571_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 431px; height: 720px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs782.ash1/167228_543115217621_203002014_31574814_6855571_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I may have already mentioned, soccer is here finally for my team.( This Saturday 12pm Jan 22, at the Indoor Practice Facility just west of the fieldhouse, BE THERE:) )  We have waited a while and everyone is pumped for it.  We have what I think may be the best team assembled thus far in my time spent in co-ed intramurals.  But thats only as true as we can prove it to be.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone of us have our assignments.  We know what is expected.  And we're playing a team that we have played before.  The opposing team is called REturn of Big Green.  We've been teammates with them before, and we tied with them last year in our first game.  It should be a good game between two teams that are friends, yet competitive.  If you know anyone on the team you should come.  Come cheer, cause we vastly enjoy having you there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**about the picture, thanks to my friend Neil for the graphics!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-8022166966095860578?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/8022166966095860578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2011/01/bounty-hunters-fc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/8022166966095860578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/8022166966095860578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2011/01/bounty-hunters-fc.html' title='Bounty Hunters FC'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-4760743050696755659</id><published>2011-01-19T22:15:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T22:36:17.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FC RED SOX</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/hs005.snc6/165573_543065137981_203002014_31574058_5780872_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 361px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/hs005.snc6/165573_543065137981_203002014_31574058_5780872_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of yesterday, I realized how much I miss competitive soccer.  So, I went and supported my good friend Diane in her game.  I remember the last time she played on a team. I was in it and we lost bad everytime.  This time it was not like that. This time her team destroyed the opposing squad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I couldn't help but analyze the teams.  Diane's squad is in no way perfect.  Their infrastructure is partly non existant. Pure talent beat the other team that night. The other team plain and simply couldn't play.  They had the wrong equipment, and their girl players are not taken into consideration.  Their goalie even tried to do too much by stepping completely out of the field various times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless. We have a game January 22nd, 12pm on Saturday.  Be there, come watch, we're playing against former teammates.  Its bound to be good.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On other notes, I'm glad for promptings that come from the spirit.  Two have happend recently and I've had the chance to follow through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-4760743050696755659?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/4760743050696755659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2011/01/fc-red-sox.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/4760743050696755659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/4760743050696755659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2011/01/fc-red-sox.html' title='FC RED SOX'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-6582583067984843725</id><published>2010-12-20T23:52:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T00:08:28.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas in the moon</title><content type='html'>It has been remarkably quiet for the last few days. The absence of fun roommates and ever welcomed visitors. My neighbors have come over and that's been a great way to pass the time. The routine stays the same, up early, and gone to work all day. Home at the evening and ready to get in a little bit of play. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss a lot of my friends and look forward to going home for the specific time of the holiday. There's tons of parking all around. A highlight so far was on Sunday. I stayed up late and forgot that Church was earlier than the usual time. Thus I arrived late and with a face of maybe someone should have drank a cup of coffee. Not that I would I'm just sayin' for sayins' sake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good hour of church and it was over. However a suggestion was given, and as a surprise I listened. My friends in my ward wanted to go to Hobble Creek. Being that its a retirement home in nearby Springville the time of the season could not allow for the suggestion to be rejected. After all our elderly friends have been a little neglected. We used to go every week, then our attendance lacked ever so great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left after an unofficial ward Brunch to Hobble Creek. We found no one at the home. I had forgotten that one of my Michigan friends had advised me of the empty home. Gratefully with the help of my none apple smart phone I made a few calls to other retirement homes. And, they were too busy or had others doing the same thing of singing carols for the old folks later that day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the nurses told me however of a retirement home that had just taken in the Hobble Creek residents. I got the information and contacted Art City Retirement home. They were happy to have us over immediately. And we did and we reunited with our old friends. We sang carols and had the presence of a violin and a viola, accompanied of course by our friend Katie at the piano. What a Sabbath it was. What a great feeling. And what else was greater than to see the joy in the folks seeing us again. They thought we had forgotten them but were glad we found them. It brought a great cause of emotion to us all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now, Merry Christmas to all of you, may you be safe and warm, and happy with your families.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-6582583067984843725?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/6582583067984843725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-in-moon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/6582583067984843725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/6582583067984843725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-in-moon.html' title='Christmas in the moon'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-5619813219648856438</id><published>2010-12-12T00:25:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T00:57:25.337-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football and soccer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='optimistic views of mine'/><title type='text'>Aggressive expansion, so we'll have, tryouts... make it quick.</title><content type='html'>Three years ago, not so long really. We had an intramural soccer team here at BYU. To say the least it was Co-ed. And that means there's tons of thinking of one gender being superior to the other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In no case am I saying that genders have the advantage of the other. The intramural rules just happen to be old fashion. But, are they really? If its looked in that manner yeah issues and discouragement come about. And that's precisely what happened. We lost every game, and we would lose bad, 10-0, 11-0, 16-1, you get the picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After losing every time soccer was no longer fun. It was terrible, and just a waste of time. Priority was not given to the one hour of play we got every two weeks. Therefore we were pretty much begging our teammates to come participate. Could they be blamed? They very well could not. The game was embarrassing, and stressful, and change needed to come quick, yet it took its time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second year came about, and my friend Roger and I were pumped. We remembered our experience from before, and hoped not to be repeated. We made the decision to recruit from our ward again. This time however after we had a list of 40 interested people we decided to hold tryouts. This came obviously as an annoyance to some, indifference, and well a small frustration. Desire however was shown, and those who brightly showed it were selected. And, there were lots of people who just never showed up for tryouts and were cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were there problems afterwards? Yes, and that was expected. However our opponents were defeated during regular play, and in the postseason. We lost though, but we played hard, and everyone became really great friends. There was motivation and a good desire to come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now its the third season of co-ed soccer intramural, and tryouts were today. Can I just say so far things looked really good. There's some good talent, and I think we'll have good depth. But that was just the first round of tryouts. As soon as we get more time, there will be further evaluations processed. Its intense, its really fun i think, its competitive, and hopefully we'll win. Its just key that we have people show up to the tryouts and to the games. Its important that there's commitment to it. Not as much as to say you'll miss school and homework, rather just that you'll be sure to complete those in order to play. Yeah, Intramural soccer its pretty prestigious stuff, and I'm happy to be a part of it once more for my fifth season. Soon we'll post pictures, and maybe even give ourselves a new team name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-5619813219648856438?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/5619813219648856438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/12/aggressive-expansion-so-well-have.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/5619813219648856438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/5619813219648856438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/12/aggressive-expansion-so-well-have.html' title='Aggressive expansion, so we&apos;ll have, tryouts... make it quick.'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-7361052184130580470</id><published>2010-12-03T00:44:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T00:58:00.494-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football and soccer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='optimistic views of mine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>My life is great</title><content type='html'>Life is awesome.  And when i say it is sometimes unexpected things happen.  Life is a bit of a cryptic universe, and thats why it may be a giant learning experience.  On one negative note, I yelled at someone to Shut up today.  I don't feel bad in doing so, as it was clearly needed.  But, nonetheless it remained in my mind.  But, it was just Volleyball, as much fun as it is, its not soccer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New paragraph, for those who need them.  Hey, life is great, because of this the most important things are readily available.  To those who life is not great, sometimes I think sight of the such things have been lost in part by them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is amazing, and so is everyone in them.  Positive relationships, I enjoy them, and I hope I can be a positive most often.  To my ever pretty wind in her hair friend, thanks for always stopping by.  And to my friends who have ventured to other soccer teams, best of luck.  And to my other friends, hey lets keep hanging out, going out, cooking stuff, and just laughing and maybe even play Halo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for Lebron James, he's just another dude getting a fat paycheck, sorry Cleveland that is all i have to say about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i.cdn.turner.com/si/multimedia/photo_gallery/1012/lebron.returns.to.cleveland/images/lebron-cleveland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 641px; height: 412px;" src="http://i.cdn.turner.com/si/multimedia/photo_gallery/1012/lebron.returns.to.cleveland/images/lebron-cleveland.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/21574807-7361052184130580470?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/7361052184130580470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-life-is-great.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/7361052184130580470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/7361052184130580470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-life-is-great.html' title='My life is great'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-4219180283379205306</id><published>2010-11-27T22:10:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T23:58:02.079-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football and soccer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='optimistic views of mine'/><title type='text'>A Thankful Perspective</title><content type='html'>I have always felt Southwest Airline's statement of wanting to get away to be very true.  For sometime now I've been longing for a good time away from where I reside.  In no way do I mean to venture and say that I dislike anything about where I am, or who I spend my time with in Utah.  Its just that getting away is so satisfyingly relaxing that I've come to appreciate Provo as much as where I was headed.  In this case my dear state of California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the build of my anticipatation, I thought of those things which I wanted to do.  First off, I wanted to be the one to drive out of Utah.  I didn't want to bring a book with me.  I read enough as it is in other settings I just didn't want to waste my time hung up on a book when I could be appreciating my surroundings.  Even if it was dark outside.  I wanted to spend time with my father seeing that in his age I want to be able to spend as much time as possible with him.  He's far from being gone, but he's just at a perfect age of when Father's are great.  Knowing that withing the trip he'd fall asleep, I would be able to have time to ponder in one of the most appropriate of settings in which anyone could put thought into anything about everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my parents arrived in Provo I took over and did those things.  It wasn't that long of a drive either, but I took it non-stop to Vegas.  At that time I thought of great people from LV.  My cousins, my aunt, my current curly haired funny volleyball teammate.  As well as that girl who enjoys books by any author, yet has failed to read The Hobbit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha regardless, passing Vegas essentially is just that, passing. At least on this trip.  We arrived at my aunt and uncles no later after that.  And thanksgiving day was officially in effect.  I have to admit, it was fun from the start.  I texted some friends, hung out with my cousins, played football, had four great catches as a receiver.  Felt the frustration of being a Quaterback who could launch the ball out there like a bullet (at least compared to the others) and have the receiver drop the ball when clearly he should have caught it  Turkey bowl, check, shower, check, patriots vs lions on tv, check, patriots win, we eat turkey, have the missionaries over, and bam, hit the sack for the early evening nap. :)  Gosh lots to be greatful for of course.  But, you know that I let you know if  i'm greatful for you.  At least I hope you have felt that from me in our friendship at any stage.  I rather show it in a more private manner.  The same goes with other things, with the exception of bearing a testimony at church, there seems just no other way around that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off I went through the streets of Los Angeles, visited Griffith Park Observatory.  Saw some stars, saw the city lights, saw the ocean, hiked a small mountain, went out to eat with my family at Shakey's Pizza.  Gah, watched the Jazz beat the Lakers.  Had fun doing it though, cause I enjoy seeing my mother be a big Jazz fan.  She played hoops in college so she knows her stuff.  Except she's a jazz fan.  Got it all done as best as we could.  We came home and went to sleep.  Today we went to the mall for some christmas window shopping.  I found nothing of great note, but got some ideas.  All in all, I'm in no hurry to come back to Utah, but I will in due time.  And after every awesome trip, I think I'll hope to have a great new way of perspective.  And slowly get rid of those bitter thoughts that plague my mind.  Till then i'm in California thinking of all the great things I have in my life.  Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-4219180283379205306?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/4219180283379205306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-have-always-felt-southwest-airlines.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/4219180283379205306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/4219180283379205306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-have-always-felt-southwest-airlines.html' title='A Thankful Perspective'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-6752972579183211081</id><published>2010-11-19T11:02:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T11:23:06.923-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football and soccer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='optimistic views of mine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Constants and Variable-Randoms</title><content type='html'>Early rising this morning is a common occurrence as of late.  As I’ve written many times it comes down to either catching the bus, or making my way up the freeway in my very own vehicle.   Sounds like life just revolves in a never ending circle of routine.  But, how true is that statement?  I thought about it a bit and there’s a constant with this never ending circle.  And that is Pi!  Thank goodness to Pi which is infinite and never repeating.  Pi or so does not follow a pattern and that is where pi never repeats itself.  There is no sequence of numbers (life) that will repeat following a definite pattern.   At least I would like to think of it this way for now.  I suppose I’m saying things may happen similarly, and the situations may seem familiar or very well known, but do they happen in the same order every time?  Same people or different people?  Locations? Situation?  Time?  (then again I would say this only applies to matters out of our hands)  I’m sure anyone can make their life so much like Harold Cricks at the beginning of the movie in which he was a character.  Anyone may in fact as Harold, make their life so boring filled to the point of monotonous precision.  But what’s the point of life without a variable-random?&lt;br /&gt;Well now that I’ve made a complete fool of myself in thought, I must direct you back to the circle of never ending blabber.  I enjoy the familiar situations that place themselves before me.  The main reason is due because I feel experienced enough to get a grip on what needs to be done.   &lt;br /&gt;Granted what else is there to mention concerning my situations and patterns life has taken?  Well for starters we failed to advance in our intramural soccer tournament once more past the third round.  It was a lot of fun, and I’d like to thank our supporters who came out to watch with a sincere and grateful, thanks.  We really played with an enhanced force when your cheerful and thundering presence was about the sidelines.  &lt;br /&gt;BYU basketball is in full force and I think I have developed a love/hate relationship with Jimmer’s style of play.   He’s stupendous and a genius with the ball about 90% of the time.  He’s got the skill by far, its very well known how great he is we all know that.  But the hate comes from the mad ball hogging skills that are shown in such an evident manner.   In all consideration though, whenever he passes  the ball there isn’t a super reliable Scottie Pippen like sidekick to finish off the play.  But, nonetheless as the school’s song goes. &lt;br /&gt;Wear the White and Blue.&lt;br /&gt;While we sing, get set to spring.&lt;br /&gt;Come on Cougars, it's up to you!&lt;br /&gt;I’m excited for the rest of the season, I’m sure they’ll go far.  Hopefully I’ll see some of you at one of the games. &lt;br /&gt;Before I conclude let me influence your thought towards dating.  At least that’s what older males tend to do in being stuck in the older male way of doing things.   Do as you want, do what you think is right, I could get on a bigger soapbox, but have you really sat in on those conversations people have?  Perhaps not, but know that the adaptation of letting things develop is nothing new.  Its old, and its obvious,  and it has its benefits.  Too harsh and bitter in my words?  Mistaken and out of context?  Perhaps, but it was still a generalization deserving  a defensive advocate at the moment.  Things turn out for people, there’s a whole set of photos of those who’ve made it across to the married side, but was it without trial?  Of course not!  It was with adversity of all types, yet full of joy in the most memorable of times.  And perhaps that’s what a vast majority of us still have to go through.  The tunnel isn’t that long, but it’s constant every time.  The differing pattern may be that we don’t all walk at the same pace.  Its evident cause we all make our own choices influenced by our own train of thoughts.    cheers and love ya all still.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-6752972579183211081?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/6752972579183211081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/11/constants-and-variable-randoms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/6752972579183211081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/6752972579183211081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/11/constants-and-variable-randoms.html' title='Constants and Variable-Randoms'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-7142869450641881478</id><published>2010-11-13T02:27:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T02:33:19.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3d sculptures and clocks that work at all hours</title><content type='html'>I have a habit of staying up pretty late.  Specially when it appears that there will be a long day ahead of me.  Lets be honest, I don't sleep much either way.  Most of it is spent pondering and doing other menial things.  I haven't had a vivid dream about anything for about almost 2 months.  I regularly do though, and remember every last detail of the dreams.  I suppose I really wanted to stop dreaming a while back ago cause the dreams had turned into nightmares.  I don't wake up fully scared or crying as I used to when I was 2 or 3 years of age.  Yet, I do wake up brething heavily and rapid wit a look of surprise and relief.  What haunts me?   Perhaps thats an answwer reserved for a more personal face to face conversation.  HOwever today was a good day.  Extremely not the way i had planed for but it was okay.  There was lots of Ice Cream, talking, singing and playing of Rockband.  It was redeeminly wel off.  Could have ended more gracefully, but we're not all perfect yet.  Hahaha till next time everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-7142869450641881478?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/7142869450641881478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/11/3d-sculptures-and-clocks-that-work-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/7142869450641881478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/7142869450641881478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/11/3d-sculptures-and-clocks-that-work-at.html' title='3d sculptures and clocks that work at all hours'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-1860022244980266094</id><published>2010-11-08T21:22:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T21:28:33.991-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='optimistic views of mine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>♪♪ One and One and One is Three! ♪♪</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background:url(http://www.gizmodo.com/assets/resources/2006/11/normal_Abbey%20Desktop.jpg)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♪I know you, you know me, one thing I can tell you is you've got to be free♪&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FHE is one of those things that when people, come together, things can be rather interesting. We played a game where its hide and seek, but you move around a small area. In this case our living room here at the apartment was used. And well we had people standing on couches and dodging the blind seeker. The seeker also has to guess who you are by sheer knowledge of hair, shoes, feet, legs, face, etc. It doesn't get scandalous if you don't want it to be. So it's fun regardless I would suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are up and down in life. It feels like a teeter totter sometimes, and with the slightest movement things go haywire. But, the balance can be made, at least I know balance is possible, its just blasted difficult at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another item that brings me balance is the beatles. Perhaps overly cliché of me to say but its true. The fact that this is common in a lot of people only proves that they are among the best musicians of all time. (you heard me David)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very well, I have to admit that life in general can only be getting better, a little better all the time.&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/21574807-1860022244980266094?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/1860022244980266094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/11/one-and-one-and-one-is-three_08.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/1860022244980266094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/1860022244980266094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/11/one-and-one-and-one-is-three_08.html' title='♪♪ One and One and One is Three! ♪♪'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-1491101493266759354</id><published>2010-11-03T22:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T23:31:57.436-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='optimistic views of mine'/><title type='text'>A waste of time and money</title><content type='html'>This past Sunday was the fifth one of the past month. This is a special Sunday as it comes around only every so often. What made this a most intriguing Sabbath afternoon was the fact that our Bishop spoke to us concerning the meaning of relationships. And he was talking about the way to commit to relationships and how to make proper choices in them. &lt;br /&gt;Sounds familiar doesn't it? Everyone here at BYU has heard a talk from their Bishop concerning dating. But, hardly had I had the discussion with the whole ward in on it at the last block combined Relief Society and Elders Quorums. &lt;br /&gt;Bishop Brooks, made many great remarks, citing letters/emails he's received from his fellow students. &lt;br /&gt;He made some remarks and a few jokes to break the ice concerning why some of my peers are not married. It does mind boggle sometimes why the one friend he mentioned isn't, but hey neither am I. Then he read a letter. To summarize it the letter was somewhere around the following.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Bishop,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel i've done my "duty" in taking out the girls as much as I can. And it seems that they are all too interested in finishing their careers.............yada yada yada complaint yada yada.....It's the worst when the girl strings you out and there's nothing to show for it. It feels that they end up being a waste of my time and money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-unknown at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When this was read the men reacted in agreeing confirming that at one point or the other they have been burned by many or just one girl in particular. To my mind came three immediate girls. But, before this millisecond passed by, Bishop, from the pulpit, pointed to me, and jokingly stated, Moroni wrote that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet a burst of laughter from the rest of everyone who knew me. Needless to say I wasn't embarrassed nor upset about it. i simply acknowledged it, taking in on the credit to enhance the remark. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tis true I supposed, and still stand by this statement, I have felt that way many many times. How could I deny it? Its the worst for me though the waste of time rather than money. Money is replenished easily and sometimes in greater number. Time is another story all together, time is irreplaceable. Because I really do believe that while you waste time with one you lose time with another who could have potentially been better. All that comes to mind is this quote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[to Albert] One dance, one look, one kiss, that’s all we get, Albert. Just one shot, to make the difference between “happily ever after” and “Oh? He’s just some guy I went to some thing with once.” -Alex Hitchens&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One shot, hmmm maybe two or three just cause this is a place where we're all nice. Some haven't even had one it feels. The best thing is to keep trying. Optimism hasn't lost its place with me, nor should it. And, to those who have &lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs157.snc3/18445_528508399801_203002014_31197463_6980770_n.jpg"&gt;burned&lt;/a&gt; me its okay, I've gone through it before. I can't say that I like it, but I know things will fall into place sometime or another :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-1491101493266759354?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/1491101493266759354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/11/waste-of-time-and-money.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/1491101493266759354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/1491101493266759354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/11/waste-of-time-and-money.html' title='A waste of time and money'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-8570437544614242599</id><published>2010-11-02T23:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T23:40:36.684-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the rolling stones</title><content type='html'>I have a pain on my hip.  Am I getting old?  Of course, aren't we all?  Some of us have been around longer.  Some like to point it out to me quite a bit.  I have a somewhat sarcasticaly rude friend that used to point it out.  Now its as if thats not an issue anymore and its a term of endearment.  In texting with a friend I realized my super serious adult face comes out at work quite a bit.  At work I try to keep to professionalism as much as i can.  ANd well it's efficient enough to get me through the day and get the job done.  &lt;br /&gt;My hip soreness will go away soon i'm sure.  I obtained it while playing soccer I went up to head the ball and the other guy put his back on me so i went flying over him and landed on my right hip.  But, i got up to finish the defensive play. Then tonight in volley I got a sweet dig in which i had to slide to get to it, and it hurt getting up.  But, I finished the game.  &lt;br /&gt;I realize that finishing and finishing well is key to all things.  When I've started something I have, as Covey claims to say, start with the end in mind.  Anyways, there's much to say about a lot tonight.  But i'd rather fall asleep soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-8570437544614242599?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/8570437544614242599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/11/rolling-stones.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/8570437544614242599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/8570437544614242599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/11/rolling-stones.html' title='the rolling stones'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-334680132135333366</id><published>2010-11-02T00:05:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T00:44:12.758-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='optimistic views of mine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>dear _____</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7ppmdvXsMBE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&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/7ppmdvXsMBE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♪♪♪♪Dear Whomever, &lt;br /&gt;greet the brand new day&lt;br /&gt;The sun is up, the sky is blue&lt;br /&gt;It's beautiful and so are you&lt;br /&gt;Dear whomever won't you come out to play?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Whomever open up your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Dear Whomever see the sunny skies&lt;br /&gt;The wind is low the birds will sing&lt;br /&gt;That you are part of everything&lt;br /&gt;Dear Whomever won't you open up your eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look around round round&lt;br /&gt;Look around round round&lt;br /&gt;Oh look around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Whomever let me see you smile&lt;br /&gt;Dear Whomever like a little child&lt;br /&gt;The clouds will be a daisy chain&lt;br /&gt;So let me see you smile again&lt;br /&gt;Dear Whomever won't you let me see you smile?♪♪♪♪♪&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose i just wanted to share the parts of the lyrics I've been tuning my mind to all week.  Who do I sing it to?  I don't really know, I just keep placing a name here and there every now and again.  Originally the song is Prudence, but i've changed it to whomever as it randomly replaces itself in regards as to who i'm thinking about or what situation is happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've caught myself talking to myself at times just saying jibberish with these lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear maldy, wont you tie your shoe today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something to that effect, or like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear maldy, ask her out for another dayyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her face is cute, she smiles at you, every single dayyyy, so don't you be a jerk today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stuff like that.  Then I find myself at my destination point and I've daydreamed my way to wherever.  But, its got a good tune to it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't help that I played Beatles rockband with my friends.  So now its even more impressed in my mind.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in good news, things are great, life is optimistically good, and there's tons of things to do.  Tons of work in all aspects of life. So as the other song says, "life is very short and there's no time for &lt;a href="http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/04/bitterness.html"&gt;fussing&lt;/a&gt; and fighting my friend" :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-334680132135333366?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/334680132135333366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/11/dear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/334680132135333366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/334680132135333366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/11/dear.html' title='dear _____'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-6025278807195920269</id><published>2010-10-30T17:09:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T17:19:02.759-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween and stuff</title><content type='html'>Well, once more I made an impromptu &lt;a href="http://http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=203002014#!/photo.php?fbid=538522985491&amp;set=a.532231508661.2044068.203002014"&gt;costume&lt;/a&gt;.  My friend Candace let me borrow a Mexican national soccer team jersey.  &lt;br /&gt;Lets just set one record straight.  I don't dislike mexico.  But I do not root for their national soccer team.  I just can't, being from El Salvador I just can't.  Anyone from any other latin american country will agree with me that they stick to their home team when it comes to soccer.  But, they'll root for anyone playing againt the mexican team, unless of course if the fan is mexican.  But, once i rooted for mexico back in like 2002. They were playing Iran.  Regardless, my national soccer teams are USA and El Salvador, its tough being a Latino-Americano ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-6025278807195920269?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/6025278807195920269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/10/halloween-and-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/6025278807195920269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/6025278807195920269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/10/halloween-and-stuff.html' title='Halloween and stuff'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-5203561768089339764</id><published>2010-10-29T00:21:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T00:35:41.788-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Waking up in provo</title><content type='html'>That's our team name, and so far as a soccer team we've played as if we only got less than three hours of sleep for the night. Tonight no "thunder came rolling" around the skies. And it was okay, I mean thunder was probably found elsewhere. Because if the weather was any in the least bit awful the game could have been worse. There was a point in the game where the opposition had a corner kick. The ball came my way and entered directly into the box. Ideally I wanted to head the ball out, but I fell back into the box too much. I had some gloves on for cold purposes and instinctively (since I'm a goalie at heart) slapped the ball. My reaction could not have been any more full of foul words than just one coming from my mouth. It wasn't even loud it was sheer disappointment of myself. I had two good defensive deflections, on both occasions i was the last defender and an opposing player shot the ball from at least 7 to 5 feet apart. The timing was impeccable on both tries. I just got my outside foot as i read the guys shot and deflected the ball out of the way. Still, there's no way to make up the loss. Oh goodness, the worst games are not attended by thunder, but when they are my lightning does show. But its understandable and okay, there's no reason to try and make up for it. But, if you tried i wouldn't stop ya. The night ended well. I saw an intramural basketball game and was treated to a good showing of skill by my Wisconsinite, lebron loving friend. But that's all for tonight folks, its Friday and I need to wake up in Provo early tomorrow. Oh and for once in my life I sort of am leaning towards apathy on an issue, and I think that may be the only resolution, i'm trying to care though I just don't know if I want to just yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news my roommate Porter reminded me that we won in Volleyball tonight, yeah we crushed them, and it was fun.  