<?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-9181727213015644333</id><updated>2012-01-16T19:16:51.689-06:00</updated><category term='other blogs'/><category term='bored'/><category term='cartoons'/><category term='prego my ego'/><category term='My work exploded on the floor.'/><title type='text'>Waking up was the easy part....</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seangearson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9181727213015644333/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seangearson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10445357179596009628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9181727213015644333.post-410401352989203422</id><published>2012-01-16T19:16:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T19:16:51.749-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Manly Monday</title><content type='html'>So while the girls were at BSF, Peyton and I ate some cuties and watched Yo Gabba Gabba with Peyton's new Blue Yoshi!&lt;br /&gt;Peyton said the best part of his day was playing Mario and Luigi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random song of the night:  Heroes by David Bowie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-6YChyXYYeG0/TxReltvHT0I/AAAAAAAAAHM/gEtjSO68SBI/s640/blogger-image--2141766649.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-6YChyXYYeG0/TxReltvHT0I/AAAAAAAAAHM/gEtjSO68SBI/s640/blogger-image--2141766649.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9181727213015644333-387159947799920878?l=seangearson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seangearson.blogspot.com/feeds/387159947799920878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9181727213015644333&amp;postID=387159947799920878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9181727213015644333/posts/default/387159947799920878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9181727213015644333/posts/default/387159947799920878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seangearson.blogspot.com/2012/01/taking-forever.html' title='Taking forever.'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10445357179596009628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-6YChyXYYeG0/TxReltvHT0I/AAAAAAAAAHM/gEtjSO68SBI/s72-c/blogger-image--2141766649.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9181727213015644333.post-7891525947903282868</id><published>2012-01-15T22:19:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T22:21:07.011-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My work exploded on the floor.'/><title type='text'>New Year</title><content type='html'>What will the new year bring?  So far there are quasi commitments for losing weight, fixing my work schedule, and reading more.  My biggest commitment is reading through the Bible in a year with the help of YouVersion.  So we will see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random song of the blog:  Sway by Bic Runga.  Is it a prediction on my quasi commitments?&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Qz4XV5TjUgk/TxOlsbhmNpI/AAAAAAAAAHE/gIpG6uXQH6c/s640/blogger-image--968367916.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Qz4XV5TjUgk/TxOlsbhmNpI/AAAAAAAAAHE/gIpG6uXQH6c/s640/blogger-image--968367916.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9181727213015644333-7891525947903282868?l=seangearson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seangearson.blogspot.com/feeds/7891525947903282868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9181727213015644333&amp;postID=7891525947903282868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9181727213015644333/posts/default/7891525947903282868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9181727213015644333/posts/default/7891525947903282868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seangearson.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-year.html' title='New Year'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10445357179596009628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Qz4XV5TjUgk/TxOlsbhmNpI/AAAAAAAAAHE/gIpG6uXQH6c/s72-c/blogger-image--968367916.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9181727213015644333.post-5262476102412856365</id><published>2009-09-29T22:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T23:06:00.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Zombie's don't take pictures.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBv9GKIqY9Q/SsLWq6erDII/AAAAAAAAAGo/TrSUVErfT3s/s1600-h/PIC-1781.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387104137029291138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBv9GKIqY9Q/SsLWq6erDII/AAAAAAAAAGo/TrSUVErfT3s/s320/PIC-1781.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBv9GKIqY9Q/SsLWqpjcI4I/AAAAAAAAAGg/wXYabz92x48/s1600-h/PIC-1748.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387104132485882754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBv9GKIqY9Q/SsLWqpjcI4I/AAAAAAAAAGg/wXYabz92x48/s320/PIC-1748.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBv9GKIqY9Q/SsLWqIemnAI/AAAAAAAAAGY/e-VIugXaTOc/s1600-h/Photo_091709_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387104123607227394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBv9GKIqY9Q/SsLWqIemnAI/AAAAAAAAAGY/e-VIugXaTOc/s320/Photo_091709_003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBv9GKIqY9Q/SsLWp8zc2wI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/TFu1rzMpHD8/s1600-h/Photo_081109_014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387104120473443074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBv9GKIqY9Q/SsLWp8zc2wI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/TFu1rzMpHD8/s320/Photo_081109_014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBv9GKIqY9Q/SsLWpmHHu_I/AAAAAAAAAGI/PeDgrFCioh0/s1600-h/PIC-1798.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387104114381929458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBv9GKIqY9Q/SsLWpmHHu_I/AAAAAAAAAGI/PeDgrFCioh0/s320/PIC-1798.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9181727213015644333-5262476102412856365?l=seangearson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seangearson.blogspot.com/feeds/5262476102412856365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9181727213015644333&amp;postID=5262476102412856365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9181727213015644333/posts/default/5262476102412856365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9181727213015644333/posts/default/5262476102412856365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seangearson.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='Zombie&apos;s don&apos;t take pictures.'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10445357179596009628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBv9GKIqY9Q/SsLWq6erDII/AAAAAAAAAGo/TrSUVErfT3s/s72-c/PIC-1781.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9181727213015644333.post-9156947880604618806</id><published>2009-09-29T22:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T22:47:45.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You See What I see?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBv9GKIqY9Q/SsLSDShX2gI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oZixcSBN2c8/s1600-h/inkblottest03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387099058241788418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBv9GKIqY9Q/SsLSDShX2gI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oZixcSBN2c8/s320/inkblottest03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The "ink blot". Perhaps you have seen these only in movies, they are after all part of a projective psychological test used to draw out psychopathology, or maybe these tools of a fading psychology are a metaphor of life today. We are bombarded with post-modern messages of "everything is relative" and "there is no absolute truth" and while I'm not writing to debate these arguments of trivialities; I have to respect the fact that other people see things differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first glance I see two men balled up in shame while angels watch over them and demons laugh in their faces. Do you see what I see? Perhaps my self in this moment as I'm writing sees this because it is a projection of something in me. Yesterday, maybe I would have seen something different. Tomorrow I probably will see something different. Maybe instead of trying to figure out why some would see something else, or why I would see something else; I should live in the moment and recognize the truth in the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9181727213015644333-9156947880604618806?l=seangearson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seangearson.blogspot.com/feeds/9156947880604618806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9181727213015644333&amp;postID=9156947880604618806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9181727213015644333/posts/default/9156947880604618806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9181727213015644333/posts/default/9156947880604618806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seangearson.blogspot.com/2009/09/do-you-see-what-i-see.html' title='Do You See What I see?'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10445357179596009628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBv9GKIqY9Q/SsLSDShX2gI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oZixcSBN2c8/s72-c/inkblottest03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9181727213015644333.post-1216912292695909175</id><published>2008-12-08T16:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:19:35.645-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Every have one of those days where the alarm on your phone you have set to wake up do laundry does not do its job? And then to make it better, when you come to consciousness two hours post alarm, your nose is bleeding.....?