<?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-2179978</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:25:52.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Guy</title><subtitle type='html'>Once again I will attempt to write my life down and all the odd occurances.  Through it all I hope you can find my twisted sense of humor somewhat...humorous.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>110</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-1850489237265950340</id><published>2008-01-18T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T11:35:54.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm back!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/1850489237265950340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=1850489237265950340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/1850489237265950340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/1850489237265950340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-109051900273140670</id><published>2004-07-22T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T14:03:33.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Great movie...and now improved!Jenny, Tina,and I went to see Napoleon Dynamite on Monday...it was great!!! I knew that it would be funny, but it exceeded my expectations. Just recently I watched a promo for some footage that was added and will begin showing on Friday. I think it may have been so funny to me because it hit little close to home. Yes, I was a goob in junior high. I had tinted </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/109051900273140670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=109051900273140670' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/109051900273140670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/109051900273140670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2004/07/great-movie.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-108894674162585326</id><published>2004-07-04T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T06:16:15.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmmm...which is it? Liquid, ice, or V.X. Poison Gas?!As many of you have probably seen on the television there is a new burning question on Jessicas mind..."is it liquid or is it ice?" Well I for one was intrigued at the thought of a mint that had both properties, so I went out and bought a pack. Delicious...and they really do a good job of freshening the breath too! The mints remind me a little </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/108894674162585326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=108894674162585326' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/108894674162585326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/108894674162585326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2004/07/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-108874001394824106</id><published>2004-07-01T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T20:52:28.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Quick Follow Up...What can I say about Spiderman 2? IT WAS FAN-FREAKIN'-TASTIC! I was truly impressed by this movie. Dare I say, it was better than the first? Yes, yes it was! Great action great (yet not overdone) special effects, and yes there is even a good romantic plot for the ladies out there. Its a movie that has everything and my prediction is that it will be the big hit for Summer '04! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/108874001394824106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=108874001394824106' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/108874001394824106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/108874001394824106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2004/07/quick-follow-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-108857195036774950</id><published>2004-06-29T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T09:14:59.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> It's finally here!!!Yup, Spiderman 2 is finally here! I can't wait to go and see it! I have been doing some refresher reading in my Ultimate Spiderman book so that I will be up to date on all the happenings in the new movie...Do I feel like a wee bit of a nerdling? NO!...Ok,maybe a little but I am so excited I don't care! Because of the great marketing for this movie, there has been a ton of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/108857195036774950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=108857195036774950' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/108857195036774950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/108857195036774950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2004/06/its-finally-hereyup-spiderman-2-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-108805225525018503</id><published>2004-06-23T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T06:01:16.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So delicious...but could possibly get you in a fight.When Sticky Lips BBQ came into town, they brought PJ's Loganberry with them. Later Wegmans began carrying it as well! I was beside myself with joy...I thought "now I know longer have to go out to eat to get this tasty drink...I can buy it and not have to wait for the waitress to come and refill my cup. I can drink 'till my hearts content. Then </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/108805225525018503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=108805225525018503' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/108805225525018503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/108805225525018503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2004/06/so-delicious.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-108796407050396430</id><published>2004-06-22T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T05:48:01.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Schfifty five...and oh yeah I AM BACKJenny has taught me how to use Dreamweaver and how to upload pictures...so now I am back and I will be able to write more entertaining entries. To commemorate my return I give you this comedic gem of a song.Enjoy! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/108796407050396430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=108796407050396430' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/108796407050396430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/108796407050396430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2004/06/schfifty-five.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-106325606302767010</id><published>2003-09-10T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T22:01:53.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>First Facial = Embarrassing moment #193Today marked a milestone in my life...for the first time in my twenty six years, I went to a day spa and had a facial.  I knew a little about what would happen as Jenny has had facials there before.  She told me how you had to get undressed down to your skivies and hop under the blankets on the heated massage table.One would hope that I would have remembered</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/106325606302767010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=106325606302767010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/106325606302767010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/106325606302767010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2003/09/first-facial-embarrassing-moment.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-106077961161762893</id><published>2003-08-13T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-13T06:06:26.