We have an amazing player with curly hair.  the kids the bomb shiz in volleyball.  *(yeah i did just almost swear again but only to prove that the kid is a very talented volleyball smacking being from near Las Vegas Nevada friends with BlazedAgenda :&gt; )       Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-5203561768089339764?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/5203561768089339764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/10/waking-up-in-provo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/5203561768089339764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/5203561768089339764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/10/waking-up-in-provo.html' title='Waking up in provo'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-7246981179110962169</id><published>2010-10-27T14:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T14:32:36.413-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear utah, @2:30pm</title><content type='html'>♪the sun is up, the sky is blue, its beautiful and so are you♪&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-7246981179110962169?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/7246981179110962169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/10/dear-utah-230pm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/7246981179110962169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/7246981179110962169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/10/dear-utah-230pm.html' title='Dear utah, @2:30pm'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-3483735182447439869</id><published>2010-10-26T23:28:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T23:43:40.310-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Inevitable</title><content type='html'>Slush pass my feet &lt;br /&gt;Cold air to the lung&lt;br /&gt;no way I'm licking frost with my tongue&lt;br /&gt;I almost did fall thanks to the sleet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its inevitable that it would snow&lt;br /&gt;on this 10th month in its day 26&lt;br /&gt;there's probably a cup of hot chocolate I could fix &lt;br /&gt;Its inhabitable this we know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my feeling is greater than this beat&lt;br /&gt;I do so confess a snowball to have flung&lt;br /&gt;well it looked more full of dung&lt;br /&gt;It hit the ceiling and i must run before I become dead meat :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-3483735182447439869?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/3483735182447439869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/10/inhabitable.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/3483735182447439869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/3483735182447439869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/10/inhabitable.html' title='Inevitable'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-1552843334283825664</id><published>2010-10-25T11:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T15:30:21.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'>♪ Look outside at the raincoats coming, say Oh! ♪</title><content type='html'>What a weekend!  Good thing BYU football pulled the victory, although they almost let it slip away.  I, as it has now become apparent as like many others, have enjoyed the rain. The snow has already made me happy as the upcoming holiday excitement makes its way through the year.  But, I won’t blog about that yet.  I am excited for what lies ahead this week.  There’s a service activity that I thoroughly enjoyed last year, and the opportunity presents itself once more.  Raking leaves I think had never been that much fun as it was that year.  So I look forward to it again this next weekend. &lt;br /&gt;On other thoughts though, playing soccer has kept me excited about meeting new people.  In speaking with a friend who comes from the north were maples reside, a girls athleticness has become an inevitable criteria that I find attractive in a woman. But, only time will tell what conclusion will I come to in that subject by the time I’m completely and utterly in (dare I say or hope for it)  in love and committed to someone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now the other things worth mentioning is that basketball season is back this week.  Both college and NBA basketball will be back in action.  I’ve slowly become a bigger Jazz fan, but I’m still loyal forever to my LA Lakers, and well I have a BYU all sports pass, so I’ll be either cheering or criticizing Jimmer all season long.  Not that my opinion matters, but after all as the dude says, It’s like my opinion man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-1552843334283825664?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/1552843334283825664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/10/look-outside-raincoats-come-and-say-oh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/1552843334283825664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/1552843334283825664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/10/look-outside-raincoats-come-and-say-oh.html' title='♪ Look outside at the raincoats coming, say Oh! ♪'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-6353388638044215046</id><published>2010-10-22T13:49:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T13:56:45.675-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Open Monday - Fridays</title><content type='html'>It becomes necessary in everyone’s life to measure things by the week. More than ever when it is obvious the world revolves around that type of schedule. &lt;br /&gt;Monday was highly interesting with the birthday of a close friend&lt;br /&gt;Followed by Tuesday’s surprise of the passing away of my grandmother. Who was a few months shy of her 90th year mark. She’s in a better place completely now.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday I had to scramble to get things done, and as they got completed I was very much out of it by the time I arrived home. Took a long nap and was back at leisure with my roommates. Hung out with Canada and got some homemade pretzels. &lt;br /&gt;Thursday, what can be said of a day full of sports? To make it interesting it was a day when I was reminded of the magic of spontaneous occasions. Garlic hummus gave it a little twist and laughter. My mind was full of thought before I tried the hummus. Added to it was the frustration of losing at a silly game of Frisbee. Then off to a volleyball intramural game, lost it as well, but it was better since I enjoy volley a bit more. That hardly made sense didn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;Then a day again at the office and it is definitely the end of the work week around here. Fridays come and go, and people make it known with the uncreative TGIF remark that has become so pop around the world. To them I say IDK anything insulting that comes to mind, lol, hehehe, ttyl. &lt;br /&gt;For the first time I’ll mention something about dating in regards to me somewhat directly in this blog. Tonight as a Friday night I have a date. And, its blind, I have much to thank Easton for setting it up. Why I have agreed to such a type of style of date is beyond me at this point. As I have always made an attempt to stay away from blind dates. But, as most of whom read this anyway would know I enjoy going upstream on most things. But, tonight I just might go with the flow. Who cares it s a date, a chance to make a friend and find out about things pertaining to that person in particular. There isn’t much I haven’t been through as far as the dating scenario in Provo. So no matter what I suppose I shouldn’t be too surprised with any of the circumstances that may show up by tonight. &lt;br /&gt;In speaking with my roommates concerning dating life it has been my conclusion to avoid weirdoes. I’ve gotten to know my share. But, the vast majority have not been so weird. Some have become great friends. The sad ones are the one’s you just don’t ever really want to speak with again. Necessary at times so as to help things take their course towards a more acceptable direction. But who cares about that, it’s the weekend, its finally here again, and I’ll be as happy and cheerful as I usually am anyways&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-6353388638044215046?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/6353388638044215046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/10/open-monday-fridays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/6353388638044215046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/6353388638044215046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/10/open-monday-fridays.html' title='Open Monday - Fridays'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-3005393434718850347</id><published>2010-10-16T01:38:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T01:46:34.809-06:00</updated><title type='text'>week</title><content type='html'>What a week, a big roller coaster.  I didn't expect things to go the way they did on tuesday.  Things changed either for good, or for a continous bad.  In our resolve however as children of God we're taught that all things transpire for our own good.  Through our trials we'll grow stronger.  I know that for certain in my life.  I tell it to myself everyday in all the little trials i receive.  Most of the time its just a reminder for when a big trial comes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously it came.  But, you know what? My family and I have, and will excersice faith.  This too shall pass.  And, things can move on from here.  Thanks for all you do.  For the smiles and cheer ups you bring.  For the shoulders and hugs.  Thanks, things will move forward towards better times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-3005393434718850347?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/3005393434718850347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/10/week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/3005393434718850347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/3005393434718850347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/10/week.html' title='week'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-2504094672438691144</id><published>2010-10-11T23:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T00:29:07.171-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight</title><content type='html'>Aproximately 1300 stairs later and I'm ready for bed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-2504094672438691144?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/2504094672438691144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/10/tonight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/2504094672438691144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/2504094672438691144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/10/tonight.html' title='Tonight'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-6274458968067468851</id><published>2010-10-11T00:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T00:08:03.220-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday</title><content type='html'>Time to sleep&lt;br /&gt;as if there was something deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday is about&lt;br /&gt;work is here without a doubt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to move aside pounds and pesos&lt;br /&gt;time to lift and get strong no more queso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-6274458968067468851?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/6274458968067468851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/10/monday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/6274458968067468851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/6274458968067468851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/10/monday.html' title='Monday'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-2884104766104874010</id><published>2010-10-09T14:58:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T15:11:56.964-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I woke up got out of bed ran a comb across my head. Hmmmm perhaps I didn't quite wake up to &lt;a href="http://maldy.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-in-life.html"&gt;a day in the life&lt;/a&gt;, but I did however wake up. I had a smile in my face. A full 8 hours rest without a single interruption. No dreams within dreams that collapse out of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/imamcajBEJs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&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/imamcajBEJs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went over to the kitchen to have some pumpkin chocolate chip cookies. We have tons of them. Nearly more than 100. Once again I owe it to a friend. Last night one of my close friends from nearby came over and made some Clam Chowder. It goes without saying but it was more than amazing and precisely what I needed at the time. To top it all off we used my can of pumpkin to make the cookies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier this week I felt a restlessness that has come about me for some time. And without a doubt when it affects a lot of aspects in my life I try to find a solution. It wasn't easy and maybe daunting, but the solution was found. In essence in my dreams things kept collapsing. But, i realized that once I woke up things are up to me in real life to not allow it to collapse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now nothing catastrophic has really happened, just a little annoying. But that's a deeper story worth writing about in a deeper setting. Point being now that I enjoyed eight hours of sleep I'm ready to find out how the rest of today and the week will pan out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-2884104766104874010?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/2884104766104874010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-woke-up-got-out-of-bed-ran-comb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/2884104766104874010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/2884104766104874010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-woke-up-got-out-of-bed-ran-comb.html' title=''/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-4134577801425616319</id><published>2010-10-06T23:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T23:31:22.524-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Footie the icing on today's cake</title><content type='html'>Today at work things seemed a little slow. Nonetheless I made the best attempt at keeping occupied and hoped for a better tomorrow. Hold on though, the day was only a little over half complete. I was looking forward to playing soccer that evening with nothing else planned. Quite a contrast to my normal life. Then I came home as fast as I could without being caught for moving my vehicle a little swifter than usual. I came home and had a great conversation with a good friend of mine while we stood at the church. I walked to campus afterwards, and saw even more people i know, i unsecretly enjoy running into friends. Then i made my way to the south market and got a great deal on a Gatorade which i am currently drinking (Lemon-Lime hmmmm the original and most refreshing flavor). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From here things went well and I practiced a bit for my game. I was asked by a girl who plays midfield to pass her the ball. She says she loves to play and has played for some time. To which I'm glad i found her cause she's a midfielder, a rare thing to find. Hopefully we can see what she's made of come co-ed intramural. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that point I received a call from my dear friend Nikki. We talked about things that pertained to me mostly. And, in our conversation she reminded me i had institute tonight. I really wanted to go, so i got my stuff ready and went. Extremely great lesson put on by Bro. and Sis. Tillman. In itself its a whole different blog. However this was a big basis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Nephi 25:23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For we labor diligently to write, to persuade our children, and also our brethren, to believe in Christ, and to be reconciled to God; for we know that it is by grace that we are saved, after all we can do.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got deep, and in the end I felt as if it was a strong pep talk to my soul. I left the class with a cheerful heart full of the spirit. I arrived at the soccer game on time and got ready. I scored a goal from a beautiful cross from the right side with my head to tie the game at 1-1, and with careful teamwork we pushed ahead to win 4-2. My friend Roger even scored on a pass from me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happy for my friends that showed up. It means a lot to me and my teammates. We play our best when we can share it with others. I'm always grateful for that feeling. So footie topped it all off, with a little help from my friends. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-4134577801425616319?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/4134577801425616319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/10/footie-icing-on-todays-cake.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/4134577801425616319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/4134577801425616319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/10/footie-icing-on-todays-cake.html' title='Footie the icing on today&apos;s cake'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-1567331495935564410</id><published>2010-09-29T12:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T12:50:18.853-06:00</updated><title type='text'>September White</title><content type='html'>September is almost gone once again.  With it the leaves will begin to take off in full arrangements of color.  This of course ushers in the more popular month of October.  However I’m not ranting on the month I’m simply blogging out the contents of my mind.  I finished a new painting and I think I’m satisfied with it for now and forever.  With every painting I learn and relearn different techniques, and for the time being that’s the goal.  Learn what I can and move on from it.  This strategy had helped me before, until I went on a 4 year hiatus of no paintings.  &lt;br /&gt;One critic of such paintings has gone far enough to say that I never finish them.  In response to my critic I found it imperative to improve the painting I just finished and finish it.  To which I did, and in my own painting world when I say enough it means enough.  