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9181727213015644333-1216912292695909175?l=seangearson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seangearson.blogspot.com/feeds/1216912292695909175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9181727213015644333&amp;postID=1216912292695909175' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9181727213015644333/posts/default/1216912292695909175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9181727213015644333/posts/default/1216912292695909175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seangearson.blogspot.com/2008/12/every-have-one-of-those-days-where.html' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10445357179596009628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9181727213015644333.post-4799479246743968983</id><published>2008-11-15T16:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:19:07.878-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Too Late</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBv9GKIqY9Q/SR9Kxx_SzUI/AAAAAAAAAFs/cap5ZrTQZys/s1600-h/Never+Too+Laste.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269012308139625794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBv9GKIqY9Q/SR9Kxx_SzUI/AAAAAAAAAFs/cap5ZrTQZys/s400/Never+Too+Laste.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YWapziQ2mAk"&gt;Never Too Late&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img class="gl_photo" alt="Add Image" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;lyrics&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This world will never be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I expected&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if I don't belong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who would have guessed it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will not leave alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything that I own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To make you feel like it's not too late&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's never too late&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even if I say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It'll be alright&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still I hear you say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You want to end your life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now and again we try&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To just stay alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe we'll turn it all around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Cause it's not too late&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's never too late&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No one will ever see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This side reflected&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if there's something wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who would have guessed it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I have left alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything that I own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To make you feel like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not too late&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's never too late&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even if I say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It'll be alright&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still I hear you say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You want to end your life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now and again we try&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To just stay alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe we'll turn it all around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Cause it's not too late&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's never too late&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The world we knew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Won't come back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The time we've lost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't get back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The life we had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Won't be ours again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This world will never be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I expected&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if I don't belong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even if I say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It'll be alright&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still I hear you say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You want to end your life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now and again we try&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To just stay alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe we'll turn it all around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Cause it's not too late&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's never too late&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe we'll turn it all around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Cause it's not too late&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's never too late (It's never too late)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not too late&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's never too late &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9181727213015644333-4799479246743968983?l=seangearson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seangearson.blogspot.com/feeds/4799479246743968983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9181727213015644333&amp;postID=4799479246743968983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9181727213015644333/posts/default/4799479246743968983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9181727213015644333/posts/default/4799479246743968983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seangearson.blogspot.com/2008/11/never-too-late.html' title='Never Too Late'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10445357179596009628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBv9GKIqY9Q/SR9Kxx_SzUI/AAAAAAAAAFs/cap5ZrTQZys/s72-c/Never+Too+Laste.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9181727213015644333.post-695683578008195468</id><published>2008-11-15T14:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T14:38:44.421-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from the dead.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBv9GKIqY9Q/SR8ycEdoCEI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JKNUGIw3YPg/s1600-h/PIC-1015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268985546862495810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBv9GKIqY9Q/SR8ycEdoCEI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JKNUGIw3YPg/s400/PIC-1015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The best part about fall is the ability to drink hot beverages (e.g. coffee, tea, or hot chocolate) outside without that whole sauna feeling! Viva la Steamed Milk Beverages! Oh, and I am missing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hoodie&lt;/span&gt; i have on in the picture, so if you see it give me a jingle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9181727213015644333-695683578008195468?l=seangearson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seangearson.blogspot.com/feeds/695683578008195468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9181727213015644333&amp;postID=695683578008195468' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9181727213015644333/posts/default/695683578008195468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9181727213015644333/posts/default/695683578008195468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seangearson.blogspot.com/2008/11/back-from-dead.html' title='Back from the dead.....'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10445357179596009628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBv9GKIqY9Q/SR8ycEdoCEI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JKNUGIw3YPg/s72-c/PIC-1015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9181727213015644333.post-6429920891156309124</id><published>2008-09-09T10:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T10:49:07.565-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBv9GKIqY9Q/SMaZgshRi6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/B_J3y5SSeg0/s1600-h/PIC-0673.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244047603105106850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBv9GKIqY9Q/SMaZgshRi6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/B_J3y5SSeg0/s400/PIC-0673.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You are here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBv9GKIqY9Q/SMaZgxIY1zI/AAAAAAAAAEk/R8VsuQGPoZw/s1600-h/PIC-0768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244047604342904626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBv9GKIqY9Q/SMaZgxIY1zI/AAAAAAAAAEk/R8VsuQGPoZw/s400/PIC-0768.