<?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-5801771</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:34:56.842-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blodnick II</title><subtitle type='html'>Bringing you Denver life and food...daily.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>179</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-112249610127576213</id><published>2005-07-27T14:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T14:28:21.286-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blodnick II and the Future!</title><summary type='text'>Obviously I have grown weary of the blogosphere at this time.  I mean, I kept up a great blog for longer than most, but I just lost interest.This is only Blodnick II and I have no doubt that when my life gets more interesting there will one day be a Blodnick III, but today is not that day.Please keep checking out the great people I have linked here.  I still read them everyday and you should </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/112249610127576213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/112249610127576213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2005/07/blodnick-ii-and-future.html' title='Blodnick II and the Future!'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-111930909337719876</id><published>2005-06-20T17:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T17:11:33.376-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A new site!</title><summary type='text'>Wow, I was reading through my e-mail one fine day when I got a link to one of the most fabulous sites out there.  Cooking for Engineers is an incredible site just full of knowledge.  I mean, the thing has flow diagrams for every recipe! FREAKING BRILLIANT!My beer is coming along well and we will be bottling it this Thursday.  I can only hope that it came out well and I will be drinking delicious </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/111930909337719876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/111930909337719876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2005/06/new-site.html' title='A new site!'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-111807280456680435</id><published>2005-06-06T09:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T09:48:11.606-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiya!</title><summary type='text'>Well I want to post something interesting...something that would hold your attention, but compared to my buddy Keith's blog I just can't do it right now.Keith is over in Rome for 6 weeks studying law.  He also has internet.  Just this morning I was able to talk to him over AOL.  Sorry, but that is still freaking amazing that we had a conversation this morning before I went to work.Anyway, he is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/111807280456680435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/111807280456680435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2005/06/hiya.html' title='Hiya!'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-111713701228912557</id><published>2005-05-26T13:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T13:50:12.310-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Man!</title><summary type='text'>Wow, have I ever been working hard lately!  Lots to get done, not much time to do it.This past weekend Ken and I went to see the enw Star Wars movie.  Wow!  I mean, you didn't need the first or second movie at all because everything you ever wanted to know happened in the 3rd movie!  Some serious chill moments (and some serious horrible dialogue.  Oh well.  It is Star Wars!)Then we went and got </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/111713701228912557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/111713701228912557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2005/05/busy-man.html' title='Busy Man!'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-111642475376013187</id><published>2005-05-18T07:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T07:59:13.766-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I sit</title><summary type='text'>The day stasrts off well when you are told as soon as you walk in, "What the hell is that on your shirt?"  Whoopsie, that would be breakfast.  Good thing I wore a vest today, time to zip it up.Last weekend ended up being pretty fun.  We played some putt putt and got to go to Tony's, which I always like.  My little sis became drinkin age so we went and got a few things to drink, then drank like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/111642475376013187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/111642475376013187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2005/05/here-i-sit.html' title='Here I sit'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-111590850620690088</id><published>2005-05-12T08:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T08:35:06.400-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh yeah!</title><summary type='text'>A few things been goin on.  Last weekend ended up being a great time. Friday Keith was cool and bought me dinner and let me drink a bottle of wine.  We then watched a movie with one of his friends (Napoleon Dynamite!!!) and headed for home.Saturday was a mini family reunion.  I got to see my dad and his family as well as both of his parents.  I was thinking about that and I am pretty sure there </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/111590850620690088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/111590850620690088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2005/05/oh-yeah.html' title='Oh yeah!'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-111538741372841144</id><published>2005-05-06T07:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T07:50:13.733-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Trifle Bizarre</title><summary type='text'>This weekend, as planned, I am going up to Laramie.  It be my birthday on Saturday and I didn't much feel like spending it online with my cyber friends.  I get a call yesterday from my Dad.  We talk probably 4-5 times a year, but this one was funny.  "Uh hiya Nick.  I am graduating on Saturday and wondered if you might want to come."  HA!  I had no clue in the world that my Dad was getting a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/111538741372841144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/111538741372841144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2005/05/trifle-bizarre.html' title='A Trifle Bizarre'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-111513522800736513</id><published>2005-05-03T09:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T09:47:08.006-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Burger Lunch</title><summary type='text'>Keith blew into town yesterday to get a piece of paper signed by some old lady so he could go to Italy.  Frankly I don't understand why this couldn't be done through the mail, or really why it needs to be done at all, but it did mean we got to go get some lunch.  Haven't seen that boy in ages!Diet Pepsi Lime is foul, so I bought a 12 pack of it to really prove it to myself.  Normally when I buy a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/111513522800736513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/111513522800736513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2005/05/big-burger-lunch.html' title='Big Burger Lunch'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-111499196675244134</id><published>2005-05-01T17:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T17:59:26.753-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To catch you up...</title><summary type='text'>I got reminded by a loyal reader that I never filled everyone in on the trip to the south.  Well here goes...First off I had to ride in the car one on one with my boss...well one of many bosses.  That is always very awkward because you want to talk about something, but you don't want to get too personal.  Somehow I let her know that my grandparents winter in Texas and for some reason I was in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/111499196675244134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/111499196675244134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2005/05/to-catch-you-up.html' title='To catch you up...'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-111478563022642138</id><published>2005-04-29T08:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T08:40:30.226-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The old man...and this weekend</title><summary type='text'>Well my Grandad had surgery the other day to get his pooper moving again.  Something about his intestine getting pinched off in two places.  My roommate was telling me that he was watching a Discovery channel about that type of thing one night.  Apparently they didn't know how to fix it so the guy just kept eating.  Eventually his colon got the size of a couple basketballs and it exploded.  Thank</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/111478563022642138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/111478563022642138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2005/04/old-manand-this-weekend.html' title='The old man...and this weekend'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-111469872517423428</id><published>2005-04-28T08:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T08:32:37.300-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Heut ist Mein Tag!</title><summary type='text'>Ever since I bought my iPod photo I have been listening to songs that I had utterly forgotten about.  For instance, in college I was completely obsessed with this German techno girl.  It was a combination of really being into Germany, techno and hot chicks all at the same time.  Yeah, those were the days.  But I moved on from her.  Until now.  I had no idea that some 200 of my 4000 song </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/111469872517423428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/111469872517423428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2005/04/heut-ist-mein-tag.html' title='Heut ist Mein Tag!'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-111461921794982485</id><published>2005-04-27T10:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T10:26:57.950-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blodnick's Food as of Late</title><summary type='text'>A couple weekends ago I decided to take a trip up to Casper.  My mother was finally done with tax season and my grandparents were back in town.We went to the new trendy restaurant in Casper called 303.  I had this amazing steak with a kind of bitter chocolate sauce on top.  Oh my God!  Wow, that was good.  Cooked it medium and devoured the chocolatey bloody beefy goodness.  HA!  