Poor critic, love them to death, but they don’t see the whole picture just a mere painting.  I think this painting is #114 I’ll have to check on the last one’s number to verify.  &lt;br /&gt;Aside from paintings things are getting better, a little better all the time.   In the midst of so much trial and error I suppose all that can be done is to continue onwards.   I’m sure there’s much more to come. Along with whatever comes forth I’ll be ever present to write about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-1567331495935564410?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/1567331495935564410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/09/september-white.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/1567331495935564410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/1567331495935564410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/09/september-white.html' title='September White'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-797626653107592009</id><published>2010-09-03T23:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T23:42:28.134-06:00</updated><title type='text'>years in the making</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs302.ash2/58284_535788031361_203002014_31430752_1415028_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 720px; height: 431px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs302.ash2/58284_535788031361_203002014_31430752_1415028_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been smiling lately dreamin' about the world as one&lt;br /&gt;and i believe it could be&lt;br /&gt;someday its going to come&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while back ago I started a funny project.  A book, and some of you have heard of it.  Very few people are recognizable as characters.  So far they've been very well developed.  But the end is missing, and i'm constantly trying to work on how too conclude the book.  I still want to add at least 200 more pages to it.  I don't know what will come of it.  But something of an accomplishment.  It has tranceded many laptops and pc's.  But I decided to document the location of its creation since my freshman year of school.  Some of you will recognize this lovely location.  Its the best on Friday nights since no one absolutely no one is around.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except of course the positive sounds of Cat Stevens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-797626653107592009?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/797626653107592009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/09/years-in-making.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/797626653107592009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/797626653107592009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/09/years-in-making.html' title='years in the making'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-6316658915679598735</id><published>2010-08-31T14:00:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T17:05:53.036-06:00</updated><title type='text'>while at the store i decided I wanted more</title><content type='html'>They say whenever you do things for the first time you remember them forever.  The first movie I saw in theaters has the original lyrics to this modified song that i came up with on the fly.  (granted I thought it through a bit now) So here's how i bursted out in song quietly in front of my friend Nikki the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at this stuff&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it meat?&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't you think Smith's is complete?&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't you think I'm the consumer&lt;br /&gt;The consumer who buys ev'rything?&lt;br /&gt;Look at this store&lt;br /&gt;Market Fresh prices as you walk through the door&lt;br /&gt;How many wontons can  combo plate #2 hold?&lt;br /&gt;Lookin' around here you'd think&lt;br /&gt;(Sure) Smith's got everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They've got cheezits and Triscuts aplenty&lt;br /&gt;They've got manager's special galore&lt;br /&gt;(You want shishkabobs?&lt;br /&gt;I'll buy twenty)&lt;br /&gt;But who cares?&lt;br /&gt;Its a deal&lt;br /&gt;I want more!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-6316658915679598735?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/6316658915679598735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/08/while-at-store-i-decided-i-wanted-more.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/6316658915679598735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/6316658915679598735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/08/while-at-store-i-decided-i-wanted-more.html' title='while at the store i decided I wanted more'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-6392622436147377925</id><published>2010-08-31T05:57:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T10:48:46.094-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Intramurals</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/TH0yWsvSIWI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ZmU3sE-S0OA/s1600/IMAG0166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/TH0yWsvSIWI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ZmU3sE-S0OA/s320/IMAG0166.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511616884519346530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/TH0yV9TPLpI/AAAAAAAAAIw/BXZojPYjtLs/s1600/IMAG0165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/TH0yV9TPLpI/AAAAAAAAAIw/BXZojPYjtLs/s320/IMAG0165.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511616871785246354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/TH0yVSn0G8I/AAAAAAAAAIo/R14ppO2WMds/s1600/IMAG0167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/TH0yVSn0G8I/AAAAAAAAAIo/R14ppO2WMds/s320/IMAG0167.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511616860328827842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an avid fan of sports and maintaining an active lifestyle I've been able to experience BYUs intramurals. The great thing about the intramural program is the that you feel as if you are cattle or in other words just another person waiting in line to sign up. Its business as usual as you come into the Richards Building and realize that there's already at least 5 people waiting in line outside of the south west doors. Once the clock strikes five they or in other word The Man becomes fully in charge of the proceedings of waiting for an hour and half to get an intramural team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man, as you can see by the photo is a more than middle aged woman who works on campus in the specific hours that everyone needs to show up. She will make you sit uncomfortably close to everyone and will make sure your feet aren't outstretched more than they are allowed to be. She's the voice of authority of her own realm. She patrols the hallway and literally passes by every five minutes enforcing her presence as the man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we sit and wait for the clock to strike seven we notice ll of the real student-athletes. They walk down the hall into the locker rooms showing their vast superiority towards those of the intramural non-elite. (student athletes are cool don't get me wrong but i found myself disagreeing with one this morning) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last the doors open up from within the intramural office. You see two official personal step out and set up a table. They instruct that all you have to dois dot your name down so that you can return at a later time to select your schedule. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait?! You mean to say that I have to come back later!???? After sitting on the floor for 2 hours in low brain function! Yeah thats what happens. But now there's an ultimate frisbee team. And a new chapter to begin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-6392622436147377925?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/6392622436147377925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/08/intramurals.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/6392622436147377925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/6392622436147377925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/08/intramurals.html' title='Intramurals'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/TH0yWsvSIWI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ZmU3sE-S0OA/s72-c/IMAG0166.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-4971661779163939892</id><published>2010-08-23T08:27:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T15:33:13.199-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><title type='text'>Norman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/THKFmGgGsjI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/o8fvWpUD2qE/s1600/untitled2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 273px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/THKFmGgGsjI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/o8fvWpUD2qE/s320/untitled2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508612183854330418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Norman Rockwell, he spent the last 25 years of his life in the town of Stockbridge, MA. He painted almost everyone in that town during that time. Some of his most recognized pieces of art were created in that time span from his keen observation of what was then society. I enjoy his art, and I find great creativity and laughter every time. The raised eyebrows and exaggerated facial expressions are classic details found in almost each of his works. But this piece titled A DAY IN THE LIFE OF A BOY is just funny and true. Sure for each single man it may be different in later years but the principal remains the same in our pursuit of happ&lt;em&gt;y&lt;/em&gt;ness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-4971661779163939892?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/4971661779163939892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/08/norman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/4971661779163939892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/4971661779163939892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/08/norman.html' title='Norman'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/THKFmGgGsjI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/o8fvWpUD2qE/s72-c/untitled2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-7397002242346790233</id><published>2010-08-19T11:40:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T11:58:03.346-06:00</updated><title type='text'>When dark clouds of trouble hang o’er us</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/TG1wk45dAKI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Xe80RzJlJjM/s1600/IMAG0149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 120px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/TG1wk45dAKI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Xe80RzJlJjM/s200/IMAG0149.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507181698394947746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get a great view of every storm that comes to the Salt Lake Valley from the fifth floor. It has become a common occurrence the last three or four Wednesdays and Thursdays. Well I enjoy the rain and its majesty. One of my favorite things to do is to go out and jog a bit in the rain. The reason I enjoy it is because the rain reminds me that there will always be hope smiling brightly before me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-7397002242346790233?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/7397002242346790233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/08/when-dark-clouds-of-trouble-hang-oer-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/7397002242346790233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/7397002242346790233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/08/when-dark-clouds-of-trouble-hang-oer-us.html' title='When dark clouds of trouble hang o’er us'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/TG1wk45dAKI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Xe80RzJlJjM/s72-c/IMAG0149.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-9014280698707300357</id><published>2010-08-12T23:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T23:42:20.925-06:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Nephi 10:19</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;For he that diligently seeketh shall find; and the mysteries of God shall be unfolded unto them, by the power of the Holy Ghost, as well in these times as in times of old, and as well in times of old as in times to come; wherefore, the course of the Lord is one eternal round.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-9014280698707300357?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/9014280698707300357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/08/1-nephi-1019.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/9014280698707300357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/9014280698707300357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/08/1-nephi-1019.html' title='&lt;em&gt;1 Nephi 10:19&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-9084072206920645707</id><published>2010-08-05T19:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T19:28:15.681-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Progressive Thursday</title><content type='html'>What a lame way to start off any day.  Upchucking chicken at 6AM!!! I didn't get any moderately better until about 11AM and by that time I was a bit tired of moping around the flat.  So I decided to go to BYUs Library and chill in the map room.  I began by studying a portuguese phrase book that I bought at the yard sale that took place at the Wilkinson Center.  As I read and read I started to get all tounge tied.  I got on facebook and let the whole cyberspace world know where I was.  My friend Brett inevitably arrived.  Such started our quest for good looking girls.  You may be surprised but we failed miserably in our attempts to try and talk to one.  Nonetheless it was fun. We went to the bookstore and some where to be found.  We asked another cashier if she knew our friend from Arizona with the white sandals and she did not. So we decided to go look for another friend at the special collections at the library and she was not there.  We asked the woman at the front desk and she said she had never heard of our friend.  Hmmmmmmm very well I guess she hasn't.  So then we went to the fifth floor, and studied some more.  We scouted the whole library afterwards, or a lot of it including the boring 6th floor, and found many good looking girls.  Needless to say that the next time we'll be documenting this story via cinema production for all to see.   Suddenly my stomach is very upset at me still.  And, well, I'll have to live with it obviously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-9084072206920645707?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/9084072206920645707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/08/progressive-thursday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/9084072206920645707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/9084072206920645707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/08/progressive-thursday.html' title='Progressive Thursday'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-1660748060670025474</id><published>2010-08-04T09:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T09:25:35.254-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Morning Maldy: &lt;br /&gt;Wakes at 5:30am (on good mornings) Shower’s at a rate of 15 min *odd.  Drives to work at the speed of 65mph, due to construction zones. Arrives at work, and eats multi-grain cheerios or something to that effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Maldy:  Works and works&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon Maldy:  is falling asleep thanks to Morning Maldy's selfish ways.  Drives home after work and takes a nap.  When it’s a bad bad day the nap lasts for 2 hours.  On a good day he goes to the gym.  Great thing for Afternoon Maldy is that there’s been a string of good days.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night Maldy:  Does whatever he feels like doing!  Goes to bed late, goes out with friends, makes food, drives around town for no reason, plays soccer, tennis, basketball, football, lifts weights, falls and trips, gets dirty, does laundry, laughs, makes fun of superman fans, is rude to Arizonians and Wisconsinites for no reason other than fun. Catches his room roommate playing video games all day, Hangs out with people from Sandy while they live in Provo, reads, studies random biological things, talks in spanish and portuguese, reads and updates Wikipedia, calls his best friends, reminds himself of recent good times, hangs with his family, pranks people, listens to his friends concerns-thoughts-issues-successes-achievements, tags people on annoying facebook photos, goes to wedding receptions, goes out to eat, jogs, blogs with many commas,,,,,,,, goes on facebook, writes poems about random things, watches movies, wastes time, shops, babysits, gives rides, banks, fights, argues, and overanalyzes himself, loves, freaks out, throws waterballoons, prays, goes to institute, makes funny impressions, goes to FHE, wants people to let him be, calls girls, and even goes on dates.  Yeah night maldy has it good.  Exception is Weekend maldy that does everything and anything and goes to church.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-1660748060670025474?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/1660748060670025474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/08/morning-maldy-wakes-at-530am-on-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/1660748060670025474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/1660748060670025474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/08/morning-maldy-wakes-at-530am-on-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-4492436458568843811</id><published>2010-07-28T13:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T01:08:25.235-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Part V:  GO see Real Salt Lake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs164.snc4/37514_534290652121_203002014_31382260_4701547_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 361px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs164.snc4/37514_534290652121_203002014_31382260_4701547_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things that have kept it real in my life is football (soccer).&lt;br /&gt;You must not confuse this sport with such things like mini vans, orange&lt;br /&gt;slices, soccer moms.  No, unfortunately that is one of the many wrong ways&lt;br /&gt;of doing things in the real footballing world.  No wonder it has taken this&lt;br /&gt;country forever to embrace the world’s most popular sport.   Soccer moms&lt;br /&gt;become way too attached when their kids fail at a sport that takes years to&lt;br /&gt;develop and offers very little statistical numbers.  On the other hand it&lt;br /&gt;offers great ball controlling skills and foot tricks.  Mini vans are just a&lt;br /&gt;marketing gig and who knows why on earth orange slices made it into&lt;br /&gt;football, but they did. Other issues with it include the fact that most&lt;br /&gt;football is played on Sunday.  