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The workers at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Germantown&lt;/span&gt; Festival just loved kids, we could tell by the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;drool dried to their faces and empty ticket taking stares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBv9GKIqY9Q/SMaZhKjZk1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/qNqvvmLH2cU/s1600-h/PIC-0721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244047611167085394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBv9GKIqY9Q/SMaZhKjZk1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/qNqvvmLH2cU/s400/PIC-0721.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ding dong the vine is dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBv9GKIqY9Q/SMaZhNygrUI/AAAAAAAAAE0/JIxmqSnswao/s1600-h/PIC-0727.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244047612035771714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBv9GKIqY9Q/SMaZhNygrUI/AAAAAAAAAE0/JIxmqSnswao/s400/PIC-0727.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kenzie's&lt;/span&gt; one and only trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;FHU&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBv9GKIqY9Q/SMaZhY2u4uI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Qzi72azmaWo/s1600-h/PIC-0744.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244047615006270178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBv9GKIqY9Q/SMaZhY2u4uI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Qzi72azmaWo/s400/PIC-0744.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kendra, Steve, and Kelly are a happy family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9181727213015644333-6429920891156309124?l=seangearson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seangearson.blogspot.com/feeds/6429920891156309124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9181727213015644333&amp;postID=6429920891156309124' title='2 Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9181727213015644333.post-3789178527007289784</id><published>2008-09-09T09:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T09:53:21.439-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics of Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBv9GKIqY9Q/SMaNycqXviI/AAAAAAAAADM/MSTkc11A3zg/s1600-h/PIC-0619.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244034713946406434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBv9GKIqY9Q/SMaNycqXviI/AAAAAAAAADM/MSTkc11A3zg/s400/PIC-0619.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBv9GKIqY9Q/SMaNya-1v_I/AAAAAAAAADU/M4Mq4blfXN8/s1600-h/PIC-0628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244034713495388146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBv9GKIqY9Q/SMaNya-1v_I/AAAAAAAAADU/M4Mq4blfXN8/s400/PIC-0628.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBv9GKIqY9Q/SMaNytzzcjI/AAAAAAAAADc/TjikJlsjVKU/s1600-h/PIC-0639.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244034718549373490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBv9GKIqY9Q/SMaNytzzcjI/AAAAAAAAADc/TjikJlsjVKU/s400/PIC-0639.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBv9GKIqY9Q/SMaNzPkAUMI/AAAAAAAAADk/gl44xQIZyrQ/s1600-h/PIC-0703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244034727609913538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBv9GKIqY9Q/SMaNzPkAUMI/AAAAAAAAADk/gl44xQIZyrQ/s400/PIC-0703.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBv9GKIqY9Q/SMaNzGyhDaI/AAAAAAAAADs/tvll2LsJ8Ec/s1600-h/PIC-0651.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244034725254860194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBv9GKIqY9Q/SMaNzGyhDaI/AAAAAAAAADs/tvll2LsJ8Ec/s400/PIC-0651.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9181727213015644333-3789178527007289784?l=seangearson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seangearson.blogspot.com/feeds/3789178527007289784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9181727213015644333&amp;postID=3789178527007289784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9181727213015644333/posts/default/3789178527007289784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9181727213015644333/posts/default/3789178527007289784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seangearson.blogspot.com/2008/09/pics-of-summer.html' title='Pics of Summer'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10445357179596009628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBv9GKIqY9Q/SMaNycqXviI/AAAAAAAAADM/MSTkc11A3zg/s72-c/PIC-0619.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9181727213015644333.post-68223274674204407</id><published>2008-08-07T12:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T12:07:14.271-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel good song of the day....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Vindicated"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope dangles on a string&lt;br /&gt;Like slow spinning redemption&lt;br /&gt;Winding in and winding out&lt;br /&gt;The shine of it has caught my eye&lt;br /&gt;And roped me in&lt;br /&gt;So mesmerizing, so hypnotizing I am captivated&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;I am Vindicated&lt;br /&gt;I am selfish&lt;br /&gt;I am wrong&lt;br /&gt;I am right&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'm right&lt;br /&gt;I swear I knew it all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am flawed&lt;br /&gt;But I am cleaning up so well&lt;br /&gt;I am seeing in me now the things you swore you saw yourself&lt;br /&gt;So clearLike the diamond in your ring&lt;br /&gt;Cut to mirror your intentions&lt;br /&gt;Oversized and overwhelmed&lt;br /&gt;The shine of which has caught my eye&lt;br /&gt;And rendered me so isolated, so motivated&lt;br /&gt;I am certain now that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So turnUp the corners of your lips&lt;br /&gt;Part them and feel my finger tips&lt;br /&gt;Trace the moment, fall forever&lt;br /&gt;Defense is paper thin&lt;br /&gt;Just one touch and I'd be in&lt;br /&gt;Too deep now to ever swim against the current&lt;br /&gt;So let me slip away [3x]&lt;br /&gt;So let me slip against the current&lt;br /&gt;So let me slip away [4x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slight hopeIt dangles on a stringLike slow spinning redemption...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9181727213015644333-68223274674204407?l=seangearson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seangearson.blogspot.com/feeds/68223274674204407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9181727213015644333&amp;postID=68223274674204407' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9181727213015644333/posts/default/68223274674204407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9181727213015644333/posts/default/68223274674204407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seangearson.blogspot.com/2008/08/feel-good-song-of-day.html' title='Feel good song of the day....'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10445357179596009628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9181727213015644333.post-7354670531899429609</id><published>2008-07-30T10:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T10:59:03.330-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='other blogs'/><title type='text'>Thought this was funny....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NBv9GKIqY9Q/SJCPkLhTngI/AAAAAAAAADE/6Fx_Ad6KjMA/s1600-h/Constanza%27s_wisdom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228837019107696130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NBv9GKIqY9Q/SJCPkLhTngI/AAAAAAAAADE/6Fx_Ad6KjMA/s400/Constanza%27s_wisdom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not a big Seinfeld fan, but this was posted on one of the &lt;a href="http://skeepers.blogspot.com/"&gt;blogs&lt;/a&gt; I check regularly and thought it was funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9181727213015644333-7354670531899429609?l=seangearson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seangearson.blogspot.com/feeds/7354670531899429609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9181727213015644333&amp;postID=7354670531899429609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9181727213015644333/posts/default/7354670531899429609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9181727213015644333/posts/default/7354670531899429609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seangearson.blogspot.com/2008/07/thought-this-was-funny.html' title='Thought this was funny....'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10445357179596009628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NBv9GKIqY9Q/SJCPkLhTngI/AAAAAAAAADE/6Fx_Ad6KjMA/s72-c/Constanza%27s_wisdom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9181727213015644333.post-5509312599833952935</id><published>2008-07-28T23:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T11:09:28.071-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prego my ego'/><title type='text'>Some Early Pregnancy Observations...</title><content type='html'>Because Laurel and I started dating a week after Mackenzie's first birthday I missed out on the entire &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pregnancy&lt;/span&gt; experience. So although, __(name to be determined)__ will be my second child I have an exciting nine months ahead of me. So I will try and keep my faithful readers, few though they are, updated on the things I experience. Here are a few things I've noticed thus far:&lt;br /&gt;1. Congratulating people on their pregnancy is kind of weird. I understand wanting to share the excitement and the sentiment; however, it can also seem like people are congratulating you on having sex. (Though, I can say that sometimes I've felt like telling people I had great sex so they can congratulate me!)&lt;br /&gt;2. Something is in the water of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;HomeBuilder&lt;/span&gt; class.