My grandpa got </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/111461921794982485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/111461921794982485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2005/04/blodnicks-food-as-of-late.html' title='Blodnick&apos;s Food as of Late'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-111452543358949261</id><published>2005-04-26T08:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T08:23:53.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What's up?</title><summary type='text'>Yeah, I know that I have been miserable with my blog for ages now.  I mean, it has been a month since my last post, and its not as if they were frequent before then. It's kind of a circle of shame.  I don't post, so I feel bad about not posting, but then I don't want to post and be expected to post.Anyway, nice weekend this past one.  My friend Ronnie and I drove around lookking at rental houses </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/111452543358949261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/111452543358949261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2005/04/whats-up.html' title='What&apos;s up?'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-111095433538401647</id><published>2005-03-15T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T23:25:35.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heading South.</title><summary type='text'>Tomorrow I head to Alabama and Mississippi...specifically Mobile, Birmingham, Montgomery and Jackson.  This is my first big business trip and I am pretty darn excited about it, if not a little nervous.It is funny though, I have been talking to some of these southern contracters on the phone lately and all of them want to just talk.  I wil have questions for them, or even answers, and all they </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/111095433538401647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/111095433538401647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2005/03/heading-south.html' title='Heading South.'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-110964207253092200</id><published>2005-02-28T18:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T18:54:32.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When you take it to the limit...</title><summary type='text'>...your most x-treme dreams can come true.  Uber style!That's a little quote I came up with that kind of expresses my feeling on the uberness of x-treme excitement with turbo.  What's been up?  I had a great time up in Ft. Collins with Spence and Jeny.  The Cowboys kinda blew it against CSU, so that was definitley dissapointing.  Work has been pretty tough lately, but I think I will be able to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/110964207253092200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/110964207253092200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2005/02/when-you-take-it-to-limit.html' title='When you take it to the limit...'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-110917115855251331</id><published>2005-02-23T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T08:05:58.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Always check what you write</title><summary type='text'>So I am talking to this new girl that I got hooked up with.  We are just kind of e-mailing right now to kind of test the waters.  Typically what I like to do when we are at this phase is ask a few questions every email (favorite this, favorite that) just to get a feel for who they are.Well I am doing this with this new girl when she asks me 3 questions.  I start writing answers but I just was not</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/110917115855251331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/110917115855251331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2005/02/always-check-what-you-write.html' title='Always check what you write'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-110874122845138307</id><published>2005-02-18T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T08:40:28.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Company Party</title><summary type='text'>Tonight I have yet another company party.  This one is to mourn the loss of our current president and celebrate the birth of a new one!  I don't know whether to wear black or bring party balloons.  I think I'll just end up going in my underwear as usual.So what has been up?  By my lack of posts I can assure you not very much.  Work has been pretty good still, if not a little busy.  Home life has </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/110874122845138307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/110874122845138307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2005/02/company-party.html' title='Company Party'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-110813469191663563</id><published>2005-02-11T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T08:11:31.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna be JB.</title><summary type='text'>Jack Black.  That's right.All this week as I toiled away on my cingular jobs I listened to Tenacious D.  The man is a genious of epic magnitude!  Then I watched a short movie he starred in.  Elite brilliance!The week was good my friends.  High quality work (not dog tubs) leads to a more satisfied worker.  Feels good I guess.  Not to much going on this weekend, but the Pokes do the Utah swing...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/110813469191663563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/110813469191663563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-wanna-be-jb.html' title='I wanna be JB.'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-110787415153889217</id><published>2005-02-08T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T07:49:11.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Friends, Mardi Gras, and the Cardiac Pokes</title><summary type='text'>Saturday I ventured to Laramie to enjoy what is typically the most boring game of the season...Air Force.  With their slow it down kind of play, normally even the students are considering sitting down and being quiet.Not the case Saturday as the Pokes went on to win in overtime.  Took me back to the days when we were good.  That same old feeling that keeps making me drive the 2 hours up to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/110787415153889217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/110787415153889217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2005/02/old-friends-mardi-gras-and-cardiac.html' title='Old Friends, Mardi Gras, and the Cardiac Pokes'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-110746531444945995</id><published>2005-02-03T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T14:15:14.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The saltiest seed.</title><summary type='text'>Those who know me...even just barely, know my deep affinity for pumpkin seeds.  Most also know that I find the seeds at grocery stores to be repulsive and inedible.Every Thursday we get an announcement that the candy man is here.  Normally I ignore it aside from noting that he only comes Thursday so the week must almost be over.  Today I decided to see what good he had in store.  He had </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/110746531444945995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/110746531444945995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2005/02/saltiest-seed.html' title='The saltiest seed.'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-110737045160607694</id><published>2005-02-02T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T11:54:11.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do you all keep coming back?</title><summary type='text'>I mean, my posts have become very sporadic, the ones I do post are bland and boring, and yet I am still getting some 20 hits a day.  Heck I don't even check my blog everyday anymore...haha!Well since you keep coming back I will try to throw something new up just for you.  Work is going well.  Today I specified my very first hair trap for a vet tub.  I also selected a drain so as to wash all the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/110737045160607694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/110737045160607694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2005/02/why-do-you-all-keep-coming-back.html' title='Why do you all keep coming back?'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-110692418877848591</id><published>2005-01-28T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T07:56:28.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid Eastern Food</title><summary type='text'>On Wednesday I was invited to go get some Indian food with some people here at work.  When we got there the place was covereed in official looking flyers and it was closed.  I didn't read the flyers, but I can only guess they didn't get an A on their sanitary standards.  Just a few buildings down was a Middle Eastern cuisine.  We all decided to go there since I had never had it before.  Well I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/110692418877848591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/110692418877848591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2005/01/mid-eastern-food.html' title='Mid Eastern Food'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-110662941765983650</id><published>2005-01-24T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T22:03:37.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Having a super time</title><summary type='text'>Really folks I am just quite busy.  This week I start work on a vet clinic along with a bunch of Verizon wireless buildings.  Should be interesting.  Well not so much interesting as boring.Weekend.  Helped Ken buy a car, hung out, played some games, bought a shower curtain.Some day I will get back to posting more regularly...until then check out some of my fine linky friends!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/110662941765983650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/110662941765983650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2005/01/having-super-time.html' title='Having a super time'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-110631999853230564</id><published>2005-01-21T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T08:06:38.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh look what you've done</title><summary type='text'>Wanna hear a story?  K, my friend Ken and I both moved out of California at the same time to work for the same company.  We left a great firm in California and kept in touch with most people.  This November we had to setup our 401k retirement plans at the new office.  Seeing as we had some from the old office we needed to have it transfered over.  