<?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-7774840</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:45:47.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a thought</title><subtitle type='html'>A funky town crazy white boy with too much time and too much whiskey and cheap, affordably priced wine...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtstoppers.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774840/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtstoppers.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Good Adam Hunting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377203063902124178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774840.post-112435401372504509</id><published>2005-08-18T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T01:37:09.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone call a doctor!!!</title><content type='html'>Someone had better, because there's only one cure! More cow bell baby!!! I am sure you are having a heart attack seeing me actually blog! I think I just had a heart attack. It is scary, but oh so true. Life has been a freight train for the last past months. I miss bloging my thoughts, and getting your sweet replies. I am exited for this weekend. I hear we are going up to the mountains to do something... See, I am so out of touch! Michelle had fun on her trip back home to Wisconsin, her friend had a wedding! Weddings make me laugh and cry at the same time, it is really weird, so I decided to stay here in Vegas and cry with my kids, two dogs and a beer. Just kidding about the dogs. So anyway, I think I want to move! I can currently hear a cockroach chirp either right outside my wall or INSIDE my room! It is like the Boston Cock Roach Symphony in here. I hate bugs, it was a total accident that they exist, I read it somewhere. Yeah, God said one day that he needed something that sounded like bugs, but he didn't say bugs, and Wham!! we have bugs.... Someone please get that angel a hearing aide!!  Anyway, back to the roach orchestra, &lt;em&gt;this roach is roaching in sync with my typing!&lt;/em&gt; It is like the coolest and grossest roach ever, that just wants to fit in.   It is really freakin' me out! Well, anyway, I hope all is well with all of you and I will type back to you soon. Tell the doctor you need adrenaline, tell him of your allergies, and believe me, I will do my best to blog more often to prevent future palpitations. Well, maybe, I don't want to promise anything too crazy. Strike that second to last sentence there. Of course, I did say I would do my best. Good, unstrike it. Put it back into your mind, I have gone back to the original promise. I love you all!! Eat your 5 food groups and run yearly! ( I said that for my benefit!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7774840-112435401372504509?l=thoughtstoppers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtstoppers.blogspot.com/feeds/112435401372504509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7774840&amp;postID=112435401372504509' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774840/posts/default/112435401372504509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774840/posts/default/112435401372504509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtstoppers.blogspot.com/2005/08/someone-call-doctor.html' title='Someone call a doctor!!!'/><author><name>Good Adam Hunting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377203063902124178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774840.post-111519110011248129</id><published>2005-05-04T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T00:18:20.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My latest Blog</title><content type='html'>Holy crap, I have blogged!!!!!!!!!!!!!   Michelle has made fun of me for the last time!!   Oh, and you too Kenny.   Michelle said you never blog much either!  I think you should ban her from your house from now on.   Just giving you a heads up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am just as busy as ever.   Nothing too exciting going on here.   I liked my hair in a recent picture.   Short of that, nothing too amazing.   I love everyone I know, even my enemas.  I mean my enemies.  Enemas are not too likeable.  I promise, NOT that I would know.  I love my children, My wife is perfect, and I am addicted to racquet sports.  I have learned the ancient Chinese secret to my anger paths, and I am angry I learned it.   LOL, kidding mom.   Anyhow,  I hope you are enjoying this array of words that trickle ..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this online journaling or online diarying?  My diary is sort of personal.  But being I do not have a diary, maybe it is all good to do it here.  I am too tired though.   I do not know how I will start due to my tired state.    This just in,,,,,,,,,,,  I am back on the blog scene.  STOP More tomorrow......Stop......Have sheepish dreams until then.  B ye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7774840-111519110011248129?l=thoughtstoppers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtstoppers.blogspot.com/feeds/111519110011248129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7774840&amp;postID=111519110011248129' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774840/posts/default/111519110011248129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774840/posts/default/111519110011248129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtstoppers.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-latest-blog.html' title='My latest Blog'/><author><name>Good Adam Hunting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377203063902124178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774840.post-110362980607014427</id><published>2004-12-21T03:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T03:52:47.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Wife Rocks!