&lt;br /&gt;3. I feel lucky that my wife is craving salad at this point instead of something gross. I'm sure some of you know of some strange cravings. A girl I worked with once ate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Oreo&lt;/span&gt; cookies and ranch dressing when she was pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that is it for now, I had more in mind until I started writing them, guess I'll have to keep a pen with me.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9181727213015644333-5509312599833952935?l=seangearson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seangearson.blogspot.com/feeds/5509312599833952935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9181727213015644333&amp;postID=5509312599833952935' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9181727213015644333/posts/default/5509312599833952935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9181727213015644333/posts/default/5509312599833952935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seangearson.blogspot.com/2008/07/some-early-pregnancy-observations.html' title='Some Early Pregnancy Observations...'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10445357179596009628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9181727213015644333.post-7382589966590203267</id><published>2008-07-23T22:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T22:34:49.833-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cartoons'/><title type='text'>Move over stupid monkey.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NBv9GKIqY9Q/SIf4TKPJ1dI/AAAAAAAAAC8/2uhcBIdorUA/s1600-h/max+and+ruby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226418900635866578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NBv9GKIqY9Q/SIf4TKPJ1dI/AAAAAAAAAC8/2uhcBIdorUA/s320/max+and+ruby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my hatred (or firm disliking) of Curious George has been put on hold. In its place is Max And Ruby. Damn them. Mackenzie was afraid to go to sleep tonight because there were tarantulas on Max and Ruby today. And don't even get me started on the parental situation of that show. I think a one anonymous phone call to the Department of Family Services of Bunnyville would solve all of our problems.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9181727213015644333-7382589966590203267?l=seangearson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seangearson.blogspot.com/feeds/7382589966590203267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9181727213015644333&amp;postID=7382589966590203267' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9181727213015644333/posts/default/7382589966590203267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9181727213015644333/posts/default/7382589966590203267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seangearson.blogspot.com/2008/07/move-over-stupid-monkey.html' title='Move over stupid monkey.....'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10445357179596009628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NBv9GKIqY9Q/SIf4TKPJ1dI/AAAAAAAAAC8/2uhcBIdorUA/s72-c/max+and+ruby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9181727213015644333.post-5493941088506698575</id><published>2008-07-23T14:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T11:09:59.732-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><title type='text'>I was arrested!</title><content type='html'>"Sean was arrested for digging a hole to Hell, which released numerous evil demons into public. he spent six long days in jail, wishing himself dead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm bored and so I did this. Google the your name followed by "was arrested for" and see what comes up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mackenzie was arrested for cocaine possession, ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In 1960, after the Sharpeville massacre, both Rusty and Hilda were again arrested under the Emergency regulations."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Laura was arrested for murdering Frank's son Damian, a crime she was innocent of. She was acquitted and the real killer turned out to be her lawyer Justus ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Josh was arrested for Distribution of Marijuana with intent in Spring 2005"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Adam was arrested for terrorizing the school and carrying an illegal weapon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Chelle arrested for dealing crack!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alex was arrested for allegedly embezzling two hundred and seventy-three thousand dollars from the post office."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like some of these people have some explaining to do....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9181727213015644333-5493941088506698575?l=seangearson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seangearson.blogspot.com/feeds/5493941088506698575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9181727213015644333&amp;postID=5493941088506698575' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9181727213015644333/posts/default/5493941088506698575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9181727213015644333/posts/default/5493941088506698575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seangearson.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-was-arrested.html' title='I was arrested!'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10445357179596009628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9181727213015644333.post-7378993169652278906</id><published>2008-07-16T22:41:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T09:09:58.032-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Instead of working on my paper....</title><content type='html'>I did go to the library and work on my paper some today. Tomorrow I am working all day at MINI, but my boss is on vacation and I'm hoping for an easy day and 9 hours to devote to my paper. I only hope I can stay focused since I work at an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ADHD&lt;/span&gt; clinic! Bio-feedback here I come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight instead of working on my paper after church this is what I did:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223824326832372754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NBv9GKIqY9Q/SH7AjFnjPBI/AAAAAAAAACM/TKzryCsJubs/s320/tcby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;YUM! After church we borrowed some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;coupons&lt;/span&gt; from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Campbells&lt;/span&gt; and head to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;TCBY&lt;/span&gt; where I got a Blueberry Cheesecake and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;gummy bear&lt;/span&gt; Shiver! The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;gummy bears&lt;/span&gt; are magical! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kenzie&lt;/span&gt; got a scoop of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;rocky road&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ice cream&lt;/span&gt;, and a comment Laurel had about sums that up, "how did she get it on her shoulder?" Laurel also got a shiver, but she went for a chocolate yogurt and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Oreo&lt;/span&gt; with nuts; very tasty! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, and before I go for the night: while I was reading &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Kenzie&lt;/span&gt; bedtime stories....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Kenzie&lt;/span&gt;: I thought we were going to read the one with the green bean?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sean: The one with the green bean?...... Oh, do you mean Green Gables?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Kenzie&lt;/span&gt;: Yes, that one!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We recently finished The Secret Garden (my favorite quote from the book is, Collin--"I don't want to be queer"--that about sums it up) and have just started reading Anne of Green Gables. After Anne we have Little House in the Big Woods and then we are free to choose another book. I think I have one picked out one already by the author of Because of Winne Dixie called Tale of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Despereaux&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223827562249622354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NBv9GKIqY9Q/SH7DfafIk1I/AAAAAAAAACU/NcjDui6BUvA/s320/tale+of+the+despereaux.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9181727213015644333-7378993169652278906?l=seangearson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seangearson.blogspot.com/feeds/7378993169652278906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9181727213015644333&amp;postID=7378993169652278906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9181727213015644333/posts/default/7378993169652278906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9181727213015644333/posts/default/7378993169652278906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seangearson.blogspot.com/2008/07/instead-of-working-on-my-paper_16.html' title='Instead of working on my paper....'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10445357179596009628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NBv9GKIqY9Q/SH7AjFnjPBI/AAAAAAAAACM/TKzryCsJubs/s72-c/tcby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9181727213015644333.post-8748559569992754943</id><published>2008-07-16T13:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T14:24:24.025-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Instead of working on my paper....