Yeah, that doesn’t go over very well in Utah,&lt;br /&gt;and I agree with keeping Sunday separate.  (I made a promise long ago to do&lt;br /&gt;so)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But football is here in Utah in full force.  We have a team called Real Salt&lt;br /&gt;Lake, or for you crazy unimaginatives, Royal Salt Lake.  Hence the team has a&lt;br /&gt;lion for a mascot due to this animal being king of its habitat with other&lt;br /&gt;animals in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here’s the point, Real Salt Lake offers a great venue up in Sandy,&lt;br /&gt;Utah.  The team has a great stadium and a quality of players in various&lt;br /&gt;stages of their respective careers with the sport. Games are held on&lt;br /&gt;Saturday sometimes at night and sometimes in the afternoon.  Occasional&lt;br /&gt;weekday games are offered.  They were champions last year, and they have a great winning streak going this year too.  Be sure to check it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-4492436458568843811?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/4492436458568843811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/07/part-v-go-see-real-salt-lake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/4492436458568843811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/4492436458568843811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/07/part-v-go-see-real-salt-lake.html' title='Part V:  GO see Real Salt Lake'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-3926447356400626536</id><published>2010-07-27T23:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T23:50:45.441-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Part IV Stuff to do in Provo: Running/Walking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs213.snc4/38974_534178466941_203002014_31378759_667981_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 361px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs213.snc4/38974_534178466941_203002014_31378759_667981_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good running schedule will do wonders for anyone. It makes me feel happier after a long day. Recently I've kept it on the treadmill more than the outdoors. Due to the difficulty my seasonal allergies bring upon me. but that seems not to be the case anymore. Summer has been here full blast and along have come the recent wedding receptions and what have you or them however you look at it. I'm excited for the ones this weekend. I have a good coworker friend who is getting married and my roommate is finally become more happy and powerful than the roommates he has left behind. I think it goes without saying but I along with the other two are extremely happy for him. &lt;br /&gt;But now back to running. Pictured are what the world call Asics Cayano Gel 15s. I call them my AM0322s I found them at the RACK in Sandy for about 75% off the original 140 bucks they cost. They remind me of my friend who owns an old pair of yellow ones. Running is cheap and its better with a friend. Its better than drinking alone, root beer of course, or doing anything else alone. Find a running friend, someone to just even walk with. My friend Adam once pointed out the fact that it is a very soothing feeling to just go out for a walk with someone, preferably a girl slash boy if your a girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-3926447356400626536?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/3926447356400626536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/07/part-iv-stuff-to-do-in-provo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/3926447356400626536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/3926447356400626536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/07/part-iv-stuff-to-do-in-provo.html' title='Part IV Stuff to do in Provo: Running/Walking'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-1682249979260962522</id><published>2010-07-03T15:51:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T22:53:50.867-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Part III of things to do:  Dating</title><content type='html'>Click play before reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GvQkl7qa6RQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&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/GvQkl7qa6RQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going the distance. Having a better attitude towards dating is one way of getting started. Seriously, if any girl who is reading this, if your guy doesn't get all riled up about going out with you then you've been missing out. I would even add the term of being shortchanged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is intended for both sexes. Seriously dating is like boxing in a way. You wear each other down sometimes that only one person ends up winning. This is a bad end result. (By no means am I promoting domestic violence) However in this analogy, the boxer prepares meticulously for the bout, or the date. Working out, strategies, getting that extra edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls, I know some of you get ready really well. You take the time for your dates. Others not so much and that will only be your downfall. Some are just natural beauties you don't have to concern yourself too much. And even then there are others who like to get carried away. However do you understand the type of prep it takes? I think if the majority of girls/guys did understand there would be a different point of view from those that have become mere shrews. For guys and girls its simple advice, go on dates, try for once a month for the guy or even the girl with the guts to ask. And as many as the girl can get for a girls goal. Flirt if you must. And even act as yourself. Behave in a cool manner, even if you have to do stuff out of the norm. Sooner or later the real you comes out. And it would be a shame for it never to never have the chance to be who you are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the men the girl who brushes you off just cut her off completely. (from the dating list) Don't get down, just go the distance with dating, go to the final bell. If you lose the match so what?! There will be plenty more challengers to come. The point is to get to a draw, which is rare in boxing but most common in dating. That's when you find two opponents to be equally matched, or hooked up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been whats been in my head lately, you'll find out that in asking a girl out you wont be too short of confidence if you really try. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, as for you girls if you're not interested right off the bat, have the guts to say no, we already know you don't really wash your hair :) If you change your mind its only going to teach you not to be conceited. And if you are interested somewhat in someone give it a genuine chance. And if you want to take the men's role in asking out a guy, have the courage to face the concequences. You should very well know what they are if you've rejected men before, or when you've said yes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-1682249979260962522?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/1682249979260962522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/07/part-iii-of-things-to-do-dating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/1682249979260962522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/1682249979260962522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/07/part-iii-of-things-to-do-dating.html' title='Part III of things to do:  Dating'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-106655845333708710</id><published>2010-06-26T02:12:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T02:52:19.978-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Part II Long lasting friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs458.ash1/25175_530353691821_203002930_31254839_2285314_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 720px; height: 479px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs458.ash1/25175_530353691821_203002930_31254839_2285314_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In continuation with the previous post you have to consider the importance of making real friends. You may go as far and say that you are in a serious networking society however go beyond the shallow entrepreneur's way of looking at people. Consider people for who they are and you will understand that no matter how unique each one is you come to have so much in common with the whole lot of everyone. You can be lame and sit all day making virtual friends who are mere assistant managers making $88K/year in their "second life", or you can make real ones. The importance of this is beyond imagination. I look back at a lot of you and think wow I learned from everyone of them. For instance a staple food item that I learned to make from one of my first roommates is still used with spaghetti. The ever famous cheese bread. Aside from that the ability to be able to have lasting friendships will bring about a side of you that you never would imagine. Currently my more recent friends have been very great examples of perseverance and loyalty. Others have been about the same yet manage to throw in uniqueness in my face about them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are important, its something you should definitely invest your time while in provo. You wont regret making "Real" friends. One of my newest friends has taught me that when you are real friends it seems that the differences both friends may have are put aside. A common friendship is made and things are just happier. Its true. You'll need all types of friends. Friends to hug you, to talk with, to walk with, cook with, friends that become more than just friends, friends to date, friends to talk about your dates, friends that become like family, friends to stay out late with, friends to bail out, friends to make more friends with, friends to walk to church with, friends to help, friends who are there till 2am, friends to play sports with, friends to talk smack with, friends to buy groceries with, friends that feed you and you feed them, friends to pat your back, and to rub your back, friends that got your back, friends that will be back, Real friends, etc, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you never have to sit alone or think that you are in this life. Go out and make friends. Give everyone a chance, and you'll definitely get them. Beware of the fake ones who will talk behind your back. Forgive them yes, as tough as it is to do. But, maybe even then they'll come to change and realize their mistake. Its happened to me. Give people a chance they wont fully disappoint you, but they will fully bring you joy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(below are a few pics of past friends, if i left you out I'm sorry, I know we may truly be friends I just chose random photos. And by the way I think I know almost all my friends at a deep personal level)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs479.ash1/26249_529726304111_203002014_31231919_3450801_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 719px; height: 659px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs479.ash1/26249_529726304111_203002014_31231919_3450801_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v55/228/25/501679841/n501679841_7346_9950.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 452px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v55/228/25/501679841/n501679841_7346_9950.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v124/182/21/1295670224/n1295670224_30093380_5553.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v124/182/21/1295670224/n1295670224_30093380_5553.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v333/108/15/502816613/n502816613_1387117_4786.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v333/108/15/502816613/n502816613_1387117_4786.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/21574807-106655845333708710?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/106655845333708710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/06/part-ii-long-lasting-friends.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/106655845333708710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/106655845333708710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/06/part-ii-long-lasting-friends.html' title='Part II Long lasting friends'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-6859544500430464743</id><published>2010-06-19T02:11:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T02:27:34.958-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to do in the Provo Area Part 1</title><content type='html'>So I've been here for too long of a time. I feel I know this place inside and out. Every now and again I find a new place or brand new idea on what to do around here. So here it goes a series of things you must experience while you are in the Provo area as a student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs312.snc3/28265_532653567851_203002014_31330551_5388182_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 361px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs312.snc3/28265_532653567851_203002014_31330551_5388182_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to go to church. Yes its only a big cornerstone of the Gospel and your whole eternal salvation. You will find it very interesting that going to church is really the start of the main steps of your social life. Not only will you grow spiritually, but chances are you will know your time is well spent. This would include Sacrament meetings, Sunday School, Elders Quorums/Relief Societies. You get to participate in all types of callings and have activities with others in your current single situation. Sundays in Provo are the best example of what we should be for the rest of our lives. In essence where else is home teaching averaging 90 percent and above let alone visiting teaching. Where else is therre but very very few less active members of the church. You have to experience this while here at BYU/UVU, or you will be in the dark. You can even play games inside and outside of the chapel. I've even ambushed friends with water balloons from atop of one of the chapels here in Town. All in good fun. And you never know you might even end up in an ideal non abusive and loving eternal relationship, yep its called getting married, and it becomes official on facebook too when it happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-6859544500430464743?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/6859544500430464743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/06/things-to-do-in-provo-area-part-1.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/6859544500430464743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/6859544500430464743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/06/things-to-do-in-provo-area-part-1.html' title='Things to do in the Provo Area Part 1'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-8591529328015471771</id><published>2010-06-12T02:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T02:46:25.640-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 World Cup</title><content type='html'>The time has come, its time for football.  So what is the big fuss about?  Well to whomever reads this let me impress it upon your mind how important this is.  This will make it clear to some how awesome the world cup is in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is like how you like to eat cold mac and cheese and I don't.  the satisfaction and the thrill that you get out of eating such a gross meal.  However astonished you may be that some of us wont partake of the cold food item.  Its like using your Kitchen aid for all your baking needs.  It clearly makes things all the worthwhile by going through the experience.  Its like touching a beard (not me touching it, but i'm reffering to my friend who likes beards) and having your fingers run accross that pasture of awesome hair.  Its like baking roger friendly food, and having him give you a hug because you did so for him.  Its like being around your favorite friends out in moab or even all the way up in seattle, because without them things are just not as fufilling as they could be.  It's like receiving a batch of argentine cookies as a surprise and not knowing what great times lie ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world cup is like that to me.  The first one i watched was the one in Mexico 1986.  And i remember watching it with those I loved the most.  It reminds me of my grandfather, my father, and my cousins.  I reminds me of the game i love and all of the sorrow i've fared as much as the joy I have shared.  Its what lies ahead that i don't know that will bring me to smile if I just but dare.  Thats the world cup in my eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-8591529328015471771?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/8591529328015471771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/06/2010-world-cup.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/8591529328015471771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/8591529328015471771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/06/2010-world-cup.html' title='2010 World Cup'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-3635205865962768348</id><published>2010-06-04T16:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T16:47:56.024-06:00</updated><title type='text'>apple, shirts, and excitement</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://weblogs.baltimoresun.com/business/consuminginterests/blog/apple-logo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 397px; height: 480px;" src="http://weblogs.baltimoresun.com/business/consuminginterests/blog/apple-logo1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently I'm at the Gateway.  And, well this mac store is pretty awesome indeed.  I like using their largest monitor just to feel all powerful in some sort of way.  I'm waiting on my parents to drop off a package I received at home.  i just meet them halfway I suppose.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some news I did go to the GAP.  I found myself a yellow T shirt for only the cost of a handful of dollars.  Not to bad I suppose for telling myself I was not going to shop for anything.  The gym was intense yesterday and it will so be from here on out.  No matter how many shirts I purchase that BYU intramural shirt has still been successful in eluding me.  One of my goals is to get one sometime soon.  Time will tell right?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's but little time left for the world cup.  And I'm excited for the festivities let alone the games.  Maybe I'll throw a party or something like that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Maldy, signing off from the mac store&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-3635205865962768348?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/3635205865962768348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/06/apple-shirts-and-excitement.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/3635205865962768348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/3635205865962768348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/06/apple-shirts-and-excitement.html' title='apple, shirts, and excitement'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-5082841392424692781</id><published>2010-05-31T23:40:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T00:22:28.190-06:00</updated><title type='text'>THE ISLAND</title><content type='html'>LOST ended for me today.  