</title><content type='html'>That pretty much sums it all up, doesn't it? I love her so much and am so grateful for her. She is wise, frugal and always gives me GOOD advice. Not like that "EVE' I got waaayyyy back when. The crazy part about all that is too, I don't even like apples. Good riddens to that chick! haha..... Thank you God for her and her love. I see You through her every move, her every unconditional  act....... Gene, it was great hangin' tonight buddy. Jeremy, call me. I love you and I love tennis... Von Collenburgs, all love for you. Thank you for hangin' out tonight and for leaving those freshly sweet egg rolls!&lt;br /&gt;Johnny and Jess Miles, You know I love you both, you make me laugh.....and drink. I'm Irish and I love ya! That is enough "shout outs" for tonight.. I am tired.. See ya all later and very soon!   God Bless and Merry CHRISTmas!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7774840-110362980607014427?l=thoughtstoppers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtstoppers.blogspot.com/feeds/110362980607014427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7774840&amp;postID=110362980607014427' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774840/posts/default/110362980607014427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774840/posts/default/110362980607014427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtstoppers.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-wife-rocks.html' title='My Wife Rocks!'/><author><name>Good Adam Hunting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377203063902124178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774840.post-110230818342521140</id><published>2004-12-05T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T20:59:37.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Song to the Lord</title><content type='html'>I have forgotten you Lord, I have Partied, drank, Rock n' rolled, I have given bad advice to the best of friends, I have wandered like a lost, drunk sheep through empty fields, taken refuge in hell and dug a "death ditch" to play in..... and you have been holding my hand, carrying me out of the fires always. Did I once thank you, let alone acknowledge you were there? You are Lord! You are grace and love. You are understanding when the rest of the world is blind, even your own followers... Your own children.... Ah yes! You are the mighty Lord, my God!&lt;br /&gt;A woman once asked a man, " Why do you still remember to pray to God after all the horrible things that have happened to you. How do you still pray to him!" The man answered her with low eyes at first, then lifting them with great meaning and said, "Just because I am walking next to my daughter, and she falls down and gets hurt, it doesn't then mean that I let her fall. The unconditional love of the father is defined by the way I would pick her up and love on her, and be with her through all the pain.... God never said He would prevent us from getting hurt, or prevent us going through very painful moments in our lives. He did, however, promise that He would be there to hold us, pick us up and let us cry in his arms &lt;em&gt;when&lt;/em&gt; we get hurt."&lt;br /&gt;Our Father &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; love..... and what would we do without Him in a world where we constantly do things to hurt ourselves, let alone the things that happen to us that &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt; out of our control.&lt;br /&gt;Father I love you and thank you, for picking me up and holding me when I am hurt. I pray that you will help me to understand your will when I do not, and to help me accept what happens to me in my journey through the vast winds and storms with painful drops of tears upon my face, and to be thankful when refreshing rain drops of joy rejuvenate my soul and give me drink! You, oh my one and only Father, are blessed and define my love and joy. You make all things good and happy when You are there, and You always are.... Help me then to remember that, and never to worry or fear again. I leap into your hands God, I am your servant and son. Thank you daddy, thank you Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7774840-110230818342521140?l=thoughtstoppers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtstoppers.blogspot.com/feeds/110230818342521140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7774840&amp;postID=110230818342521140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774840/posts/default/110230818342521140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774840/posts/default/110230818342521140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtstoppers.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-song-to-lord.html' title='My Song to the Lord'/><author><name>Good Adam Hunting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377203063902124178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774840.post-110216364092566090</id><published>2004-12-04T04:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T04:34:00.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Stuff I learn ?@#$!^%&amp;?????</title><content type='html'>I watched the film, "Underworld" tonight and it rocked!   I learned something very valuable, I think, from this movie.  I learned that I should NOT take sides on issues or people, but should always stay on the side of truth.  I also learned that it is dangerous to fear anything, except perhaps, God.  In fear, you get angry and fanatical.  You argue excessively and where does it get you?  It divides, but more damaging, it clouds your ability to see truth because now you develop this arguement, persona or idea that you feel you must now defend.  It might be embarrassing to see you are dead off base and have to resind your views and passionate fight.  So on and on you fight, beating the air like a blind fool.  I now can see through this movie that it is much more important not to take sides, debate and try to persuade people to your views; however, to dig into the facts unveiling truth and excepting none other.  