</title><content type='html'>So I have this paper due Friday, but instead of working on it this the other night I did this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f3d33a7581fe9ac" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0f3d33a7581fe9ac%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331489055%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1E37314B17AC0FBF161F3EE74B9D68D883E9E7BA.4675435F41375D7353EC73D96E1D6716C1C45D2F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df3d33a7581fe9ac%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DRZ_SJe5Z0VsK-CDa5Z4KywYFDVI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0f3d33a7581fe9ac%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331489055%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1E37314B17AC0FBF161F3EE74B9D68D883E9E7BA.4675435F41375D7353EC73D96E1D6716C1C45D2F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df3d33a7581fe9ac%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DRZ_SJe5Z0VsK-CDa5Z4KywYFDVI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We bought "Kenzie" a slip-n-slide at Target, and I believe I had the most fun. Makes me remember the slip and slide my sister and I used to play on in our Grandma's backyard. I also remember we had a slip-n-slide game kid of like twister that was a lot of fun! Viva La Summer!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9181727213015644333-8748559569992754943?l=seangearson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f3d33a7581fe9ac&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seangearson.blogspot.com/feeds/8748559569992754943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9181727213015644333&amp;postID=8748559569992754943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9181727213015644333/posts/default/8748559569992754943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9181727213015644333/posts/default/8748559569992754943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seangearson.blogspot.com/2008/07/instead-of-working-on-my-paper.html' title='Instead of working on my paper....'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10445357179596009628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9181727213015644333.post-4497804095880139689</id><published>2008-07-10T08:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T22:40:19.802-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just an Update</title><content type='html'>For anyone who knows the horrible car situation Laurel and I are in, God has answered some of our prayers. This works out very well, because they were answered how I was hoping they would be. After some of the Bible readings we've had, there some fear that God would say, I want you to struggle with this a little longer. But He is amazing and has taken mercy on us! Laurel and Kenzie are still asleep, but I think Laurel will be able to breath a bit easier today.&lt;br /&gt;God Bless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9181727213015644333-4497804095880139689?l=seangearson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seangearson.blogspot.com/feeds/4497804095880139689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9181727213015644333&amp;postID=4497804095880139689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9181727213015644333/posts/default/4497804095880139689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9181727213015644333/posts/default/4497804095880139689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seangearson.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-and-update.html' title='Just an Update'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10445357179596009628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9181727213015644333.post-8565583073157156856</id><published>2008-07-08T15:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T15:33:26.431-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Even Hamsters Get Lonely</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NBv9GKIqY9Q/SHPNBFSj4SI/AAAAAAAAACE/ejnwDg4Hx7o/s1600-h/josh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220741811536126242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NBv9GKIqY9Q/SHPNBFSj4SI/AAAAAAAAACE/ejnwDg4Hx7o/s200/josh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was woken up today by Josh. Apparently he was lonely and wanted to sleep with Laurel and I. Why not, Mackenzie had tried it already (at 2:00am). So at 5:00am this morning I felt Josh snuggling next to my arm. I'm not sure he meant to wake me up because he ran from me when I tried to pet him/put him back in his cage. After chasing Josh around the bedroom he finally tried to hide in a pillow that had fallen on the floor, so I carried Josh in the pillow back to his bachelor pad. Realizing it was now 5:30 and I was going to get up soon anyway, I decided to stay awake...yum coffee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9181727213015644333-8565583073157156856?l=seangearson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seangearson.blogspot.com/feeds/8565583073157156856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9181727213015644333&amp;postID=8565583073157156856' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9181727213015644333/posts/default/8565583073157156856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9181727213015644333/posts/default/8565583073157156856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seangearson.blogspot.com/2008/07/even-hamsters-get-lonely.html' title='Even Hamsters Get Lonely'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10445357179596009628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NBv9GKIqY9Q/SHPNBFSj4SI/AAAAAAAAACE/ejnwDg4Hx7o/s72-c/josh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9181727213015644333.post-2614072674225357638</id><published>2008-06-12T13:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T14:01:52.175-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reef Blower!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NBv9GKIqY9Q/SFFyiDHrL6I/AAAAAAAAABk/czbe1yrXkdE/s1600-h/squidward.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211072173122989986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NBv9GKIqY9Q/SFFyiDHrL6I/AAAAAAAAABk/czbe1yrXkdE/s200/squidward.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took a job working maintenance on campus for the summer and beyond. I feel kind of stupid because had I known I was going to take this road I could have started a week sooner. But I am happy and thankful for everyone who was praying for the job situation. The pay isn't great and I have to wear pants (as in no shorts) in the heat, but I am looking forward to working outside and maybe shedding a few pounds this summer. And who knows maybe I'll find out just how tan I can get (or red, I'm not sure). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning was my third day on the job and definately the most enjoyable. I walked outside and found Cecil at 7:00 and then waited until 8:00 for something to do. I was introduced to edging with a weed eater, not the easiest of tasks. But I lost no toes, so that's good. Right before I finished for the day I got to play with a leaf blower. If you have seen the SpongeBob episode "Reef Blower" you can imagine the fun I was having. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9181727213015644333-2614072674225357638?l=seangearson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seangearson.blogspot.com/feeds/2614072674225357638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9181727213015644333&amp;postID=2614072674225357638' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9181727213015644333/posts/default/2614072674225357638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9181727213015644333/posts/default/2614072674225357638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seangearson.blogspot.com/2008/06/reef-blower.html' title='Reef Blower!'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10445357179596009628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NBv9GKIqY9Q/SFFyiDHrL6I/AAAAAAAAABk/czbe1yrXkdE/s72-c/squidward.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9181727213015644333.post-1267746511832272522</id><published>2008-06-12T13:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T13:38:20.577-05:00</updated><title type='text'>new blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NBv9GKIqY9Q/SFFs9EnglqI/AAAAAAAAABc/jbF3zk8LRrE/s1600-h/blackjack_official-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211066040311649954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NBv9GKIqY9Q/SFFs9EnglqI/AAAAAAAAABc/jbF3zk8LRrE/s200/blackjack_official-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are seeing this because I just added mobile blogging to my page. I'm not sure if I'll ever use it, but now I have the option to blog from my Blackjack. The world is getting smaller, you had better watch out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9181727213015644333-1267746511832272522?l=seangearson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seangearson.blogspot.com/feeds/1267746511832272522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9181727213015644333&amp;postID=1267746511832272522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9181727213015644333/posts/default/1267746511832272522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9181727213015644333/posts/default/1267746511832272522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seangearson.