Yeah the great TV show miniseries of all time.  I watched the last episode today on my computer.  My own room is invaded once more by my roommate.  No its good to have him back from the land of Idaho where he vacationed for a while.  In good news the Lakers and Celtics will square off in the court.  I think it will go to 7 games, and someone making a miraculous shot for either team.  I want the lakers to win this season though.  Yeah I know there are Laker haters out there but I'm still and will be a fan always.  Proudly since 1988.  Yeah i'm that old, believe me you'll be there too sooner than you think.  It's June 1st soon, and I moved in exactly two years ago into my current ward.  There are but very few living around here from that time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend came with tons of fun, dates, hang outs, hiking, making food, naps, home teaching, excellent gospel priciples lessons about the word of wisdom.  Completely turned my mind about it.  Great great great, you can really become addicted to this ward the more i think about it I understand it more.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concern and resolution.  I'm a guy, and we think about this.  Our reputations in the ward.  Who are we known as?  What do others say?  All i can plainly say is that no matter what is said, i hope you have a clear cut opinion about who you say it about.  And for those of us men worried about it, well best advise is to find a good woman who can form her very own opinion about one self.  Its really that simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-5082841392424692781?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/5082841392424692781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/05/island.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/5082841392424692781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/5082841392424692781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/05/island.html' title='THE ISLAND'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-2126719906414313563</id><published>2010-05-24T23:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T01:04:46.845-06:00</updated><title type='text'>bitter quotes</title><content type='html'>REMARK:: Alishiaz:  "always, I always say yes to a first date!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RESPONSE:Moroni: "That is the STUPIDEST-DISNEY-SOCCER-MOMMING THING THAT WAS EVER TAUGHT TO GIRLS TODAY!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki also has a song in her head or heart,  "quit playing games!  baby baby!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benny W can come clean up our mess.  And well most girls are just in it for the free food, don't act like its not true.  its bad enough that we lie to ourselves so that we cover our pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;among other things apparently i have a bubble issue, see if i ever talk to any of you again, except of course when orange chicken is on the line, hahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-2126719906414313563?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/2126719906414313563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/05/quotes-of-eve.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/2126719906414313563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/2126719906414313563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/05/quotes-of-eve.html' title='bitter quotes'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-9182665717523552544</id><published>2010-05-20T23:37:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T23:50:49.267-06:00</updated><title type='text'>surrounding ponderisms</title><content type='html'>I'm using my roommates computer cause at the moment he's busy.  i'm contemplating going to sleep soon.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This room is funny, its small, but i get along with my roommate, I might as well write him a poem i suppose. (poem writing = madden's obssession with Favre, for those who did not know).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other roommate is in the other room listening to over synthesized music.  I guess thats pretty cool.  I don't hate the band its just a fact.  I'm looking for a theme and something else to write.  With all of my energy left my thought process keeps making a reality of the necessary sleep I must undertake.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday is uppon us, and i'm sure i'll be reminded of what day it is at the office.  Don't you just love to love fridays.  I would even acronymize it for ya but, oh whatever TGIF!!! almost.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my PUMA hoodie back, and its even been washed, thanks, I appreciate the thoughtfulness of it.  I would even go as far as to suggest you borrow it at any time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been great, and every moment I can take to show off how happy I am for it I will.  Its put together by some pretty good human beings who make up for all the boring difference.  Thanks for picking up the slack.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs157.snc3/18445_528508399801_203002014_31197463_6980770_n.jpg"&gt;LOOK IT!&lt;/a&gt;  Ha! I had to say it.  We all know the amazing phrase, its pretty popular among childish moments.  Sometimes those moments are fun.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOpe you all have dates this weekend.  If not you should get one even if they seem overrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya at the bonfire!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-9182665717523552544?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/9182665717523552544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-using-my-roommates-computer-cause-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/9182665717523552544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/9182665717523552544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-using-my-roommates-computer-cause-at.html' title='surrounding ponderisms'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-1202472030405677341</id><published>2010-05-18T22:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T23:09:09.234-06:00</updated><title type='text'>vague</title><content type='html'>K so I've been working on a painting, sort of a practice run type of thing.  Its not bad so far.  Its just taking longer than i had expected it to take.  Its of a snowboarding girl.  Thus far i have found many many flaws in the style I have to fix or patch up somehow. But, soon enough it will be complete.  Thus far I've been out of town a bit, going up and down this state.  I rather tired of traveling through the wasatch front.  Wednesday is tomorrow and it comes with much expectation.  I'm happy to get back to the groove of things and have nights that are pretty much free. It'll be good to go to institute as well.  Not much is going on during the weekdays, but i'm sure something intersting is about to appear.  Or so at least I get my hope up so as to something astonishing.  If anything It'll be same old routine and I'll go along my way.  Until the next vague entry, or until some good questions are asked, have a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-1202472030405677341?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/1202472030405677341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/02/twice-in-one-setting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/1202472030405677341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/1202472030405677341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/02/twice-in-one-setting.html' title='vague'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-4200366784165885227</id><published>2010-05-08T00:43:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T00:53:58.115-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fridays with little signs of having a life, well not really</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://30tocure30.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/08escape_boredom2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 364px;" src="http://30tocure30.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/08escape_boredom2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left for work early today, and I came back rather late. However things are well and should be back to normal soon. I'm feeling a lot better. My antibiotics have kicked in making all the difference. I have but few doses left to go. When i came home only food was on my mind. So i opened my fridge and found some leftover chicken casserole i made the prior evening. I then found a surprise mound of homemade pop-tarts. They were great, and just the pastry fix i needed. I have thus thanked the orchestrator of such a treat twice. Whats funny is that i enjoyed one without the fixing of frosting. Someone apparently failed to tell me there was frosting. But, i saw the last remaining pop tart tonight and ate it and frosting was instructed to be found in my fridge. But, besides food, soccer, I had a kick about with my friend from Monson apts. Yeah i do have friends on the other side of the ward. And had a nice chat with my neighbor downstairs. Things are normal on this quiet front, they're great to be exact. I'm currently finishing up Deception Point by Dan Brown. A timeless classic is next in Jack Kerouac's, On the Road (yeah i never got around to reading it before give me a break okay). As for other things just keep your fingers crossed and hope all things go well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-4200366784165885227?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/4200366784165885227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/05/fridays-with-little-signs-of-having.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/4200366784165885227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/4200366784165885227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/05/fridays-with-little-signs-of-having.html' title='Fridays with little signs of having a life, well not really'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-7771409926787359343</id><published>2010-05-05T22:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T22:51:04.778-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Futebol!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.madridgalacticos.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/ronaldo_dribble.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 320px;" src="http://www.madridgalacticos.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/ronaldo_dribble.jpeg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today was our teams first 11 on 11 soccer game.  You could say i was stokes about it ;) Anyways, one could say i had a good game.  But, i tell myselft there was vast amount of improving to do.  Its just me, its the way i was coached.  Winning the game wasn't ever enough, it was about playing well the entire game, never letting up.  (of course there's moments where exceptions are made) but the principle of the matter is to give it your all out in the pitch.  I'm too critical too adamant, sometimes I speak my mind to what needs to be done.  However my great friend Roger will remind me, Its only a game, him along with the rest of my friends.  They're right, but its instictive for me to give a better effort.  At least thats what i hope to do.  Until next time, I'm feeling better, but not there yet completely, thanks for your prayers and thoughts of concern, they mean a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-7771409926787359343?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/7771409926787359343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/05/futebol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/7771409926787359343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/7771409926787359343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/05/futebol.html' title='Futebol!'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-5727289527322147807</id><published>2010-05-05T03:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T03:31:42.044-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sore throats among other restlessness'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://kids.niehs.nih.gov/pictures/illness.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 586px; height: 562px;" src="http://kids.niehs.nih.gov/pictures/illness.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about a couple of hours I have not been able to rest.  I went to the Doctor yesterday morning, and well the news was good.  Last Thursday the 29th of April, I felt the first effects of a cold/fever coming my way.  How could I be so careless I thought, I don't usually get sick.  Well, it was coming and there was little i could do about it.  Besides of course take the usual precautions of Vitamin C, Water, chicken soup for protein, the usual overload of Gatorade, and down it all with some 7up.  So the symptoms diminished by Saturday evening.  And you know what, only one thing lingered.  The sore throat.  I drank some Herbal tea before I went to sleep that night, however that made it worse. I woke up coughing and little did I know I was spitting blood. Gross, but it was merely the fact that I irritated some small blood vessels or something of the sort.  The blood did not persist, but the throat was getting worse by sunday, monday, and tuesday.  The Doctor has predicted it will be gone by Thursday in its fullest.  I have a Rx for an antibiotic if it continues any longer.  But I came home, and went to get some added rest. Since the night before I wasn't able to sleep due to coughing, and well the upchucking that came with it twice while my roomate stayed up late watching AVATAR on blue-ray.  I joined him in between throw up sessions.  :)  I had a lot of time to work on my painting, I need to get my painting some snowboarder shades.  I also pondered on that immigration bill that Arizona has will pass or has passed into law.  I already have my opinion in good formation.  I thought of who to ask out, what to make for dinner, where to buy gas, and what to do during soccer. But, today will be great, eventually i'll get back on a good sleep schedule, and all will have been forgotten, i mean, will have passed.  Until then I hope you are all having a good day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-5727289527322147807?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/5727289527322147807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/05/sore-throats-among-other-restlessness.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/5727289527322147807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/5727289527322147807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/05/sore-throats-among-other-restlessness.html' title='Sore throats among other restlessness&apos;'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-254994519435107378</id><published>2010-04-22T19:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T00:11:32.111-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/S9E6BeRpKxI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/UObRww13vSI/s1600/115717main_k_element1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 233px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/S9E6BeRpKxI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/UObRww13vSI/s400/115717main_k_element1.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463211619958467346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-254994519435107378?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/254994519435107378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/254994519435107378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/254994519435107378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/S9E6BeRpKxI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/UObRww13vSI/s72-c/115717main_k_element1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-530701675026031024</id><published>2010-04-20T21:13:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T23:19:02.886-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The show must go on</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=narrCWt02Zo"&gt;Relationships&lt;/a&gt; come an go.  What else is there but the reality of things.  Some of them you keep close and others fade into oblivion.  Its interesting that no matter how much you try, things can and will at times fall short of one person or the other's expectations.  It comes with being who we are as humans.  Relationships break up one sided most of the time.  Very rare comes the opportunity of a mutual agreement.  And, even then its highly doubtful that it comes along so favorable to both parties.  And then the expected burden of comfronting each other in an instant awkward situation.  Sounds like the path that almost all of us will face here in our wonderful college experience. I try to remember that free will is important to respect and to obtain.  Developing relationships into true love takes time and two people willing to do everything for each other. Including the blessings that come from sacrifice. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vvprXSW3mAY"&gt;The show must go on&lt;/a&gt;, and it does. I have about a dozen photographs in my apartment hallway.  All of which are a testimony that people do develop relationships into real love.  They help me move along in my day to day just by looking at them on the wall.  So for any of you without a relationship I say and quote my favorite scripture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Therefore, hold on thy way, and the priesthood shall remain with thee; for their bounds are set, they cannot pass. Thy days are known, and thy years shall not be numbered less; therefore, fear not what man can do, for &lt;a href="http://lds.org/conference/talk/display/0,5232,23-1-775-6,00.html"&gt;God shall be with you forever and ever&lt;/a&gt;." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-D&amp;C 122:9&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-530701675026031024?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/530701675026031024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/04/show-must-go-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/530701675026031024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/530701675026031024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/04/show-must-go-on.html' title='The show must go on'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-6917324288961292673</id><published>2010-04-19T00:30:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T23:00:24.946-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='optimistic views of mine'/><title type='text'>chickadees and bodysoap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/S8v41ptKEsI/AAAAAAAAAHI/DTSxm4HidKk/s1600/DIAL_CREEPY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461732573728871106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/S8v41ptKEsI/AAAAAAAAAHI/DTSxm4HidKk/s320/DIAL_CREEPY.