Well in order to do that we had to give the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/110631999853230564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/110631999853230564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2005/01/oh-look-what-youve-done.html' title='Oh look what you&apos;ve done'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-110617713591372548</id><published>2005-01-19T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T16:25:35.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nick the Absent</title><summary type='text'>Wow, I didn't even realize I had been gone as long as I had.  I would love to say that there is a lot of catching up to do, but we all know that's not true!So lets see.  Friday I worked and picked up Ken because his tail lights are out and apparently cops get mad when they can't see you in the dark.  Saturday I headed up to Laramie to watch the big game.  Didn't really turn out to be much of a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/110617713591372548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/110617713591372548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2005/01/nick-absent.html' title='Nick the Absent'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-110571464534596145</id><published>2005-01-14T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T07:57:25.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bogged Down</title><summary type='text'>I kinda knew this was gonna happen.  First thing this morning the prez comes in the office and asks me to put in some extra time this weekend.  Sometimes the movie office space blows my freaking mind in how accurate it is.So anyway I will still be going up to Laramie, but on Saturday instead.  I can't miss the 100th anniversary celebration!  Also I need to see the Utards take a dive on our </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/110571464534596145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/110571464534596145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2005/01/bogged-down.html' title='Bogged Down'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-110559705625077238</id><published>2005-01-12T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T23:17:36.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Architects</title><summary type='text'>Are the death of me.  Most of the problems at work right now are stemming from some poor information I got from the architect.  He blames it on me, I blame it on him, and the building department just wants it fixed.Nick to the rescue!Oh if only I could focus and actually get it done.  Then I could just sit and stare like normal.  Ah the good life.Sorry for being short on posts this week </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/110559705625077238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/110559705625077238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2005/01/architects.html' title='Architects'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-110550596341665293</id><published>2005-01-11T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T21:59:23.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too tired to think</title><summary type='text'>The week is getting pretty hairy.  My big job I sent out several weeks ago came back from plan review with a TON of comments.  Between that and the 3 other jobs things look busy for awhile.God I would like to write more, but to bed for Nick!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/110550596341665293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/110550596341665293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2005/01/too-tired-to-think.html' title='Too tired to think'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-110531020466679807</id><published>2005-01-09T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T15:36:44.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I a Nerd?</title><summary type='text'>You can bank on it.  Been playing my game...well a lot.  But Iw as a good boy and also put all the Christmas decorations away today and brought home a bunch of work I had to finish up.  Broncos...wtf?Cowboys...wtf?Oh well I guess.  Next weekend I head to Laramie to see the Cowboys take on Utah...lets just hope something better comes of it this time.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/110531020466679807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/110531020466679807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2005/01/am-i-nerd.html' title='Am I a Nerd?'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-110502434146087095</id><published>2005-01-06T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T08:12:21.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And I quote</title><summary type='text'>"Nick, January is going to be your busiest month.  Be prepared."Well it was going to be, until everything got moved off until February.  Remember when I used to complain about task work though?  I could really go for some mind numbing work right now instead of all this stuff that has to "work".The snow the past couple of days was great though.  So many wrecks it is hard to keep track of all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/110502434146087095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/110502434146087095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2005/01/and-i-quote.html' title='And I quote'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-110488423029918511</id><published>2005-01-04T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T17:17:10.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Water</title><summary type='text'>I decided after I started looking at what I was drinking that I was drinking almost 0 water in any given day.  Sure I might have a small cup or two at work and one right before bed, but not much.This week I started having a big Nalgene bottle by my side.  I drank 2 of those through the day.  At the end of the day I checked to see how much I was supposed to drink.  HOLY CRAP!  You are supposed</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/110488423029918511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/110488423029918511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2005/01/water.html' title='Water'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-110472730087850996</id><published>2005-01-02T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T21:42:49.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Year's Resolutions</title><summary type='text'>Cook More!I love to cook.  In fact it is one of my most favorite things to do in the world, so long as I can talk myself into doing it.  I got a cuisinart for Christmas so I have so many new things I want to try...I just gotta do it!Spoil my friends moreHey, I am not married to anyone, not even any prospects at the moment.  May as well spend the money on people who will make me laugh and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/110472730087850996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/110472730087850996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-new-years-resolutions.html' title='My New Year&apos;s Resolutions'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-110438354700939027</id><published>2004-12-29T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T22:12:27.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Holidays</title><summary type='text'>The holidays simply are a sucky time to blog.  Too much going on right now and I am never in town anyway.Short story shorter...heading to Casper for the New Year.  Back next week.HAPPY NEW YEAR!  Make sure your computers are all upgraded for Y2K05!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/110438354700939027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/110438354700939027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2004/12/holidays.html' title='The Holidays'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-110425638078771843</id><published>2004-12-28T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T10:53:00.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Grind</title><summary type='text'>Last year I was smart and took a whole week off of work to enjoy the holidays.  This year, what with the Vegas Bowl and all I could only manage a couple days here and there.  The office is bare over here.  Maybe half of the people are here and believe me the motivation is not its highest.  I think next year I would like to pull a highschool or a college and just take 2 weeks off to do mostly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/110425638078771843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/110425638078771843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2004/12/grind.html' title='The Grind'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-110415914430755490</id><published>2004-12-27T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T22:48:34.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!</title><summary type='text'>But only for a few days.  Thursday after lunch I will head up to Casper to see all those people seeing as I missed them all during my Vegas trip.GREAT TIME!  The Cowboy game.  Wow, what can I say really?  That was one of the most exciting times of my life when we pulled that off.  There were sooo many Wyoming fans there it was unbelievable.  We went to a pep rally at the Golden Nugget on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/110415914430755490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/110415914430755490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2004/12/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-110372557490437965</id><published>2004-12-22T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T07:26:14.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Off to Vegas</title><summary type='text'>This morning I head out to the airport and fly to Vegas for the bowl game/Christmas.  It really is 2 vacations in 1 seeing as the first 2 days will be all about football and the second 2 will be all about Vegas.  Its gonna be sweet.Anyway, have a great Christmas everyone and I'll see you back here next Monday!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/110372557490437965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/110372557490437965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2004/12/off-to-vegas.html' title='Off to Vegas'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-110351463688404050</id><published>2004-12-19T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T20:50:36.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow, it really is Christmas</title><summary type='text'>I can't believe it.  How does this happen every year about this time.  One minute I am sitting around doing nothing, and the next minute I am sitting around doing nothing at is is Christmas.Most of the gifts coming my way already have, and the ones I am getting for people have mostly been given out.  