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Girly Man HandsAfter being gone for seven months and not doing any manual labor, I have developed a condition known as Girly Man Hands.  The symptoms of this condition are as follows:1.  Soft, moisterized skin2.  No callouse formation3.  No cuts or abrasions on skinI blame the government (aka "the man") for sending me to an office job and giving me a maid at home.  Its all their fault!  The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/106077961161762893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=106077961161762893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/106077961161762893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/106077961161762893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2003/08/girly-man-handsafter-being-gone-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-106062458992351999</id><published>2003-08-11T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-11T10:57:55.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Seven Months in the Desert and not an Ounce of Color to Show For It!  Yep, I am finally home!  After spending seven months in the wonderful sandy country of Bahrain, I am finally home...yet I am still as pasty white as the day I left...hmmmmmm.  As much as I complain(ed) and joke about it, I did have a good time while I was there, even though I missed my little fam back home terribly, I had a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/106062458992351999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=106062458992351999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/106062458992351999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/106062458992351999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2003/08/seven-months-in-desert-and-not-ounce.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-91116253</id><published>2003-03-21T02:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-21T02:35:46.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whats Going On?!!!I know most of you have been watching the news and wondering what is happening over here.  All I can say is keep watching the news, (as they are doing a great job so far) and know that I am doing fine.  I have been very busy since everything started and I hope it will end quickly, but you never know for sure.  I have been in this type of situation before and it is really just a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/91116253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=91116253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/91116253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/91116253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2003/03/whats-going-oni-know-most-of-you-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-90566775</id><published>2003-03-11T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-12T20:52:56.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Look Out Hells Angels, Here Comes the Scooter Gang!For a little over a year and a half I have been contemplating buying a scooter.  About six months prior to leaving I narrowed the search down to one particular scooter that I really liked.  It has larger wheels, slightly larger body and frame, while still keeping the retro flavor intact.  I like the larger features on the scooter because:a. It </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/90566775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=90566775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/90566775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/90566775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2003/03/look-out-hells-angels-here-comes.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-90188151</id><published>2003-03-05T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-05T11:09:57.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SnapplefiedThere is a store on the base which would be equivalent to a small Navy commissary.  Recently, someone in the purchasing department goofed up an order of canned Snapple and ordered something like feefty beeleeon times as much as they actually needed.  So what happens when supply is more than demand?  The savings is passed on to the customer...me! God bless the rules of economics.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/90188151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=90188151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/90188151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/90188151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2003/03/snapplefiedthere-is-store-on-base.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-89930496</id><published>2003-02-28T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-12T02:45:36.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm Going To Be The Guy With The Angry Eyebrows!!!You know the older gent who does the info-mercials about his juicer.  I believe he refers to himself as the Juiceman...Well, move over old timer, there's a new Juiceman in town and that guy just so happens to be me!Quick pause for a game of catch up...1.  I am in Bahrain2.  I have my own flat (the penthouse - no really, it's the penthouse) - </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/89930496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=89930496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/89930496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/89930496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2003/02/im-going-to-be-guy-with-angry.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-88068242</id><published>2003-01-26T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-26T16:26:15.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Holy Crap....Look Who's Back!Yep, I am back, and ready to begin chronicling my adventures as I go to Bahrain.  I can sum up the past two weeks in three words  WASTE OF TIME.  (I will get into that at a later time.)  Now I am at the military airport in Norfolk, VA preparing to make the 24 hour flight to Bahrain.  I am a little anxious and nervous to get over there.  I am anxious to begin work, see</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/88068242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=88068242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/88068242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/88068242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2003/01/holy-crap.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-79025637</id><published>2002-07-16T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-16T10:20:37.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Finally...It Is Coming To An End!My poison ivy is finally almost all cleared up.  Many thanks to Dr Evans for the steroid cream.  The muscles in my fingers are huge.  No longer do I have to use a can opener...nope I just tear cans open with my ripped fingers!   Ok, so it didn't quite have that effect on my fingies but it did clear up the poison ivy.  I am no longer grotesque blistery finger guy, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/79025637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=79025637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/79025637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/79025637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2002/07/finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-78821583</id><published>2002-07-11T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-11T08:31:33.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Good Lord, When Will It End..!!!As mentioned in Jenny's blog I now have a nice case of poison ivy or poison oak all over my hands...wait not all over my hands just all over the insides of my freakin' fingers!  