To be your own leader and submitt to the notion of also being your own follower.  I know, I get the weirdest spins off of movies in between the blood and guts.   I am just wired a little......special&lt;br /&gt;         I am waiting to get up for Michelle's half marathon this morning.  I am excited for her!   She has trained hard and I know she will run a great race.  I love all and to all a good night  ........sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Keep it in His Hands,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&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/7774840-110216364092566090?l=thoughtstoppers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtstoppers.blogspot.com/feeds/110216364092566090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7774840&amp;postID=110216364092566090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774840/posts/default/110216364092566090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774840/posts/default/110216364092566090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtstoppers.blogspot.com/2004/12/stuff-i-learn.html' title='The Stuff I learn ?@#$!^%&amp;?????'/><author><name>Good Adam Hunting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377203063902124178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774840.post-109840486931360278</id><published>2004-10-21T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T17:27:49.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission Statement</title><content type='html'>.............if fear leads you, then you have already been defeated even before the fight .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............if courage guides you and leads you with faith , hope, and no fear, than you have won before you have even begun to fight.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........many good men die everyday, but what defines them is not &lt;em&gt;how&lt;/em&gt; they died, but &lt;em&gt;what&lt;/em&gt; they died for!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7774840-109840486931360278?l=thoughtstoppers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtstoppers.blogspot.com/feeds/109840486931360278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7774840&amp;postID=109840486931360278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774840/posts/default/109840486931360278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774840/posts/default/109840486931360278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtstoppers.blogspot.com/2004/10/mission-statement.html' title='Mission Statement'/><author><name>Good Adam Hunting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377203063902124178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774840.post-109826374208722667</id><published>2004-10-20T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T02:15:42.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>I consider myself a king due to the love my friends hold for me.  I am getting used to having people around me who will let me say anything and not get upset by it, but support and love me through it all.   I am lucky to have you Jeremy, Gene, Lisa, Andy, Lori, Tera, Stacy, Michelle, Tommy, Megan, Greg, ect, ect, ect..........       Told you I was rich.... I could easily go on and on,  but that's just a scatch of the surface of this week.  Thank you,  I love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7774840-109826374208722667?l=thoughtstoppers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtstoppers.blogspot.com/feeds/109826374208722667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7774840&amp;postID=109826374208722667' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774840/posts/default/109826374208722667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774840/posts/default/109826374208722667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtstoppers.blogspot.com/2004/10/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Good Adam Hunting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377203063902124178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774840.post-109653443517470804</id><published>2004-09-30T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T01:53:55.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fast News of Nothing</title><content type='html'>I Can't give you the stats and the weather,  A silly motive for whether, this or that man killed his wife...  i don't have the answers, but i have got a bunch of friends, who'll listen to no end,  even when i make no news, or sense, at all.    Nothing to report....   A boring report i know, but so much better than the news of the "meaningful world.. "   it might be scary out there, but who's gonna be scared enough to notice?   i am rambling on down the court, dribbling through sentences as though they had no defense.  if anyone understands the words coming out my brain,,,    it's lunch on me......   goood night you Paris lovers and hopeless romantics,,  there needs to be more of you........................................      Buona notte &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7774840-109653443517470804?l=thoughtstoppers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtstoppers.blogspot.com/feeds/109653443517470804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7774840&amp;postID=109653443517470804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774840/posts/default/109653443517470804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774840/posts/default/109653443517470804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtstoppers.blogspot.com/2004/09/fast-news-of-nothing.html' title='Fast News of Nothing'/><author><name>Good Adam Hunting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377203063902124178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774840.post-109626958278990335</id><published>2004-09-27T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T00:19:42.