My mom and I decided to avoid many gifts to eachother and have a little more fun in Vegas </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/110351463688404050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/110351463688404050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2004/12/wow-it-really-is-christmas.html' title='Wow, it really is Christmas'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-110324331673116018</id><published>2004-12-16T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T17:28:36.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heeeere comes the weekend!</title><summary type='text'>Hey kids.  I must say work was much much better this week, other than a very odd conversation I had with the prez of the company.  I am still puzzled by it.  He says I need to be "neat."  Neat.  This confuses me.  I asked if he thought my work was sloppy, "No."  Is my work station unsatisfactory? "No."  Do I dress inappropriately? "No."  Maybe he just wanted to mess with my mind and see how I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/110324331673116018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/110324331673116018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2004/12/heeeere-comes-weekend.html' title='Heeeere comes the weekend!'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-110317473418893924</id><published>2004-12-15T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T22:25:34.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another blog dies...</title><summary type='text'>...not mine of course.  I mean, where would you go without my drab boring posts from day to day?  Well, I suppose most of the blogs, but how many are uniquely Nick?  That's right, just a few.So as an avid reader of many blogs for the past year and a half, I was sad to read that Sloth is leaving.  She follows in the footsteps of the MadPony's, who love em or hate em, made some excellent posts.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/110317473418893924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/110317473418893924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2004/12/another-blog-dies.html' title='Another blog dies...'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-110300257064550188</id><published>2004-12-13T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T22:45:06.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Denver Botanic Gardens</title><summary type='text'>Tonight I had the pleasure of going to the Denver Botanic Gardens.  It really is a beautiful place.  But what made it great this evening was that they had put thousands upon thousands of lights all throughout the trees and bushes. It truly was a beautiful sight to behold.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/110300257064550188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/110300257064550188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2004/12/denver-botanic-gardens.html' title='Denver Botanic Gardens'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-110291450217638348</id><published>2004-12-12T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T22:08:22.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Despite...</title><summary type='text'>...all of the chances for this weekend to be a bust, it really ended pretty nice.  Friday night we went to the company christmas party, and I must say that it was a great time.  They set us up playing all sorts of casino games.  I stuck to blackjack for the evening.  We were playing to earn raffle tickets and at the end of the night they gave out $1000 in prizes.  Well I thought they would have</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/110291450217638348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/110291450217638348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2004/12/despite.html' title='Despite...'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-110278277412883125</id><published>2004-12-11T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T09:33:36.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Truth About Shrimp</title><summary type='text'> Inspired by Sloth's post I give you this proof.  Here is an excerpt.Arthropods include a variety of animals such as insects, crabs, lobsters, shrimp, horseshoe crabs, spiders, scorpions, and extinct varieties such as trilobites.   Arthropods are characterized by a segmented differentiated body (head, thorax, and tail), usually chitinous (protein + carbohydrate) exoskeleton, well developed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/110278277412883125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/110278277412883125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2004/12/truth-about-shrimp.html' title='The Truth About Shrimp'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-110262793367084918</id><published>2004-12-09T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T14:32:13.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pardon my french...</title><summary type='text'>Oh my God!  The shit is just pooring and pooring.  Forget about it hitting the fan, we are talking full on firehose of shit.  2 hoses pointed at me from opposite sides with "You Can't Do That on Television" buckets of shit plopping from the top.Say goodbye weekend.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/110262793367084918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/110262793367084918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2004/12/pardon-my-french.html' title='Pardon my french...'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-110257092840496694</id><published>2004-12-08T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T22:42:08.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No, I don't think you get it.</title><summary type='text'>Quality Control.  I understand why we have it, I understand why we need it and I get why I was wrong.But you don't have to be so mean about it."Look, I'm not saying these things to be condescending.  This is so you know what needs to be fixed.  No no no, I don't want to hear why you did it the way you did even if it is a good explanation."Did you know you raise your eyebrows when you tell </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/110257092840496694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/110257092840496694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2004/12/no-i-dont-think-you-get-it.html' title='No, I don&apos;t think you get it.'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-110237916482622655</id><published>2004-12-06T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T17:26:04.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Frumpy For Them</title><summary type='text'>I randomly found a new blog that I like that randomly found me (much like the infamous Sloth).Anyway, I want to link this person because she is involved in stuff I was involved in when I was in highschool.  She has posts talking about her Forensics competitions and singing and whatnot.  So many blogs out there are kids under 18...and seeing as I don't have any of them linked, this is the one </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/110237916482622655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/110237916482622655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2004/12/too-frumpy-for-them.html' title='Too Frumpy For Them'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-110230662671332069</id><published>2004-12-05T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T21:17:06.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Had a nice one.</title><summary type='text'>Ended up having a really nice weekend.  The candy making was 2 for 3.  The fudge turned out great, as did the candied pecans...less can be said of the cookies.  It is not that I didn't make the dough right, it is that I put the peppermint dough on the outside instead of the chocolate...making for cookies that just kind of fell apart.  Very yummy though!Saturday I went up to Ft. Collins to visit</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/110230662671332069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/110230662671332069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2004/12/had-nice-one.html' title='Had a nice one.'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-110205147498446814</id><published>2004-12-02T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T22:24:34.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My first time...</title><summary type='text'>...making Christmas Candy.  Sickos.So I am going to try and make some Christmas candy Friday afternoon.  I have recipes lined out for peppermint chocolate sugar cookies, See's fudge and sugar spiced pecans.  None of them looked very hard to do, nor did they require kitchen stuff that I have yet to obtain.  I think it will be fun, if not hilarious.So yup, sticking around Denver this weekend, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/110205147498446814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/110205147498446814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-first-time.html' title='My first time...'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-110196397080396590</id><published>2004-12-01T22:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T22:06:10.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grampa's First Game</title><summary type='text'>There is no doubt that I am a poke fan.  Have been since as long as I can remember.  Living most of his life in Wyoming my Grandpa was a fan as well, but I found out just this past summer that in all his years he had never been to a game.  Not one.Well I couldn't let that stand, so I hauled him and Liz to a game this fall.  I bought the tickets and got him a hat.  Worth every penny too.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/110196397080396590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/110196397080396590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2004/12/grampas-first-game_01.html' title='Grampa&apos;s First Game'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-110187890818194338</id><published>2004-11-30T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T22:28:28.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wyo to Vegas Bowl</title><summary type='text'>...and Nick too.Yup, Wyoming, the team that won 2 games in 3 years (my sophmore thru senior years of colege) is going to be in the Las Vegas Bowl on December 23rd.  HOLY CRAP!  I listened to the announcement today and dang near shed a tear at work while I the Vegas Bowl representative formally invited us.So now it is the frantic time of finding tickets, getting hotel rooms and trying to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/110187890818194338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/110187890818194338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2004/11/wyo-to-vegas-bowl.html' title='Wyo to Vegas Bowl'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-110179159175233457</id><published>2004-11-29T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T22:13:11.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Making turkey...into other stuff</title><summary type='text'>Half of the fun of Thanksgiving is taking your leftover turkey and using it for stuff other than just heating it up.  