Guuuhhh, it is driving me crazy.   I haven't itched it though, so hopefully that will shorten the duration.  It looks horrible to.  I would get Jenny to take and post some pics of my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/78821583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=78821583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/78821583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/78821583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2002/07/good-lord-when-will-it-end.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-78423891</id><published>2002-07-01T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-01T10:05:18.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Own Little Pot O' Gold!As I was driving into campus this morning I saw a sign for free firewood.  I drove past and then immediately thought, "dear Lord what am I doing?!!!"  I quickly turned my Jeep around and went back to check it out. The place that had the sign was actually an auto repair shop, but when I talked to the gent inside he explained that a couple of trees fell and so they cut </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/78423891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=78423891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/78423891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/78423891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2002/07/my-own-little-pot-o-gold-as-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-76922663</id><published>2002-05-24T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-24T06:39:30.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aaron is on quarter break and is working on my house. I will publish this for him so the "page not found" goes away. What would he do without me? (He really needs to update more often... note to self... have little talk with Aaron) - Jenny</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/76922663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=76922663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/76922663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/76922663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2002/05/aaron-is-on-quarter-break-and-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-75285305</id><published>2002-04-11T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-01T09:56:21.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Odd OccurrenceWhen I was visiting my parents around Easter, something odd happened, well for anyone other than me.  First, let me give you a little back-story on in case you didn't know.  My parents live in PA and so do Jenny's (about ten minutes from mine), therefore we travel together for the holidays, and I will usually go over to her parents house to watch a movie or something during the time</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/75285305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=75285305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/75285305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/75285305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2002/04/odd-occurrencewhen-i-was-visiting-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-10861918</id><published>2002-03-18T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-18T08:52:38.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm back...once againWell it is a new quarter here at RIT (started last week) and so far I have been pretty busy.  Right before the quarter started I was in RI for the Navy.  Then I have been helping Jenny with projects at her house, I had drill this weekend and now I am pooop-ped!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/10861918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=10861918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/10861918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/10861918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2002/03/im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-9728349</id><published>2002-02-14T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-14T11:44:05.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Valentines DayI would just like to take this opportunity to wish everyone a Happy V-Day!  This has been a great V-day for me so far, Jenny got me a toolbelt and filled all the pockets with goodies!  Then tonight we are going out to deener.  I still haven't told her where.  I wonder if she would think it was funny if we just went to Krispy Kreme for V-day deener.  Heh-heh.  I guess that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/9728349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=9728349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/9728349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/9728349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2002/02/happy-valentines-dayi-would-just-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-9615413</id><published>2002-02-11T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-11T11:38:23.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Busy Weekend With a Good Ending I had reserves this weekend and although I was pretty swamped with work the whole time I was there, it was a good time.  I was frocked to a first class (E-6) this weekend. The did a little ceremony schpeel and everything.   That was probably the highlight of my time at reserves this weekend.  Then yesterday after reserves I went over to Jenny's and she made a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/9615413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=9615413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/9615413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/9615413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2002/02/busy-weekend-with-good-ending-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-9369712</id><published>2002-02-04T11:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-04T11:08:06.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Shopping and funny eggsThis weekend I went with Jenny, Tina, and Chuck, to Ikea.  Wow, I didn't realize it at the time but we spent six hours in there.  I was wondering why my legs were starting to get tired towards the end. :)  We stumbled on a really tasty drink while eating in the cafeteria.  It is called Ligonberry and it is almost similar in taste to cranberry, but a bit sweeter.  It was so</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/9369712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=9369712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/9369712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/9369712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2002/02/shopping-and-funny-eggs-this-weekend-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-8934886</id><published>2002-01-22T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-31T07:29:16.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I need a tool belt!This weekend Jenny and I worked on cosmetic improvements to her new home.  We pulled up the carpet and underneath of it we found a great looking hardwood floor.  We have painted two rooms so far (odd little room, and dining room) and tonight we plan on painting the living room.  I was so excited to get started before and now that it is actually hers I am a little overwhelmed at</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/8934886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=8934886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/8934886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/8934886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2002/01/i-need-tool-beltthis-weekend-jenny-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-8826698</id><published>2002-01-18T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-18T14:24:55.