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-blog.html' title='new blog'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10445357179596009628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NBv9GKIqY9Q/SFFs9EnglqI/AAAAAAAAABc/jbF3zk8LRrE/s72-c/blackjack_official-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9181727213015644333.post-4119109170429240977</id><published>2008-06-03T19:51:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T20:35:50.621-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NBv9GKIqY9Q/SEXxa9zETHI/AAAAAAAAABU/C7midPNVZkY/s1600-h/listen+to+the+music.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207833989691493490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NBv9GKIqY9Q/SEXxa9zETHI/AAAAAAAAABU/C7midPNVZkY/s320/listen+to+the+music.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I haven't forsaken the blog. I've been busy preparing for my summer course--Counseling Ethics and Professional Ethics. A lot of reading was involved, and as much as I hate to admit it I am a slow reader, so it takes me a while to get it all done. But I finished the reading and get to take my first of two tests tomorrow. This also means that my mp3 player has been growing out of my ears lately. But I'm really bummed. My 20 gig mp3 player decided it needed to reformat itself and so I lost a huge collection of music. grrr. grrr. It almost makes me want to cry. But luckily I have a back up--a Sony mini disk player. It is outdated technology now, but secretly I love my mini disk player. It reminds me of all the little toys I had when I was little....good times, good times. In the midst of my studying I did get the opportunity to listen to some great music and I have decided to share some of it with you, or at least the lyrics. There is kind of a theme in these songs of saving people. Is my messiah complex showing through?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Scientist by Coldplay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Come up to meet ya, tell you I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;You don't know how lovely you are&lt;br /&gt;I had to find you, tell you I need ya&lt;br /&gt;And tell you I set you apart&lt;br /&gt;Tell me your secrets,&lt;br /&gt;and nurse me your questions&lt;br /&gt;Oh lets go back to the start&lt;br /&gt;Running in circles, coming in tails&lt;br /&gt;Heads on a science apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody said it was easy&lt;br /&gt;It's such a shame for us to part&lt;br /&gt;Nobody said it was easy&lt;br /&gt;No one ever said it would be this hard&lt;br /&gt;Oh take me back to the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just guessing at numbers and figures&lt;br /&gt;Pulling the puzzles apart&lt;br /&gt;Questions of science, science and progress&lt;br /&gt;Do not speak as loud as my heart&lt;br /&gt;And tell me you love me,&lt;br /&gt;come back and haunt me&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I rush to the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running in circles, chasing tails&lt;br /&gt;Coming back as we are&lt;br /&gt;Nobody said it was easy&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's such a shame for us to part&lt;br /&gt;Nobody said it was easy&lt;br /&gt;No one ever said it would be so hard&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back to the start&lt;br /&gt;Ooooohhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Say It Ain't So by Weezer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;Alright&lt;br /&gt;Somebody's Heine'&lt;br /&gt;Is crowdin' my icebox&lt;br /&gt;Somebody's cold one&lt;br /&gt;Is givin' me chills&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'll just close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;Alright&lt;br /&gt;Feels good&lt;br /&gt;Inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flip on the tele&lt;br /&gt;Wrestle with Jimmy&lt;br /&gt;Something is bubbling&lt;br /&gt;Behind my back&lt;br /&gt;The bottle is ready to blow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say it ain't so&lt;br /&gt;Your drug is a heartbreaker&lt;br /&gt;Say it ain't so&lt;br /&gt;My love is a life taker&lt;br /&gt;I can't confront you&lt;br /&gt;I never could do&lt;br /&gt;That which might hurt you&lt;br /&gt;So try and be cool&lt;br /&gt;When I say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This way is a waterslide away from me&lt;br /&gt;That takes you further every day&lt;br /&gt;So be cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say it ain't so&lt;br /&gt;Your drug is a heartbreaker&lt;br /&gt;Say it ain't so&lt;br /&gt;My love is a life taker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Daddy&lt;br /&gt;I write you in spite of years of silence&lt;br /&gt;You've cleaned up, found Jesus, things are good or so I hear&lt;br /&gt;This bottle of Steven's awakens ancient feelings&lt;br /&gt;Like father, stepfather, the son is drowning in the flood&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say it ain't so&lt;br /&gt;Your drug is a heartbreaker&lt;br /&gt;Say it ain't so&lt;br /&gt;My love is a life taker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Save Me by Unwritten Law&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a bad day,&lt;br /&gt;don't talk to me,&lt;br /&gt;gonna ride this out,&lt;br /&gt;My little black heart,&lt;br /&gt;breaks apart,&lt;br /&gt;with your big mouth.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sick of my sickness&lt;br /&gt;Don't touch me, you'll get this.&lt;br /&gt;I'm useless, lazy, perverted,&lt;br /&gt;and you hate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't save me,You can't change me,&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm waiting for my wakeup call,&lt;br /&gt;And everything,&lt;br /&gt;everything's my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the doctor,&lt;br /&gt;and I asked her,to make this stop.&lt;br /&gt;(whoa)Got medication,&lt;br /&gt;a new addiction,&lt;br /&gt;Fucking thanks a lot.&lt;br /&gt;I had to relapse, I'm bad at rehabs&lt;br /&gt;It ruins everything. (whoa)&lt;br /&gt;So point your finger, at the singer,&lt;br /&gt;He's in the pharmacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't save me,&lt;br /&gt;You can't change me,&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm waiting for my wake up call,&lt;br /&gt;and everything's my fault.&lt;br /&gt;You can't save me,&lt;br /&gt;You can't blame me,&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm waiting here to take a fall,&lt;br /&gt;and everything,&lt;br /&gt;and everything's my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm a death threat&lt;br /&gt;haven't slept yet,&lt;br /&gt;Baby why the wake up call&lt;br /&gt;I'm the bad boy tell the tabloids&lt;br /&gt;everything's my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa whoa whoa yeah,&lt;br /&gt;write it write it,&lt;br /&gt;Whoa Whoa whoa everything's my fault,&lt;br /&gt;everything's my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to heaven,&lt;br /&gt;but couldn't get in,&lt;br /&gt;For what I have done.&lt;br /&gt;I said please take me,&lt;br /&gt;they said you're crazy&lt;br /&gt;you had too much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't save me,&lt;br /&gt;You can't change me,&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm waiting for my wake up call&lt;br /&gt;,and everything's my fault.&lt;br /&gt;You can't save me,&lt;br /&gt;You can't blame me,&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm waiting here to take a fall,&lt;br /&gt;and everything, everything's my fault.You can't save me,&lt;br /&gt;You can't change me,&lt;br /&gt;You can't save me,&lt;br /&gt;You can't change me,&lt;br /&gt;You can't save me,&lt;br /&gt;You can't change me,&lt;br /&gt;(everything's my fault)&lt;br /&gt;You can't save me,You can't change me,&lt;br /&gt;Everything's my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wonderwall by Oasis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (though I am in love with the cover version by Bryan Adams)&lt;br /&gt;Today is gonna be the day&lt;br /&gt;That they're gonna throw it back to you&lt;br /&gt;By now you should've somehow&lt;br /&gt;Realized what you gotta do&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe that anybody&lt;br /&gt;Feels the way I do about you now&lt;br /&gt;Backbeat the word was on the street&lt;br /&gt;That the fire in your heart is out&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you've heard it all before&lt;br /&gt;But you never really had a doubt&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe that anybody feels&lt;br /&gt;The way I do about you now&lt;br /&gt;And all the roads we have to walk along are winding&lt;br /&gt;And all the lights that lead us there are blinding&lt;br /&gt;There are many things that I would&lt;br /&gt;Like to say to you&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how&lt;br /&gt;Because maybe&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna be the one who saves me?And after all&lt;br /&gt;You're my wonderwall&lt;br /&gt;Today was gonna be the day&lt;br /&gt;But they'll never throw it back to you&lt;br /&gt;By now you should've somehow&lt;br /&gt;Realized what you're not to do&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe that anybody&lt;br /&gt;Feels the way I doAbout you now&lt;br /&gt;And all the roads that lead to you were winding&lt;br /&gt;And all the lights that light the way are blinding&lt;br /&gt;There are many things that I would like to say to you&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how&lt;br /&gt;I said maybeYou're gonna be the one who saves me?&lt;br /&gt;And after all&lt;br /&gt;You're my wonderwall&lt;br /&gt;I said maybe&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna be the one who saves me?