My turkey leftovers hapen to be a little spicy because we shoved it full of this jalapeno marinade.  It is spicy stuff...but good lord it is good!So last night when Meg was in town we made up a spicy turkey linguine with a spice pack she picked up in Pennsylvania.  NICE!  Wow </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/110179159175233457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/110179159175233457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2004/11/making-turkeyinto-other-stuff.html' title='Making turkey...into other stuff'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-110170591820901897</id><published>2004-11-28T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T22:25:18.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nick back in the house!</title><summary type='text'>I been gone, but I am soo not sorry.  I needed that break more than I thought I did.  And I have to tell you, just one stressful trip on icy roads later and I feel refreshed...if not exhausted.Turkey day was great.  My mom and I had dinner with my Dad's parents.  Yeah, weird story, but they all like eachother and it wouldn't be the first time we have done it.  But in any case it was great.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/110170591820901897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/110170591820901897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2004/11/nick-back-in-house.html' title='Nick back in the house!'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-110110231649340110</id><published>2004-11-21T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T22:45:16.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moved.</title><summary type='text'>It is complete.  I just put the key to my old place in the mailbox for the apartment complex...so I am officailly out of that one.I have to say though, I loved that apartment.  I loved how the bath was so big I was a little timid to get into it by myself.  I loved how my washer and dryer fit in that little pantry snug.  I also loved how in the summer you could look out the window at any time </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/110110231649340110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/110110231649340110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2004/11/moved.html' title='Moved.'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-110084064589528658</id><published>2004-11-18T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T22:04:05.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving</title><summary type='text'>Well Ken and I are moving tomorrow.  I of course have barely packed anything, so while Ken will probably get everything moved tomorrow evening I will spend the whole weekend getting it all done.  I love myself sometimes.I think standing in the cold for 7 hours last Saturday night actually made me sick too.  I blew some sick leave at work this afternoon.  I took a shot of Nyquil and passed out </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/110084064589528658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/110084064589528658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2004/11/moving.html' title='Moving'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-110058446994790221</id><published>2004-11-15T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T22:54:29.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheerleader football.</title><summary type='text'>So what do you do when you go to a football game at 3:30 when it is 15°F out and the wind is blowing?  Well, you entertain yourself by checking out the fine ladies in their warmest clothes until the game starts at 5.But what do you do when the game doesn't start at 5?  What do you do when ABC blows the fuses and there is no electricity?  Why you get the cheerleaders from the opposing teams out </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/110058446994790221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/110058446994790221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2004/11/cheerleader-football.html' title='Cheerleader football.'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-110027113066548439</id><published>2004-11-12T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T07:52:10.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On to Laramie...again.</title><summary type='text'>Only one more week till I get to do the fun "pick it up, set it down.  First you pick it up...and then you set it down."  Yup, the move begins next Friday at 4pm.  There are so many fun (not) things to take care of between now and then.  Can't wait.So onto the Pokes game this weekend.  We play Utah at home and it should be sweet...or terribly demoralizing, but either way it will make me feel </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/110027113066548439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/110027113066548439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2004/11/on-to-laramieagain.html' title='On to Laramie...again.'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-110012064684942946</id><published>2004-11-10T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T14:04:06.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The calm before...</title><summary type='text'>...ah screw it.  I hate that stupid line.Anyway, things finally blew open today at work. I am moving quick on this project.  I have some help under me and enough time to do it right.  Weird.So let's talk about tennis.  Mario Power Tennis to be specific.  Those that know me know how addicted I got to the game a few years ago.  Well it is back!  You know what that means?  Missed phone calls, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/110012064684942946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/110012064684942946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2004/11/calm-before.html' title='The calm before...'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-109997965707271219</id><published>2004-11-08T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T22:54:17.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The new place.</title><summary type='text'>So if you click here you can see a floorplan of the new place I will be moving into here shortly  Really excited about it because the kitchen is just amazing.  Sadly I will be losing the giant freak tub, but I suppose I will still be able to get clean in a bathtub that won't allow me to do a full aerobics workout.It is now official...I will have had a different bedroom every year for the past </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/109997965707271219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/109997965707271219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2004/11/new-place.html' title='The new place.'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-109988851792802171</id><published>2004-11-07T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T21:35:17.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow</title><summary type='text'>It seems like I haven't blogged in a month or so.  I was going to post on Thursday but I couldn't log in so I just didn't worry about it.So what has been up?  Well my job is still falling apart (a specific job...not my career.)  My mom and sister came to visit.  I looked at all sorts of cool things that I could never afford but would love to have.  We also went and saw The Incredibles on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/109988851792802171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/109988851792802171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2004/11/wow.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-109952501769822386</id><published>2004-11-03T16:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T16:36:57.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah I know...</title><summary type='text'>...not exactly my typical post where I normally talk about the Pokes winning or cooking some chunk of meat...but I was angry...still kinda am, but I'll get over it eventually.Tonight I am going to go watch Army of Darkness down in the theater.  Should be pretty cool,seeing as how screwed up that movie is.  Ken and I have been doing fine in the apartment so far.  I'll just say that a lot of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/109952501769822386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/109952501769822386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2004/11/yeah-i-know.html' title='Yeah I know...'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-109949530800080510</id><published>2004-11-03T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T08:21:48.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The ignorance astounds me.</title><summary type='text'>Today is a very very very sad day in America.  Forget the presidential race which is a travesty in and of itself.  No, I am not only upset about that, but many of the other things that happened this election.For the first time...and likely last, Colorado was given the chance to split its electorate...essentially giving a fairly representative vote of the people.  Did it win?  No.  Why?  Because</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/109949530800080510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/109949530800080510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2004/11/ignorance-astounds-me.html' title='The ignorance astounds me.'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-109945927550266222</id><published>2004-11-02T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T22:21:15.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh</title><summary type='text'>I am sickened for so many reason right now I can't even begin.Denver did pass the light rail stuff and the energy reform as of now anyway, so that is good.The other stuff...well I think I am going to be sick to my stomach.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/109945927550266222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/109945927550266222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2004/11/ugh.html' title='Ugh'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-109943023023076398</id><published>2004-11-02T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T14:17:10.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Election Day.</title><summary type='text'>Well it is still the afternoon, so I still do not know any outcomes in anything, but I do know that I left work and voted this morning.  WOW!  It took forever!  The voting booth was different than I have ever used before.  Wyoming you got a little pencil in the mail and you connected the dots.  Here in Colorado you get to push a whole bunch of buttons that light up.  I love voting.  I was never</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/109943023023076398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/109943023023076398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2004/11/election-day_02.html' title='Election Day.'