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We've hit the jackpot!I went with Jenny to her final walk through of her house yesterday.  I expected that there might be some items left behind by the previous owner, (i.e. boxes, scrap wood, etc..) but to my surprise they left many goodies for me..I mean Jenny to enjoy.  The list of items includes, a rake, hose reel, old snow shovel, mulch, top soil, fertilizer/seed spreader, bow saw, hooks for</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/8826698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=8826698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/8826698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/8826698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2002/01/weve-hit-jackpoti-went-with-jenny-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-8334238</id><published>2002-01-01T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-01T20:26:47.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Happy New Years!!I hope everyone ate plenty of pork and sauerkraut!  I know I  did and I I hope Jenny can stand the ride home with me tomorrow. (me) *toot*  (Jenny)"Phew, what is that smell...*thud*?"  (That was the sound of her passing out.)  I know that is gross but it is a fact of life, and besides I don't think that you can expect good smells after eating something called sauerkraut.  : ) ( </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/8334238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=8334238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/8334238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/8334238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2002/01/happy-new-yearsi-hope-everyone-ate.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-8017578</id><published>2001-12-18T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-18T07:07:16.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Battered and BruisedYes, I may look like I just got away from an octopus that had its tentacles around my neck and now I am left with odd sucker shaped bruises on my neck, but I passed my test last night and that's all that matters.  I can take all the jeering and whispering behind my back.  Why?  Because I am now a Kung Fu MASTER!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/8017578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=8017578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/8017578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/8017578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2001/12/battered-and-bruisedyes-i-may-look.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-7992987</id><published>2001-12-17T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-17T11:21:32.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Testing, testing...Tonight I have my first Kung Fu test. I am really excited about it.  I have a good idea of what to expect but I am not sure what kind of format Mark (my instructor) is going to use to administor the test.  I was talking to my parents on the phone last night and they were thinking that I would be attacked and have to defend myself using specific moves.  As much as I would love </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/7992987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=7992987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/7992987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/7992987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2001/12/testing-testing.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-7835396</id><published>2001-12-11T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-11T07:11:39.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tupperware Man Calling...Thats what you may here from me in the near future...I am thinking about trying the whole selling schpeel out.  We'll see how that goes.  I asked Jenny to get me an application and she did.  Tonight the local Tupperware lady is supposed to call me and I guess do a telephone interview.  I am mainly just interested in the free stuff but the whole selling thing will look </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/7835396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=7835396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/7835396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/7835396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2001/12/tupperware-man-calling.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-7811136</id><published>2001-12-10T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-10T11:59:43.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Long meetingFor those who don't know, I have been in the Navy Reserve for a year now and prior to that I served for five years in active duty.  Anyway, this past weekend was my reserve weekend, and I used to dread it because I would just sit around and do nothing.  Since joining I have tried to take on more collateral duties so that I could keep myself busy.  One of those duties is training of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/7811136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=7811136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/7811136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/7811136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2001/12/long-meetingfor-those-who-dont-know-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-7118441</id><published>2001-11-14T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-14T10:09:29.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Smooth CriminalSome people might have read in Jenny's blog that I am a fan of Michael Jackson...well, she's right.  I think that he is a great performer, I love his music, but there is no getting around that he is a freaky bugger.  I don't deny that.  What I don't like is that most people are afraid to say that they like him because he is a little freaky...ok really freaky, but come on, a high </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/7118441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=7118441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/7118441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/7118441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2001/11/smooth-criminalsome-people-might-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-7058823</id><published>2001-11-12T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-12T06:39:59.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Daaa DeerseLately the deer population has increased in the local area.  I suppose it is because there aren't as many hunters out there anymore, PETA, etc.  At any rate the deer population grows larger everyday.  There seems to be a direct relationship between this population growth and the number of deer hit by cars.  Has anyone else noticed how many there are just along the highway?  Well I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/7058823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=7058823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/7058823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/7058823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2001/11/daaa-deerselately-deer-population-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-6816056</id><published>2001-11-02T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-02T10:20:55.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WARNING!The Following May Make You SickI have been taking a woodworking course this quarter merely as a way to do something I love to do, but am unable to because of the logistics of it.  