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a stand!!!  Leave a legacy.....</title><content type='html'>   a man who stands for anything.....will stand for &lt;em&gt;anything&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   a man who stands for something... well now, he will stand for &lt;em&gt;something!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;   &lt;/em&gt;just throw apples if that makes no sense...   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Michelle's grandfather passed away yesterday at Michelle's side.  He stood for many things.  They might not all have been the best or worse of things to stand for, but he had the guts to make a stand; that's how I always saw him anyway.  I think those sort of men leave a legacy, whether they wanted to or not.  I will miss the man, but am glad to know he has left a piece of himself that will continue to effect us for years to come.  I hope to be able to leave that sort of impression when I birth into eternity and leave this world a gift, a legacy.  Well, I need to turn down now and let Michelle blog.  I love you all,     Gooodnight.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7774840-109626958278990335?l=thoughtstoppers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtstoppers.blogspot.com/feeds/109626958278990335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7774840&amp;postID=109626958278990335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774840/posts/default/109626958278990335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774840/posts/default/109626958278990335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtstoppers.blogspot.com/2004/09/take-stand-leave-legacy.html' title='Take a stand!!!  Leave a legacy.....'/><author><name>Good Adam Hunting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377203063902124178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774840.post-109515277821510430</id><published>2004-09-14T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T02:06:18.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Constipation</title><content type='html'>    Tonight i was constipated..   It was not fun.   i thought of what my friends might say to comfort me.  They'd probably say " you're only free to poop when you're free NOT to poop"   well, i must go get a drink.  Get the juices flowing.  nOT THose juices, my brain juices.  i       am       so       darned     cotton      pickin'        &lt;a href="mailto:tired!!!!@#$%%"&gt;tired!!!!@#$%%&lt;/a&gt;^^^.. . ..  .. . . .&lt;br /&gt; Listen...... to all my unloyal &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; more in the direction of loyal, readers.  Go to the website jibjab.com.&lt;br /&gt;you'll laugh &lt;em&gt;so somehow&lt;/em&gt; that it's quite possibly the cure for constipation.   My soul has constipation of the thoughts, so ,,  i'm out of thoughts,,,   .. . . . .. so     goo ood night'':..,//.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7774840-109515277821510430?l=thoughtstoppers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtstoppers.blogspot.com/feeds/109515277821510430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7774840&amp;postID=109515277821510430' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774840/posts/default/109515277821510430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774840/posts/default/109515277821510430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtstoppers.blogspot.com/2004/09/constipation.html' title='Constipation'/><author><name>Good Adam Hunting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377203063902124178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774840.post-109515048659821453</id><published>2004-09-14T01:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T01:45:20.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The American Image</title><content type='html'>Recently I found myself standing in line after line for hours, which morphed into days.... I was auditioning for American Idol. I went through thousands of scenarios in my time of waiting, trying to figure out what the judges were looking for... I did it, I read them right, but win as I did, I did not win the hearts of the American Image. The executive producer, Nigel, Apologized for is preceeding words and killed my dreams like a phychopathic killer, or so he thought... he told me as good as I might have been, I was not what they needed at that time. The needed diversity, they needed ratings!!! Not so much American Idol anymore, but the all "boring as usual" American Dollar. And in a way, Isn't that the true American Idol? Money,money,money!! There is a song for you. That song wins every time...&lt;br /&gt;Despite it all, I loved it. I was reminded of something that is not seen usually in such concentration normally seen in one's day to day.... I was surrounded by thousands of passionate, vibrant people, fighting for their passion and dreams!! It was and remains a romantic scene in my memories, and will never be easily forgotten. Look at yourself, from the outside all the way in, and ask yourself," Do I have a passion? A burning desire? Do I seek the unimaginable, the untouchable? Or do I merely, quietly exist?" I became in that instant young and indestructable again.... My sites were set far!! Further than I remembered I could quite possibly see!! I was anything and everything and I dared the world to try and stop me!! I no longer walked, but flew through the crowds and people saw it. It scared some, intimidated others, But then some too, it became in them and I was happy to see the connection. It was a reward, a priviledge.....