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with so many Old Spice commercials running around the web. I could not help but think to put it to the test. Then i remembered oh wait I've used Old Spice since I was in 6th grade. That was back when they would guarantee their product. But, lo and behold i was out shopping with a couple of friends, namely David and Brooke. Yeah and we smelled so many body washes. But we came about this one by Dial. You know Dial, the soap company with its headquaters in Scottsdale, AZ. Yeah that one. See the video below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i thought about it. You know, i have not used Dial. Maybe Dial would work. So I tested it out. On the first trial day which was Saturday, i came back from coaching and then playing soccer. Took a shower and I went over to a friend that was &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KIYiGA_rIls"&gt;soaking up the sun&lt;/a&gt;. I stood there blocked the UV rays by standing in front and well she noticed me. I talked with her a bit, she did not let me sit on her blanket. until after she felt bad that i was laying my face on the grass. But she did offer some cheesy Market Pantry Chickadees, which i thankfully declined to eat. So that failed. I mean i wasn't expecting much else than a mere compliment of smelling nice. haha, but its all in good fun. From there it was Sunday, and i got there a bit early to church. I sat closer to the front than usual. And i left enough room for girls to sit next to me. Yeah right, all guys sat next to me!!! a few girls did sit diagnal from me but that doesn't count!!! I tried again with my friend and she offered chickadees once more, and then a third time and that time i did eat some. But, all in good fun, and you know that Dial soap attracts attention self conciously only. I'm sure like in the words of my roommates fiance, its going to take a lot more than soap. you never know maybe the girl that will like you will like you just foul smelling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-6917324288961292673?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/6917324288961292673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/04/chickadees-and-bodysoap.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/6917324288961292673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/6917324288961292673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/04/chickadees-and-bodysoap.html' title='chickadees and bodysoap'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/S8v41ptKEsI/AAAAAAAAAHI/DTSxm4HidKk/s72-c/DIAL_CREEPY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-7536689198639054036</id><published>2010-04-17T02:14:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T02:42:41.882-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chips</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/S8luMXwFxQI/AAAAAAAAAHA/6HyVZjukhcI/s1600/0002242270009_LG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/S8luMXwFxQI/AAAAAAAAAHA/6HyVZjukhcI/s320/0002242270009_LG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461017181976642818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy chips, by themselves if possible.  Sometimes white corn, blue corn, yellow corn, all types of corn, they make me happy.  Restaurants will serve them to you as a free complimentary snack, and others make nachos out of them.  Either way they really crunch all my troubles away.  Okay, maybe not complete crunch, but you know what I mean.  I currently have 4 boxes that have 96 servings each in my apartment, soon enough they will be gone.  The weekend is in full swing, and if you are wise you are studying.  A shout out to my friends who helped me out today, with rides, and a good conversation, to moving chips into my apartment, to even just hanging out while joining in on some grocery shopping fun.  Currently I'm falling asleep listening to Pink Floyd - Comfortably Numb. Understand the lyrics its poetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="660" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tkJNyQfAprY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1"&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/tkJNyQfAprY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="660" height="405"&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/21574807-7536689198639054036?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/7536689198639054036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/04/chips.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/7536689198639054036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/7536689198639054036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/04/chips.html' title='Chips'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/S8luMXwFxQI/AAAAAAAAAHA/6HyVZjukhcI/s72-c/0002242270009_LG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-4517419169257386027</id><published>2010-04-15T23:52:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T00:02:30.501-06:00</updated><title type='text'>bitterness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_12isplP5LVY/SLfC2_WQ_FI/AAAAAAAAA0I/CG6PJLi3iqw/s320/Moldy+Orange.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_12isplP5LVY/SLfC2_WQ_FI/AAAAAAAAA0I/CG6PJLi3iqw/s320/Moldy+Orange.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just hate food that was messed with too long?  Don't you just hate the bitter taste of it?  Don't you just have a complete disgust with items that have lost their luster?  Food goes bad, all things grow mold, they decompose, or even rust.  What can be done then?  You discard it, you reset it, you obtain new food, and then set it all back up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-4517419169257386027?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/4517419169257386027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/04/bitterness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/4517419169257386027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/4517419169257386027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/04/bitterness.html' title='bitterness'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_12isplP5LVY/SLfC2_WQ_FI/AAAAAAAAA0I/CG6PJLi3iqw/s72-c/Moldy+Orange.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-6983754483108893169</id><published>2010-04-15T02:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T02:27:52.664-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoops</title><content type='html'>For those of you who already know I like to shoot hoops.  Particularly by myself when its been a rough day.  It doesn't mean you can't approach me, but its best to take it lightly when attempting.  Today was a day for hoops, i needed it, it was a relaxing exercise.  However as some may know I'm fine.  Things just become a little heavy on the shoulders.  Of course due to my mind getting so full of thought and stress.  But, in the end things turn out fine.  How? Do you really ask?  NO of course not, but i'll tell you anyways.  I just know, i've proved Him in days that are past, so i don't doubt. (catch my drift?  Comprende?)  lol. I wish you all the very best for the next 9 days, I know they can be tough, but we can conquer them one day at a time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-6983754483108893169?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/6983754483108893169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/04/hoops.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/6983754483108893169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/6983754483108893169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/04/hoops.html' title='Hoops'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-1664317919974202590</id><published>2010-04-13T22:20:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T22:57:25.089-06:00</updated><title type='text'>April 13</title><content type='html'>Ears ring all of a sudden&lt;br /&gt;perhaps my music has been too loud&lt;br /&gt;it makes sense now i suppose&lt;br /&gt;Why do i write these blog entries he asks&lt;br /&gt;the other replies its a place where he writes&lt;br /&gt;and no one will read them &lt;br /&gt;That may be but i know not all is barren&lt;br /&gt;after all guilt trips aren't my errand&lt;br /&gt;But your maturity is like a cloud&lt;br /&gt;Its braving the storm&lt;br /&gt;cause to you this is out of the norm&lt;br /&gt;Why do you make such a task&lt;br /&gt;To mock all the rest that give you such frights &lt;br /&gt;that no one will heal &lt;br /&gt;Ears ring to the burden&lt;br /&gt;that you carry that will not let you feel&lt;br /&gt;why do i write poems that carry no lead&lt;br /&gt;the writer replies to show that there's lights&lt;br /&gt;for those who will read&lt;br /&gt;not one that may ask&lt;br /&gt;This blog isn't the place &lt;br /&gt;where your burdens are basked&lt;br /&gt;Heaven is where the writings do last&lt;br /&gt;from whats inside your heart&lt;br /&gt;to what you hide in your mask&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-1664317919974202590?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/1664317919974202590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/04/april-13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/1664317919974202590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/1664317919974202590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/04/april-13.html' title='April 13'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-7285087823928872810</id><published>2010-04-08T23:49:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T22:42:42.686-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='likes and dislikes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football and soccer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='optimistic views of mine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>The facts</title><content type='html'>The facts are as follow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finals are almost here and its going to get intense around this neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My car is not yet ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are people with their facts mixed up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy sleeping on the bus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a person i am trying to teach about the book of mormon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not a good time for people sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People in the neighborhood are bad liars, and i'm okay with that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found four dollars in my pocket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy my friend is back from kiwi land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ricky Martin came out to no surprise we all knew it in the spanish world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to summer, just like everyone else on facebook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate Trolololo man but it will scare the he!! out of you soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've become indifferent to some people in my neighborhood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The red sox season is back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad is engaged and thats all that matters right now so shut up, we are happy for him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My painting will be finished when i finish it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lavender will mock this somehow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;365 is awesome and so is lavender thats why they get stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life isn't fair, but thats how we learn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can only compare good apples to bad apples and bad oranges to good oranges, but you sure can compare apples to oranges we do it every day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star Wars rules&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0322 is a friend and so is the roommate and they're wicked awesome as well as the other half&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i right? or am i right?  right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to be in the know to know otherwise you are not in the know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my roommates thats why they get stuff too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have only hated one person in my whole life and i would like to keep it that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a type A, RED, and Purple personality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love soccer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love football &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love basketball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i shoot hoops by myself i've had a rough day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pupusas are romantic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take my sports seriously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to take my coffee black, now i don't take it at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm obviously annoyed, happy, sad, bored, opinionated, so deal with it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are most likely my friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adidas, Puma, Nike, Reebok, in that order of best to worst from left to right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love BYU since i came here once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been to a lot of places, but not Europe not yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I expect too much from people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stay up late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the walrus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am adamant about a lot of things, you could say i'm stuck in my ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will find her, but until then i'll wait and do all that i can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly understand we're not all perfect, and most people are good, so i have not lost faith in any of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Morning , good afternoon and good night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need new shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue is my favorite color&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April fools is one of my favorite days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People in my hood including me make so many dumb excuses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a writer, i'm writing a book on details, i've already written 200 pages worth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's a critic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry you may sometimes feel your life is perfect compared to other's i'm sure that goes with your statement that starts off ever so self righteously  "that's why I don't (do or say certain things)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;previously on LOST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am bitter, but i'm sweet, semi sweet bitter chocolate i guess all you need to do is bake me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baking for guys that are obviously not interested is a waste of your time, but it's worth it when it somehow pays out, so do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember the last time you baked me cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm devoted to my religion, but its not enough to some of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to improve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This feels good to write what i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think too much, and i will continue as much as i can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of Best FRIENDS, so what? I'm glad to have them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love dating, but its getting old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate playing goalie in soccer, but sometimes I'm freakin' amazing at it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to cook for people, for fun, and for charitable purposes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when you hover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a hover board&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can take that kind of a rejection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a favorite chick flick only a few know what its called&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Boston, Massachusetts, Los Angeles, Ogden, Arizona, and my native country&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Messi all the way, forget C. Ronaldo, the real RONALDO is brazilian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manchester United, INTER, Barca! Real Salt Lake!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-7285087823928872810?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/7285087823928872810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/04/facts.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/7285087823928872810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/7285087823928872810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/04/facts.html' title='The facts'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-5583374202598787809</id><published>2010-03-31T00:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T00:12:38.508-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Walrus</title><content type='html'>Talk about improvement.  In 2009 we struggled mightily getting anyone to play soccer.  Let alone the struggles on the field.  But, you know what 2010 came and went and it was a lot of fun.  Granted we may have played against teams not as competitive, but playing with your group of friends was the best part of it all.  At first I'll admit I wasn't expecting anything special, but was i proved wrong.  From header goals, to great defensive stops, to nose dives into the goal, and many many scrapes.  I would dare say it was worth all our time and effort.  Losing tonight was not as fun though, its always lousy to lose.  There is nothing positive at the present state when you lose, only the hope of improvement the next time around, if there's a next time in which case there is not.  I was telling Blazed Agenda and even Lavender that I had not been this upset in a really long time.  It was good to get the emotion out of me.  But, anyways, I'm glad, satisfied, we did what we needed to do and it was just not our night.  But, i've made friends, and we had fans come support us along the way.  Until then, my yellow kangaroos will just have to collect dust until the next challenge.  And HOT DANG was i mad at their cocky player who doesn't realize it is unacceptable to run out of the goal box and try and run up the score when you already have the win!  ugghhhhhh!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-5583374202598787809?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/5583374202598787809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/03/walrus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/5583374202598787809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/5583374202598787809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/03/walrus.html' title='Walrus'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-4565961195279401224</id><published>2010-03-24T23:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T23:56:12.571-06:00</updated><title type='text'>3X3</title><content type='html'>so, when your friends come over at around 10pm, you step out and they throw water balloons at you.  Then you take a trip to IN-N-OUT and you get a 3X3 with fries and a shake.  