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-109928301252251384</id><published>2004-10-31T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T21:23:32.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So we won!</title><summary type='text'>First off Happy Halloween to everyone!  I didn't dress up or anything this year, but that is okay because I have dressed up as a host of other great things.  For instance SNL's Matt Foley (van down by the river), Kid who got beat up for his candy (complete with broken candy bucket and only crap candy because they took the good stuff), and of course a drunken Mormon missionary, which I could not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/109928301252251384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/109928301252251384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2004/10/so-we-won.html' title='So we won!'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-109902377240712013</id><published>2004-10-28T22:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T08:59:19.776-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Heading out.</title><summary type='text'>Well for the first time in a few weeks I will be heading to Laramie for the weekend.  Sweet.  God I hope that out team can pull some kind of win.Not a lot to tell you though.  I am loving the picture thingy right now, so here is another one to put you to bed this weekend!Talk to you all on Sunday!!!EDITCheck out this one that Ken made.  It is a riot!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/109902377240712013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/109902377240712013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2004/10/heading-out.html' title='Heading out.'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-109893591870771733</id><published>2004-10-27T21:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T22:41:32.126-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This may upset some...</title><summary type='text'>...but I am so happy the Red Sox finally beat the biggest curse in the history of the most boring game ever invented!  Yay.  Seriously, I've seen people more excited about winning a championship on RobotWars.  So yay...finally Fox can return to the quality programming we have come to expect.  Bring on Temptation Island 3!Oh yeah, one more thing.  This you gotta see.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/109893591870771733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/109893591870771733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2004/10/this-may-upset-some.html' title='This may upset some...'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-109884990964449453</id><published>2004-10-26T21:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T22:05:09.646-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh man, it's so cool!</title><summary type='text'>With all this fun of getting a new apartment and talking to the apartment people almost constantly, I have come across some interesting information.You see one some of the biggest selling points of this complex are the awesome amenities.  Sure the gym is nice, and so is the free coffee.  But I want 2 things to work and they haven't been...the golf simulator and the theater.  Well they just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/109884990964449453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/109884990964449453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2004/10/oh-man-its-so-cool.html' title='Oh man, it&apos;s so cool!'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-109876520734339282</id><published>2004-10-25T19:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T22:33:27.343-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you know...</title><summary type='text'>...that if you go to get a key made it costs a total of $1.73, but to send that same key a few hundred miles away it cost about 8 bucks.  What a rip!  Let's just hope it works when Ken pulls into town on Saturday.Let me see here...Well it was an absolute crap week for all of my sports.  The Cowboys got hammered and the Broncos got embarrassed, so it is a good time to hang my head low at the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/109876520734339282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/109876520734339282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2004/10/did-you-know.html' title='Did you know...'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-109866514618984754</id><published>2004-10-24T18:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T18:45:46.190-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Corn Maize</title><summary type='text'>Tracked all along I-25 from Denver to Cheyenne are a multitude of corn mazes, normally in the close vicinity of a pumpkin patch.  I drive by them on what has become a weekly basis.  Well Saturday we went to one.It all seems harmless enough.  There are 2 phases to the maze.  We walked through the first one, and with only getting mixed up a few times we managed to find our way out.  After </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/109866514618984754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/109866514618984754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2004/10/corn-maize.html' title='The Corn Maize'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-109841063364575741</id><published>2004-10-21T19:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T20:08:50.543-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Boy Oh Boy Oh Boy!</title><summary type='text'>(note: title is funnier in German accent)Last night between the 4th and 8th innings of the game I decided to find obscure music on the net.  Not that it is bad music, but you would never hear/see on MTV or any radio station.  I found a few good things, several terrible, but one stood out.I am a big fan of choral music, mostly because I have spent years in choirs.  There is something about a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/109841063364575741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/109841063364575741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2004/10/oh-boy-oh-boy-oh-boy.html' title='Oh Boy Oh Boy Oh Boy!'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-109839295972075656</id><published>2004-10-21T15:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T15:09:19.720-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Because you must</title><summary type='text'>Go, read this and read it now.  God I love the Border War.  Can't wait till kick off tomorrow night.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/109839295972075656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/109839295972075656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2004/10/because-you-must.html' title='Because you must'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-109833313428312063</id><published>2004-10-20T22:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T22:32:14.283-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I may not like baseball</title><summary type='text'>But I do like sports.And tonight I am impressed.Way to go Boston.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/109833313428312063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/109833313428312063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-may-not-like-baseball.html' title='I may not like baseball'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-109824730599251650</id><published>2004-10-19T22:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T22:41:45.993-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I watched baseball</title><summary type='text'>And for those of you who know me, that is not in a part of my normal evening activites.  I, like the rest of America minus New York and several fair-weather fans, would like to see the Red Sox win the World Series.  I, on the other hand, probably have a different reason though.I do not like baseball.  Never have, never will.  My loathing of baseball came at a young age when I was forced into </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/109824730599251650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/109824730599251650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-watched-baseball.html' title='I watched baseball'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-109815929013522062</id><published>2004-10-18T22:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T22:14:50.136-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jon Stewart is my hero</title><summary type='text'>If you do nothing else today, you need to watch this interview that Jon Stewart did on CNN's Crossfire.  I mean, wow.My favorite line?  "IF you want to compare your show to a comedy show then by all means.  Might I suggest Seinfeld?  That's a great show."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/109815929013522062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/109815929013522062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2004/10/jon-stewart-is-my-hero.html' title='Jon Stewart is my hero'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-109806162487026078</id><published>2004-10-17T19:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T19:07:04.870-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So I lied</title><summary type='text'>I know I said that I would write on Friday about what I decided to cook, but I didn't.  Oh well.  Here is the rundown.  I made a butternut squash soup with pureed carmelized onions and giner.  I also made an award winning texas chili (no beans) and finished it all off with a crockpot roast that will make your eyes bug out.It was all a lot of fun to do, and definitley fun to eat.  I got to see </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/109806162487026078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/109806162487026078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2004/10/so-i-lied.html' title='So I lied'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-109780978227912359</id><published>2004-10-14T20:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T21:09:42.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Official</title><summary type='text'>My good friend Ken, who got layed off in Grand Junction will be moving to Denver, probably by the end of October.  It sucks that they closed the Grand Junction office, but I have to admit it will be nice to have a friend in town.  He will be staying here in my 1 bedroom for awhile, but hopefully we can get into a 2 bed here.In any case, I think in the end it will be pretty cool to have a friend</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/109780978227912359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/109780978227912359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2004/10/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s Official'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-109772684241543837</id><published>2004-10-13T22:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T22:07:22.416-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It seems like...