&lt;br /&gt;And after all&lt;br /&gt;You're my wonderwall&lt;br /&gt;Said maybe&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna be the one that saves me&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna be the one that saves me&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna be the one that saves me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24 by Switchfoot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty four oceans&lt;br /&gt;Twenty four skies&lt;br /&gt;Twenty four failures&lt;br /&gt;Twenty four tries&lt;br /&gt;Twenty four finds me&lt;br /&gt;In twenty-fourth place&lt;br /&gt;Twenty four drop outs&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is not what I thought it was&lt;br /&gt;Twenty four hours ago&lt;br /&gt;Still I'm singing&lt;br /&gt;Spirit take me up in arms with You&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not who I thought I was twenty four hours ago&lt;br /&gt;Still I'm singing Spirit take me up in arms with You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty four reasons to admit that I'm wrong&lt;br /&gt;With all my excuses still twenty four strong&lt;br /&gt;See I'm not copping out&lt;br /&gt;not copping out&lt;br /&gt;not copping out&lt;br /&gt;When You're raising the dead in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh I am the second man&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh I am the second man now&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh I am the second man now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And You're raising these twenty four voices&lt;br /&gt;With twenty four hearts&lt;br /&gt;With all of my symphonies&lt;br /&gt;In twenty four parts&lt;br /&gt;But I want to be one today&lt;br /&gt;Centered and true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm singing Spirit take me up in arms with You&lt;br /&gt;You're raising the dead in me&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh I am the second man&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh I am the second man now&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh I am the second man now&lt;br /&gt;And You're raising the dead in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to see miracles,&lt;br /&gt;see the world change&lt;br /&gt;Wrestled the angel,&lt;br /&gt;for more than a name&lt;br /&gt;For more than a feeling&lt;br /&gt;For more than a cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm singing Spirit take me up in arms with You&lt;br /&gt;And You're raising the dead in me&lt;br /&gt;Twenty four voices&lt;br /&gt;With twenty four hearts&lt;br /&gt;With all of my symphonies&lt;br /&gt;In twenty four parts.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not copping out.&lt;br /&gt;Not copping out.&lt;br /&gt;Not copping out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I can only hope you have made it this far! I am a huge believer in the therapeutic power of music. Music can bring produce an emotion with such grace and recall a memory like the voice of an angel. Each of these songs reminds me of a specific time and specific place in my life that has great meaning for me. If you feel moved to send me a comment, let me know what song in your life moves you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9181727213015644333-4119109170429240977?l=seangearson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seangearson.blogspot.com/feeds/4119109170429240977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9181727213015644333&amp;postID=4119109170429240977' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9181727213015644333/posts/default/4119109170429240977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9181727213015644333/posts/default/4119109170429240977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seangearson.blogspot.com/2008/06/still-alive.html' title='Still Alive'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10445357179596009628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NBv9GKIqY9Q/SEXxa9zETHI/AAAAAAAAABU/C7midPNVZkY/s72-c/listen+to+the+music.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9181727213015644333.post-6788164201850880289</id><published>2008-05-16T14:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T14:31:44.937-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NBv9GKIqY9Q/SC3fSIllDbI/AAAAAAAAABM/ZrRQrNL8vac/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201058647318531506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NBv9GKIqY9Q/SC3fSIllDbI/AAAAAAAAABM/ZrRQrNL8vac/s320/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I was reading Kenzie a story out of Wayside School the other night and she looks up at me and sees something new. What was you ask? It was my nose hair. Kenzie said, "Daddy you have hair coming out of your nose, can I pull it out?" I guess this shouldn't surprise me; after all, my wife bought me a nose hair trimmer for Christmas! Bedtime is my time with Kenzie. We start off by fighting to get pj's on and then picking out ONE story to read. After reading one story of Kenzie's choosing we read a chapter of Wayside School (because it rocks). Kenzie's favorite chapter is chapter 19 Sammy. Sammy is a dead rat with a bad attitude. Next we read a bible story. We have read through her children’s bible 6 times now (not including the other two children’s bible's/story books she has). This has been such a reward. It is a great have Kenzie's bible teachers tell me she knows her stories very well! Then we finish our bedtime reading with a chapter from a novel. We have read Charlotte's Web, Because of Winne Dixie, The Little Princess, and Island of the Blue Dolphin. We are currently reading the Secret Garden and in the future will read Anne of Green Gables, The Wizard of Oz, The Little House on the Prairie series, and any other book I never read as a child and wish I had (Laurel hates Dickens, but I'm looking forward to reading some to her, as well as Harry Potter when she is old enough).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Five Random Songs&lt;br /&gt;1. From Yesterday-30 Second to Mars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Nature Boy-David Bowie (from the I AM SAM soundtrack)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Sometimes-Britney Spears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Tainted Love-Pussycat Dolls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Spiderwebs-No Doubt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random Thought for Today: Keep searching until you find the magic bananna, it so worth it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9181727213015644333-6788164201850880289?l=seangearson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seangearson.blogspot.com/feeds/6788164201850880289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9181727213015644333&amp;postID=6788164201850880289' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9181727213015644333/posts/default/6788164201850880289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9181727213015644333/posts/default/6788164201850880289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seangearson.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-i-was-reading-kenzie-story-out-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10445357179596009628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NBv9GKIqY9Q/SC3fSIllDbI/AAAAAAAAABM/ZrRQrNL8vac/s72-c/6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9181727213015644333.post-5654868339047594271</id><published>2008-05-13T16:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T17:02:56.214-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kharma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I guess you can't hate a fuzzy monkey without repercussions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laurel and I had a great day together today and were late picking Kenzie up from school...oops! But when Kenzie got in the car she showed me what she made in school today: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199986219754524066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NBv9GKIqY9Q/SCoP6ollDaI/AAAAAAAAABE/zABqJ_we5xw/s320/PIC-0131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curious George!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9181727213015644333-5654868339047594271?l=seangearson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seangearson.blogspot.com/feeds/5654868339047594271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9181727213015644333&amp;postID=5654868339047594271' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9181727213015644333/posts/default/5654868339047594271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9181727213015644333/posts/default/5654868339047594271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seangearson.blogspot.com/2008/05/kharma.html' title='Kharma'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10445357179596009628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NBv9GKIqY9Q/SCoP6ollDaI/AAAAAAAAABE/zABqJ_we5xw/s72-c/PIC-0131.