Then you come home and you go to sleep.  But gosh dang it my stomach hurts bad now.   3x3 though, so much meat and cheese.  I have done a 4x4 but i just wasn't completely in the mood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-4565961195279401224?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/4565961195279401224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/03/3x3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/4565961195279401224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/4565961195279401224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/03/3x3.html' title='3X3'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-2981738082252198308</id><published>2010-03-21T21:49:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T22:21:12.455-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><title type='text'>8 days of weirdness free</title><content type='html'>So a few days ago, you can only read into how many, my friend predicted there would be something major and weird that would happen. I guess it didn't come to pass. However, I think these past few days have been normal and calm, and I enjoyed it. Much will happen soon I'm sure. If it's major, hopefully it will be good. If it is minimal then well it will be welcome. As long as it's not unsurpassable I will be fine. &lt;br /&gt;I woke up from a nap, and to my surprise my good dear friend brought me some empanadas. This made my Sunday evening all the better. We had a chat as we always do, and we talked about how my buttons are pushed. They have been in more recent times been pushed for things that when you look back at them are quite silly. Other's you just hope people would get the picture that it's not cool because it's not welcomed in my mind. It's just too bad i guess, i can take the blame and be the bad guy for that one. &lt;br /&gt;I had set apart a budget of $25 bucks for this weekend. It's not much but I was planning on maybe spending it "wisely". I spend it wisely alright, I bought new shoes, introducing my first pair of Asics, Onitsuka Tiger Ultimate 81's. &lt;a href="http://citysole.com/shoe_store/images/medium/HN201-8301_MED.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 450px;" src="http://citysole.com/shoe_store/images/medium/HN201-8301_MED.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is mainly symbolic because my money ended up being spent on "&lt;a href="http://maldy.blogspot.com/2009/08/shoes.html"&gt;shoes&lt;/a&gt;" anyways. But that's all I have to say about that for now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other thoughts, I noticed someone got towed on Saturday night. I really had no sympathy. It is quite clear that in the parking lot of the complex the girls live at in my ward, there's a spot with a sign. FIRE LANE NO PARKING!!! Any one knows you are not supposed to park in that area, and well people still do. The only time I felt bad was when my friend White Nike parked there, but that's about it for sympathy. Seriously, you see the sign, don't be so surprised or get all argumentative about how stupid it was that you got towed, and how you just ran into your or your friends apt just for a sec. No, sorry, everyone knows quite well that even if you have to park three blocks away, you don't park on a fire lane without running the risk of having your car lifted up and taken away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, I hope y'all have a great week, full of normalness and some weirdness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-2981738082252198308?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/2981738082252198308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/03/8-days-of-weirdness-free.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/2981738082252198308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/2981738082252198308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/03/8-days-of-weirdness-free.html' title='8 days of weirdness free'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-7338258552363301453</id><published>2010-03-18T00:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T00:12:53.858-06:00</updated><title type='text'>rhymes</title><content type='html'>so on nights every so often i'll gather thoughts and write them down.  I usually follow a format and go with it.  And off does it go every now and again depending on the days events via text.  It makes it to certain phones and they are read.  Usually i get a critique or two.  Mostly a goodnight and thats all i look for.  However they're not all meant to be common knowledge.  I guess people can be made aware of them, but sometimes i intend, naively, for them to know what is said to be kept to themselves.  Unless of course its just common knowledge.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What then is common knowledge?  I would state, that in my book of definitions it stands for &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  You had to be there to understand&lt;br /&gt;2.  YOu have to be trusted in an inner circle (circles can be solitary rings too)&lt;br /&gt;3.  You just have not been told straight up, you know.  (cause even if you didn't know you just would have to know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mainly these things all make sense to me.  And when i share them they should make some sense if you think about it in it's correct context.  But, hey i'm weird i guess, i'm the one who thinks they're better than a lot of people.  Sorry, you just have to be in the know.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lavender,  i know you'll tease me about this post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-7338258552363301453?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/7338258552363301453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/03/rhymes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/7338258552363301453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/7338258552363301453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/03/rhymes.html' title='rhymes'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-7830916008916008651</id><published>2010-03-02T00:35:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T00:52:28.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ankles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/S4y_94zNbcI/AAAAAAAAAG4/4RBxOl0fxIM/s1600-h/anklesprain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 283px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/S4y_94zNbcI/AAAAAAAAAG4/4RBxOl0fxIM/s320/anklesprain.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443937119524187586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have two of them like most people in this world. I have been blessed with the kindness of never having a problem with them in a serious manner.  I remember the last time i had rolled one of my ankles and it was when i was in 7th grade.  I was grabbing a rebound in basketball and came down on one leg.  I like to keep the other one a little high up in the air for an intimidating stomp every now and then till this day.  But, as when i was 13 years of age and until today I had not rolled it as bad.  in that same time frame I had never had two of the ankles be mildly sprained at around a week in time distance.  That streak has now thus far come to a mildly rolled conclusion.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my efforts to take it like a man, I kept ice (bag of peas and carrots) on my right ankle after rolling it during a game of HORSE.  I played goalie through a soccer game and brought more pain to it.  Luckly we won, and I had a more focused effort due to the pain.  I would not recommend it to anyone though. Then things looked positive and i played broom hockey, i sprained my right ankle once more.  This time i felt severe pain until i was home and back on ice.  I was able to make the flight up stairs up on campus to watch a movie, and sunday so as to be at church. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, today i played basketball on a sort of healed right ankle, still hurts to jump and do stuff, but i can take it.  However on a last and final game of 3 on 3 half court, i decide to play a little more with effort, i went for a block and she faked me out completely.  Power to her she normally gets blocked by me, but she's learned and adapted.  I came down on her foot and my left ankle has now shared the pain my right has so gracefully and manly endured.  My left is unique though, i'm not lefty anything besides batting in baseball.  But, i get a lot of power from jumping on my left foot.  I have a balancing control with my left foot, its the only reason my right foot is good at anything it does because my left foot takes care of all the little things it has been assigned to do.  BUt now lefty is hurt, and righty has to be the man.  I've come to a conclusion though, no more basketball till both are healed.  As for soccer thats a whole different decision, i have 8 days minimum to recover until the first games.  Until then be careful of your ankles you have been given two.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-7830916008916008651?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/7830916008916008651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/03/ankles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/7830916008916008651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/7830916008916008651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/03/ankles.html' title='Ankles'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/S4y_94zNbcI/AAAAAAAAAG4/4RBxOl0fxIM/s72-c/anklesprain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-8000855211440847177</id><published>2010-02-16T21:24:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T22:36:51.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Below as you can see is a set of pictures of footballers.  Not the best by all means, but some of the one's you just can't help but notice sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/S3ty0fTMpCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/oVOyzlN_Www/s1600-h/abel-xavier.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 244px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/S3ty0fTMpCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/oVOyzlN_Www/s320/abel-xavier.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439067221060789282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xabel Xavier playing for Liverpool Craziest hair I have ever seen.  I painted him once in high school.  It took a lot of yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/S3twFfqHmoI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Ziqvsv06Eps/s1600-h/romaniateam1998_40266a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/S3twFfqHmoI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Ziqvsv06Eps/s320/romaniateam1998_40266a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439064214679820930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Romanian National Football Team decided to come together in all bleachness.  It helped them advance to the second round of the World Cup tournament when it was held in France way back in 1998.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/S3twFErjkuI/AAAAAAAAAGg/EquCbmOohEA/s1600-h/taribo%2520west%2520hair%2520horror.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 184px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/S3twFErjkuI/AAAAAAAAAGg/EquCbmOohEA/s320/taribo%2520west%2520hair%2520horror.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439064207438090978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taribo West.  He was my favorite Nigerian Footballer only due to his hair. He also played for my favorite club team from the Italian League (Inter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/S3twE-PWMkI/AAAAAAAAAGY/qt0-aH1v9Rs/s1600-h/lalas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/S3twE-PWMkI/AAAAAAAAAGY/qt0-aH1v9Rs/s320/lalas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439064205709161026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexi Lalas, he was an icon in the early 1990s for all soccer playing kids.  Iconic only because of the hair.  I used to think carrot top was his brother, or somewhat related.&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/S3twEtuHdII/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bl5U63jgVQk/s1600-h/carlos_valderrama_2_779933a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/S3twEtuHdII/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bl5U63jgVQk/s320/carlos_valderrama_2_779933a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439064201274815618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlos "el pibe" Valderrama, by far the best Footballer in this list.  The man was as creative of a midfielder you could ever ask for in football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/S3twEPzlG0I/AAAAAAAAAGI/Z-kctjIH-HQ/s1600-h/_40972890_cisse_pa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/S3twEPzlG0I/AAAAAAAAAGI/Z-kctjIH-HQ/s320/_40972890_cisse_pa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439064193244666690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Djibril Cisse, the frenchman was good, but he was no Jedi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-8000855211440847177?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/8000855211440847177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/02/below-as-you-can-see-is-set-of-pictures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/8000855211440847177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/8000855211440847177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/02/below-as-you-can-see-is-set-of-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/S3ty0fTMpCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/oVOyzlN_Www/s72-c/abel-xavier.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-5966444446742375692</id><published>2010-02-11T23:26:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T23:49:45.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ahhh china</title><content type='html'>Every day I think of a few things. Yes I do have constant thoughts and dreams as anyone else would. What are they well I'll tell you a few in no particular order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boston: The root of a lot of nostalgia in my life. Why is it that i have such a fascination with it every day? Well its a source of reference towards times of decision making on a constant basis. It's almost like a dictionary to me. Even a thesaurus if you want to compare it to that.  I guess if at one point in my life i reach a crossroad towards making a decions which relies on spiritual things and some temporal I quickly reference past experience in the matter.  If there is no experience to draw from then I proceed with additional caution. (in which most cases it involves girls thats a different point of reference).  It's not my only source to gather information from my subconcious mind.  There's other times such as the time from Boston till the present.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, what am i getting to?  Get to the point you might be stating in frustration while reading this.  Well I need to get out of this town as soon as school is completely finished!! even if its another 5 years or so!  But, don't get me wrong.  THings develop and will make themselves known.  Everything i'm doing in my life has a purpose, and at the moment thats sitting at this bloody computer, writing about things pertaining to me.  And even as frustrating as it may be It shows the one side of me that has been documented along with those i have interacted.  Sound like a journal, perhaps it does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-5966444446742375692?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/5966444446742375692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/02/ahhh-china.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/5966444446742375692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/5966444446742375692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/02/ahhh-china.html' title='ahhh china'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21574807.post-4896310566528116663</id><published>2010-02-03T21:34:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T22:10:42.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/S2pWi-Ap-6I/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qoyp2De4Em8/s1600-h/2801-762617.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/S2pWi-Ap-6I/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qoyp2De4Em8/s320/2801-762617.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434251059137215394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I'm at work or in the car or in any location by myself. I get all types of random thoughts. To clear my head i sometimes head over to my friends apartment and play Super Nintendo. I could not imagine a better way to become brain dead at least for an hour or until i run out of lives with Mario. However today after many things, i decided it would be best just to take a nap. I had a wonderful nap and took a shower right afterwards. I headed up to our stake institute and heard more on FAITH, its power and more of its attributes. But, with all FAITH related issues, i seemed to think how many times have I exercised true faith.  Too many and still it feels that it's not enough.  Or in other words I'm trying to say that there will be more times to come where I'll need to have great faith.  One quote from our teacher was the following&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Faith can be really scary, but it can drive us to do great things..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How greatful I am for this quote.  Because at times being the human that I am every day of my life I find (mostly reminded of the obvious) that the only thing that holds me back is fear.  Which fear I should rid my life of and have confidence in my Savior (Prov. 3:21-26)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise I find that life will be backwards with me.  I referenced back to a scripture I found on my mission.(Jeremiah 7:23-24)  The sort that gave motivation to me at the time for those who I would teach.  I now find it motivating for me in my present estate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, thats my thoughts for today.  Sort of different from any other entry I have posted.  I'm filled with joy every time I feel of the spirit of the Lord.  And, I rejoice in knowing that there is more to life than many earthly things.  Thus this is my motive, and that is to reach Life Eternal, but at a righteous cost. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21574807-4896310566528116663?l=maldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/feeds/4896310566528116663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/02/wednesday-faith.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/4896310566528116663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21574807/posts/default/4896310566528116663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldy.blogspot.com/2010/02/wednesday-faith.html' title='Wednesday Faith'/><author><name>Maldy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/SuPcgPKFjqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XAwmX750qs/S220/spiderman_news.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvR4szsYzUA/S2pWi-Ap-6I/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qoyp2De4Em8/s72-c/2801-762617.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