</title><summary type='text'>...I have watched the same debate 3 times now. Sure they talked about domestic issues versus foreign issues, but I don't think I gained any new perspective on the candidates after the very first debate.It seems I have a request for a recipe though, and that is what I am going to do instead of talking about anything. Oh, I may have a roommate sometime soon because things fell through for a good </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/109772684241543837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/109772684241543837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2004/10/it-seems-like.html' title='It seems like...'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-109755210787042834</id><published>2004-10-11T21:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T21:35:07.870-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Time oh give me time.</title><summary type='text'>I am very tempted to talk about the Pokes again tonight, as it seems that is about all I have on my mind right now, but I will save some more of that for later.Interesting start to the week.  2 hours I spent in the lunchroom discussing how to make things better in the office amongst the other engineers.  What got accomplished.  Oh I would like to be optimistic and say that some really great </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/109755210787042834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/109755210787042834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2004/10/time-oh-give-me-time.html' title='Time oh give me time.'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-109745624636362850</id><published>2004-10-10T18:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T18:57:26.363-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe me now, it's for real.</title><summary type='text'>Can you beleive it?  We won again!!!  Yet another fantastic football game that the Cowboys put together.  The Cowboys, the same ones that won 3 games the last three years I was there, are now 4-1.  I am speechless.  Well, not really.Great game though, totally won by the defense.  The crowd was great, though smaller than I would have hoped.  We actually got into one guys head with the "43's a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/109745624636362850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/109745624636362850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2004/10/believe-me-now-its-for-real.html' title='Believe me now, it&apos;s for real.'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-109720706733595461</id><published>2004-10-07T21:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T21:44:27.336-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The weekend has arrived (almost)</title><summary type='text'>Well kids, after a week of long winded posts I have very little to talk about this evening.  You are very welcome.This weekend I am heading to Laramie, yet again, to watch the Pokes play San Diego State University for homecoming.  Should be another great time...especially if they win.  Not sure about what we will do or when I'll leave, but rest assurred Saturday will be spent at the game. Oh,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/109720706733595461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/109720706733595461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2004/10/weekend-has-arrived-almost.html' title='The weekend has arrived (almost)'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-109712475215358646</id><published>2004-10-06T19:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T22:52:32.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cinema</title><summary type='text'>There are a few things in this world that can consistently make me happy.  Visiting friends, seeing the Pokes win in person, and dining out.  But it is always the movies that get me completely wrapped in.  I honestly think that I get too wrapped up in a movie when I am watching it.  I put myself in a position to either feel horrible about something I didn't do, or great about something that I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/109712475215358646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/109712475215358646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2004/10/cinema.html' title='The Cinema'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-109703394248745279</id><published>2004-10-05T21:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T21:39:02.486-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yikes...</title><summary type='text'>...they really went at it in the debate this evening.  I thoroughly enjoyed it.  I felt that they both made valid points, even if I do disagree with many of them.  I was disappointed in some of the side-stepping, but I suppose that is bound to happen.But I think the thing that pisses me off the most when it comes to these debates is the spin that occurs right afterward from the political </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/109703394248745279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/109703394248745279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2004/10/yikes.html' title='Yikes...'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-109686394317236948</id><published>2004-10-03T22:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T22:26:15.336-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, I suppose I should...</title><summary type='text'>Hey there everyone.  Hope you all had really good weekends.  I had another very nice weekend...with plenty of bongos and very little alcohol.  The Pokes won, which is great, but the attendance was only 12,000...which is not.  Hopefully conference season will change all taht.  I had a great time with my family though, and ate the most ass-kicking burger I have ever let touch my lips.  Seriously, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/109686394317236948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/109686394317236948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2004/10/oh-i-suppose-i-should.html' title='Oh, I suppose I should...'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-109663833746784436</id><published>2004-10-01T07:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T07:45:37.470-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Donkey Donkey Konga!</title><summary type='text'>Well I finally found my game last night, and I gotta tell you that thing is wicked addictive.  Imagine tapping a plastic bongo drum to all your favorite tunes.  Well, I don't think you can get it until you play it, but I can assure you it is a ton of fun.Work finally slowed down.  Most of the job is done and ready to go out, and as far as I know there are just a few things that need to get </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/109663833746784436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/109663833746784436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2004/10/donkey-donkey-konga.html' title='Donkey Donkey Konga!'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-109652256359145658</id><published>2004-09-29T23:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T23:36:03.593-06:00</updated><title type='text'>---</title><summary type='text'>I hate working a 17 hour day.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/109652256359145658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/109652256359145658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2004/09/blog-post.html' title='---'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-109643150805184376</id><published>2004-09-28T22:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T22:18:28.050-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Happy</title><summary type='text'>Is it odd that 3 days later I am still giddy about the game last Saturday?  It truly was one not to be missed.  The polls on that play now have us at 60% of the vote, with the next closest being well below 24%.One of my favorite things about the game were the Ole Miss fans.  They were nice, supportive of their team without being dicks, and genuinely seemed happt to be there.  In fact one guy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/109643150805184376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/109643150805184376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2004/09/still-happy.html' title='Still Happy'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-109637892296003267</id><published>2004-09-28T07:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T07:42:02.960-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy crap!</title><summary type='text'>Work got a heck of a lot busier than I could have ever imagined on Sunday night.  This job just became a bear.  Thankfully while everyone else has to put in the long hours on it the rest of the week, the president of the company pulled me off onto some pet project for him...and you don't take the president's help.For the first time since I have been here I randomly ran into some people I knew.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/109637892296003267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/109637892296003267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2004/09/holy-crap.html' title='Holy crap!'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-109624821058302097</id><published>2004-09-26T19:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T19:30:13.046-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WE WON WE WON WE WON!!!!</title><summary type='text'>Oh my God what a great game it was on Saturday.  There were just so many great plays that were all wicked memorable.  The long run, the double punt, the 87 yard punt return, and of course the reciever to reciever touchdown pass.  It was so great to be a Wyoming fan on saturday.  I got very very sunburned and had a great time celebrating the win later.  I am just kind of in awe right now of how </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/109624821058302097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/109624821058302097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2004/09/we-won-we-won-we-won.html' title='WE WON WE WON WE WON!!!!'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-109600066768494869</id><published>2004-09-23T22:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T22:37:47.683-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And the weekend doth cometh.</title><summary type='text'>Been very very busy at work...especially today.  I have gotten some great comments about it lately though, so that makes me happy.  Also the bagel man decided to come and visit for the first time in a couple of weeks...but mysteriously the burritto man has all but disappeared.  