&lt;br /&gt;Look past what intimidates you, and that confidence will intimidate your worse fears into what bows down to you. Then you too will be free and indivisible from your soul, your dreams, your life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7774840-109515048659821453?l=thoughtstoppers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtstoppers.blogspot.com/feeds/109515048659821453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7774840&amp;postID=109515048659821453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774840/posts/default/109515048659821453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774840/posts/default/109515048659821453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtstoppers.blogspot.com/2004/09/american-image.html' title='The American Image'/><author><name>Good Adam Hunting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377203063902124178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774840.post-109471833425093962</id><published>2004-09-09T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T22:29:54.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Late</title><content type='html'>i was going to get all political, but i will not go to that dark side of conversation.  instead,  i will sleep.........   Goodnight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7774840-109471833425093962?l=thoughtstoppers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtstoppers.blogspot.com/feeds/109471833425093962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7774840&amp;postID=109471833425093962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774840/posts/default/109471833425093962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774840/posts/default/109471833425093962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtstoppers.blogspot.com/2004/09/its-late.html' title='It&apos;s Late'/><author><name>Good Adam Hunting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377203063902124178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774840.post-109099971733088425</id><published>2004-07-28T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T22:19:06.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wisdom Learned</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;wisdom is not something we have,  but something we see through long observation......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                                                                                         -a hunt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i was realizing yesterday as i was facing litigation threats and harsh, loud words,  that to reply in wisdom is to not reply at all  until you have an opportunity to study all the facts.  We went to the harshmans today with everyone eventually getting there, and it was hard to leave..   Long live community!  allright, i must sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&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/7774840-109099971733088425?l=thoughtstoppers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtstoppers.blogspot.com/feeds/109099971733088425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7774840&amp;postID=109099971733088425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774840/posts/default/109099971733088425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774840/posts/default/109099971733088425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtstoppers.blogspot.com/2004/07/wisdom-learned.html' title='Wisdom Learned'/><author><name>Good Adam Hunting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377203063902124178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774840.post-109100258735911377</id><published>2004-07-28T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T22:11:04.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus' thoughts on swiming?</title><content type='html'>i'm sure God likes to swim.  he was always in a boat or walking on water,  but i will bet there were times when he would run on the water, and then......swim.    What do you think?  i  Gotta go.   PEace Out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7774840-109100258735911377?l=thoughtstoppers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtstoppers.blogspot.com/feeds/109100258735911377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7774840&amp;postID=109100258735911377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774840/posts/default/109100258735911377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774840/posts/default/109100258735911377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtstoppers.blogspot.com/2004/07/jesus-thoughts-on-swiming.html' title='Jesus&apos; thoughts on swiming?'/><author><name>Good Adam Hunting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377203063902124178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774840.post-109100224814830352</id><published>2004-07-28T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T22:30:55.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sleep... we dont need no stinkin' sleep......</title><content type='html'>yeah,   i just could not go to bed..  my wife is soo B-E-A-utiful!  She is like an angel watching over me.   She doesn't realize it, but she is perfect....     i think life is perfect.....  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i saw two bugs doing it while fliing in the air.  they must burn even more calories than humans.   OK i MUST sleeeep!    Guten  nacht.&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/7774840-109100224814830352?l=thoughtstoppers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtstoppers.blogspot.com/feeds/109100224814830352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7774840&amp;postID=109100224814830352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774840/posts/default/109100224814830352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774840/posts/default/109100224814830352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtstoppers.blogspot.com/2004/07/sleep-we-dont-need-no-stinkin-sleep.html' title='sleep... we dont need no stinkin&apos; sleep......'/><author><name>Good Adam Hunting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377203063902124178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