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9181727213015644333.post-5457725811480102079</id><published>2008-05-12T20:31:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T20:47:23.724-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Quite Father's Day (Thank You Laurel via Rachel Baker)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NBv9GKIqY9Q/SCjzEYllDZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/nG-34e8NW-Q/s1600-h/SP_A2069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199673026444332434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NBv9GKIqY9Q/SCjzEYllDZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/nG-34e8NW-Q/s320/SP_A2069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;**Answers by Mackenzie**&lt;br /&gt;What is a daddy? Laurel&lt;br /&gt;My dad's name is... Sean Micheal&lt;br /&gt;He likes to watch... a scary movie&lt;br /&gt;For fun, my dad likes to... watch TV&lt;br /&gt;My dad likes to eat... fruit salad&lt;br /&gt;The thing my dad cooks best is... fruit salad&lt;br /&gt;If I had a lot of money, I would buy dad...donuts&lt;br /&gt;My dad is 3 years old&lt;br /&gt;My dad smells like... a carrot&lt;br /&gt;My dad's job is to... homework&lt;br /&gt;I know my dad loves me because... he loves hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Kenzie was in a funny mood when she answered my questions, and it was right after she answered Laurel's questions. Fruit salad was a very popular answer. Evidently, I cook a great fruit salad (though do not actually remember making any). I did however; open a can of mixed fruit the other night, which Kenzie ate exactly none of. I do like a good scary movie. When I was Kenzie's age I was watching Nightmare on Elm Street and I turned out normal. Don't worry, I have no intention of letting Mackenzie see anything like that, Curious George is scary enough. I'm not sure why I smell like a carrot, but I can always go for a donut. My favorite donut is either a cake donut with sprinkles or a cruller with caramel icing...yum! Kenzie may get the idea that homework is the devil because it is my work, I guess I need to pretend I enjoy doing it a bunch (I can hear Tom Sawyer in my head now). I do love to get and give hugs from Kenzie; there is nothing better, especially after homework.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9181727213015644333-5457725811480102079?l=seangearson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seangearson.blogspot.com/feeds/5457725811480102079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9181727213015644333&amp;postID=5457725811480102079' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9181727213015644333/posts/default/5457725811480102079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9181727213015644333/posts/default/5457725811480102079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seangearson.blogspot.com/2008/05/not-quite-fathers-day-thank-you-laurel.html' title='Not Quite Father&apos;s Day (Thank You Laurel via Rachel Baker)'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10445357179596009628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NBv9GKIqY9Q/SCjzEYllDZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/nG-34e8NW-Q/s72-c/SP_A2069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9181727213015644333.post-889383610154951235</id><published>2008-05-12T20:07:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T22:37:56.705-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cartoons'/><title type='text'>Just Shoot Me Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NBv9GKIqY9Q/SCjtsYllDYI/AAAAAAAAAA0/rQ5I4gV-y-A/s1600-h/Love_curious_george2.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199667116569333122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NBv9GKIqY9Q/SCjtsYllDYI/AAAAAAAAAA0/rQ5I4gV-y-A/s320/Love_curious_george2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to say that I hate Curious George. Every time I watch the fuzzy little monkey I can feel the cynicism flow through my veins. As I watch an episode I am constantly dumbfounded, completely confused how the human race has made it as long as it has.&lt;br /&gt;Hi monkey, I need to go get my fix, will you watch my shop for me? Or Hi monkey, maybe you would like to cook dinner in my restaurant tonight? I wouldn't trust that monkey to take out my trash let alone take over my livelihood for a day. I can see it now.&lt;br /&gt;Sean: Oh, Hi George. I'm being called out on an emergency, could you see my 4:00 for me?&lt;br /&gt;George: OO-oohh-Ah (and a poo fling)&lt;br /&gt;Sean: Thanks George I knew I could count on you!&lt;br /&gt;Then when I get back from my emergency I find that George has driven my manic depressive 4:00 over the edge and they have slit their wrist in my office. But George has used the blood to paint a lovely jungle scene on my office wall.&lt;br /&gt;Sean: Well, you win some, you lose some. Thanks for your help George.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, the cynicism is flowing through my veins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Five Songs of the Day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Addicted-Faithless (on the Cruel Intentions soundtrack)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. After Me-Saliva&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. But Julian, I'm a Little Older-Courtney Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Breakdown-Mae&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Cure for the Itch-Linkin Park&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random Thought: The "magical amount" ruins a makeout session.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9181727213015644333-889383610154951235?l=seangearson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seangearson.blogspot.com/feeds/889383610154951235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9181727213015644333&amp;postID=889383610154951235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9181727213015644333/posts/default/889383610154951235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9181727213015644333/posts/default/889383610154951235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seangearson.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-have-to-say-that-i-hate-curious.html' title='Just Shoot Me Now'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10445357179596009628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NBv9GKIqY9Q/SCjtsYllDYI/AAAAAAAAAA0/rQ5I4gV-y-A/s72-c/Love_curious_george2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9181727213015644333.post-6546821049438037123</id><published>2008-05-08T11:08:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T11:58:21.447-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here goes my virginity...</title><content type='html'>Well, maybe I'll keep up with this and it won't turn into something I start and never finish (e.g. emailing old friends, textbooks, scrap booking my Europe trip, adding more recipes to my cookbook, organizing my beads, playing guitar, reading the Bible, diets, exercising, fixing the hole in the bathroom wall, the to-do list on my computer, programming my Blackjack, backing up all my files and photos, this list could go on and on). I have to admit that I was against blogging at first. Thinking of blogging just gave me some anxiety, the pressure to be funny and witty. I mean come on, is there anything worse than reading a boring blog? You sit there and think to yourself, "I just wasted precious moments of my TV watching to read that crap?" (not that I've ever said that about your blog before). Okay, I suppose there are worse things, like when the internet goes down or when you want ice cream and the empty carton is in the freezer. A little side note, Laurel just said my blog was boring, UGH!&lt;br /&gt;I think I have made a decision about my summer job conundrum. I think I'm going to look for a horrible minimum wage job. I figure from here on out I'll probably be doing counseling, and this may be my last chance to have a "oh, yeah I did that one summer" kind of job. I've already done video and grocery stores, but I'm not sure if I'm up to fast food. Maybe I can find a job at a miniature golf course and yell at kids for hitting the clown face on hole eight or something. I think part of this revelation of mine also has to do with the fact that I'm surrounded by Christians. I mean no offense to you guys, but it makes evangelism kind of hard--like going to a family reunion looking for a date (never again!). I just finished the How to be a Contagious Christian class on Wednesday nights and didn't get much out of it because my impact list consisted of people who live a minimum of 2 hours away. I need to spread my wings before they whither and fall off. I'm not sure what else to say for my first blog. So I'll leave you with two things. First is a list of five random songs from my mp3 player (a fun idea I ripped off a blog much cooler than mine) and a random thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Random Songs from my non-ipod device.&lt;br /&gt;1. Some Might Say-Oasis&lt;br /&gt;2. Fly From the Inside-Shinedown&lt;br /&gt;3.The Kids Aren't Alright-The Offspring&lt;br /&gt;4.The New York Times-Everclear&lt;br /&gt;5. Paralyzing Kings-10 Years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(For you who have never heard of any of these, they are in a song, artist format)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Thought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rub a monkey's tummy, Rub a monkey's tummy with your head"--Sideways Stories from Wayside School&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9181727213015644333-6546821049438037123?l=seangearson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seangearson.blogspot.com/feeds/6546821049438037123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9181727213015644333&amp;postID=6546821049438037123' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9181727213015644333/posts/default/6546821049438037123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9181727213015644333/posts/default/6546821049438037123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seangearson.blogspot.com/2008/05/well-maybe-ill-keep-up-with-this-and-it.html' title='Here goes my virginity...'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10445357179596009628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