Hopefully you all will get to know this kind of thing when you get into the business world. "May I have your attention </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/109600066768494869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/109600066768494869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2004/09/and-weekend-doth-cometh.html' title='And the weekend doth cometh.'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-109591100120320758</id><published>2004-09-22T21:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T21:43:21.203-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It finally happened</title><summary type='text'>For the first time since I started out in this whole business world bullcrap, the office came home with me.  Now I have stayed many a late night and worked a few weekends as well, but I have always refused to let it come home with me.  Well I finally had to.  I couldn't stand being in the gray box anymore, but more needed to get done (thanks to the insistance of my boss).  It was kind of weird </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/109591100120320758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/109591100120320758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2004/09/it-finally-happened.html' title='It finally happened'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-109582348116954595</id><published>2004-09-21T21:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T21:24:41.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovin it</title><summary type='text'>Wow what a great cold spell we have going on down here right now.  Today was pretty much exactly what a winter day in Sacramento was...well the bad days anyway.  It rained, got down to about 41°F, then pretty much stopped there.  Yup, I had it bad in the winter!Work has just been a headache, but frankly I have been enjoying it.  I am getting a lot done and I am asking a lot of questions that I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/109582348116954595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/109582348116954595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2004/09/lovin-it.html' title='Lovin it'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-109574014196817636</id><published>2004-09-20T22:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T22:15:41.970-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes...</title><summary type='text'>...you just gotta bite the bullet and not post.This is one of those times.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/109574014196817636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/109574014196817636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2004/09/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes...'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-109565146959216293</id><published>2004-09-19T21:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T21:37:49.593-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Time</title><summary type='text'>So I headed towards that little town of my birth, Casper, this weekend.  I had a great time actually.  Let me think.  Well after spending the morning arguing with my coworkers, I hopped in my car and got on with the drive.  I love my car.  I had to take it out of overdrive 1 time...that is it.  woo   hoo. I spent Friday night hanging with my mom, then got to hang out with Josh for a few hours </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/109565146959216293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/109565146959216293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2004/09/back-in-time.html' title='Back in Time'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-109538608848424758</id><published>2004-09-16T19:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T19:54:48.483-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh yeah Oh yeah</title><summary type='text'>Man the new Green Day album is sweet.  I just can't listen to it enough...which probaly means total Green Day burnout sometime next Thursday.  The cool thing about the album is that it pretty much plays from one end of the disc to the other, carrying between songs.  And other songs reference back to earlier songs...kinda like a story.  In any case I think they are pissed at the government.  Makes</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/109538608848424758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/109538608848424758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2004/09/oh-yeah-oh-yeah.html' title='Oh yeah Oh yeah'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-109534285106045852</id><published>2004-09-16T07:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T07:54:11.060-06:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm...</title><summary type='text'>Yeah, so my posts have not been as frequent as in the past.  Here is the prob, something cool typically happens on the weekend, so I make a good post Sunday ngiht or Monday...depending on how good it was.  The rest of the week I live in this zombie-like state.  I get up, take a shower, go to work, come home, watch some TV, download some music, read, go to bed.  Everyday without exception.So </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/109534285106045852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/109534285106045852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2004/09/hmmm.html' title='hmmm...'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-109518886571331256</id><published>2004-09-14T13:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T13:07:45.713-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A gift.</title><summary type='text'>Hey everyone.  I was just sitting around thinking about how much I love my Gmail account.  Seriously, it is like a deep emotional love. Pretty much it is like the greatest email setup I have used, plus you get a gig of free storage space.Well here is the thing.  I know people have been clamoring for invitations (which you have to get from someone who has an account.)  I have 5 that I don't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/109518886571331256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/109518886571331256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2004/09/gift.html' title='A gift.'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-109513268123069681</id><published>2004-09-13T21:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T21:33:48.710-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's that time of year again!</title><summary type='text'> For those of you who know me, you know that I have one obsession that I cannot subdue.  One obsession that no matter how hard I try I cannot fight it. What is it you ask?  Oh, I think you already know.Pumpkin Seeds.And today I bought my first 2 pumpkins of the season.  In fact, it is the earliest I have ever bought them.  Last year I really outdid myself with 10 pumpkins bought right on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/109513268123069681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/109513268123069681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2004/09/its-that-time-of-year-again.html' title='It&apos;s that time of year again!'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-109479689818324000</id><published>2004-09-10T01:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T07:04:25.130-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Exorcist (and a second date)</title><summary type='text'>Well tonight I went out with the second girl for the second time. I am not sure if I am used to this "dating" thing. I tink I am learning a thing or two though. Okay, well that was complete bullcrap.We went to C..B. &amp; Potts and had a very nice dinner, though I am beginning to suspect she has a thing about eating in front of people. Seeing as I lack that problem, I enjoyed my meal immensely. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/109479689818324000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/109479689818324000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2004/09/exorcist-and-second-date.html' title='The Exorcist (and a second date)'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-109461494139125451</id><published>2004-09-07T21:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T13:14:24.640-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Kids</title><summary type='text'>How is everyone doing out there? Me? I'm holding up. I forgot to mention that the Pokes came off with a big win this weekend. That always makes things happier. I also bought my ticket for the big football game in Laramie that is coming up in a few weeks. Very excited to get back into that. Hell, it's a lot of the reason I wanted to move to Denver in the first place.3 day weekends really throw </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/109461494139125451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/109461494139125451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2004/09/hey-kids.html' title='Hey Kids'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-109452763686503104</id><published>2004-09-06T21:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T21:27:16.866-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What can I say?</title><summary type='text'>It really ended up being a fantastic weekend.  It started off great with my very first private jet ride across the country out to Pennsylvania.  The jet was really neat.  It had 6 big chairs that could rotate around and lean back into beds.  Truly they were remarkable.  The pilots also treat you so nice, like you are a dignitary no matter what cruddy clothes you have on.  Heck, they even </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/109452763686503104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/109452763686503104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2004/09/what-can-i-say.html' title='What can I say?'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801771.post-109419029967562675</id><published>2004-09-02T23:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T23:44:59.676-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Guten Abends!</title><summary type='text'>Hey there everyone!  Well it looks like I am off on my magical adventure tomorrow.  My bags are packed and now I am just waiting till the rest of the show arrives.  Should be pretty cool though.  Lots of firsts for me on this trip; the east, a jet, a weekend alone with Megan...I can go on and on.So yeah, that is the jist of it.  Work was actually relly good today.  I got to layout the plumbing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/109419029967562675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801771/posts/default/109419029967562675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodnick.blogspot.com/2004/09/guten-abends.html' title='Guten Abends!'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