Anyway, I am making a table, and for the last 4 weeks I have been faithfully working on the lathe, making the legs and feet for my table.  For those that don't know, when you are using a lathe woodshavings are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/6816056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=6816056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/6816056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/6816056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2001/11/warningthe-following-may-make-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-6815702</id><published>2001-11-02T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-02T10:02:54.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Comments Are Welcome  Well, at least they are now.  Thanks to Jenny, I now have the ability to get comments on my blog.  So if you have something to say, be it a comment of encouragement or just to bust my chops, by all means comment away!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/6815702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=6815702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/6815702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/6815702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2001/11/comments-are-welcome-well-at-least.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-6763078</id><published>2001-10-31T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-10-31T10:34:13.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!  Tonight Jenny and I are going over to Chuck and Tina's to help pass out candy to all the little neighborhood kiddies.  I think one of the most memorable times I had trick or treating was when I was about five and I went up to the house, all by myself (after much coaxing from my mom), and some jerk in a ape costume jumped out of the bushes and scared the poo out of me.  No, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/6763078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=6763078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/6763078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/6763078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2001/10/happy-halloween-tonight-jenny-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-6762904</id><published>2001-10-31T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-10-31T10:28:43.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yahoo!  I am not a squeaka!! For the past few weeks I have been contemplating calling the Tall Club of Rochester and seeing what the height requirements were to join.  Well on Monday I looked them up in the phonebook and left a message saying that I would like to receive more info on the club.  A few hours later someone from the club called me and told me all about it!  The lady I spoke to asked </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/6762904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=6762904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/6762904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/6762904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2001/10/yahoo-i-am-not-squeaka-for-past-few.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-6524589</id><published>2001-10-22T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-10-25T13:23:43.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Pumpkin Party was phenomenal, but Phantasm SUCKS!  After Jenny's party last night we watched Phantasm.  This could possibly be one of the worst"horror" movies I have ever seen.  I can't believe I wasted two hours of my life on such a horrible flick!  It wasn't even scary!  Anyway, yesterday Jenny had her third annual pumpkin carving party last night and it was fantastic!  Great food, friends,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/6524589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=6524589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/6524589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/6524589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2001/10/pumpkin-party-was-phenomenal-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-6408537</id><published>2001-10-17T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-10-17T09:38:06.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why did I have to turn out to be the annoying-know it all robot?  I took the robot test (there is a link on Jenny's blog) to see which robot personality I had.  I was hoping for something cool like the Terminator or Robocop but instead I turned out to be C3PO!!!  I can't stand him.  Jenny had written on her blog that she thought she would end up being R2D2, because she is small, cute and her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/6408537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=6408537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/6408537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/6408537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2001/10/why-did-i-have-to-turn-out-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-6190888</id><published>2001-10-08T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-10-08T06:51:27.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Apples + Zoolander + Cookies  = Great WeekendSaturday Jenny and I headed out for some shopping about mid afternoon.  We had just left Lowes (my personal heaven) and then Jenny received a call from Joel that he and the fam were going apple picking and wondered if we would like to join them (Of course we said yes!).  Ok you might be wondering why I love going to the apple orchard so much.  To fully</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/6190888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=6190888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/6190888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/6190888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2001/10/apples-zoolander-cookies-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-6107314</id><published>2001-10-04T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-10-04T08:52:58.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Congratulations You Just Won a Convertible!  Yesterday, as I was driving home on the highway, traffic came to an abrupt crawl.  Granted there is construction going on in the area, but most people poo-poo the 45 mph signs and leave their cruise control at 65.  So, when I saw the traffic jam I thought "Good Lord, why would they tear up the road at this time of day?! (beginning of rush hour)   Soon </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/6107314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=6107314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/6107314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/6107314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2001/10/congratulations-you-just-won.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-6031661</id><published>2001-10-01T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-10-01T06:40:01.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Birthday to MEEEEEEEEEE!!!Yesterday was my 25th birthday.  Yep, the big two five.  At what point do you say "Ok, this getting older thing is really starting to suck!"?  Is it after 30? 40?  I can't figure it out.  So far I am not at that point, and I am not looking forward to hitting it.  I don't know that I ever will though.  I think at say 40, I will still love playing with Legos, have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/6031661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=6031661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/6031661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/6031661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2001/10/happy-birthday-to-meeeeeeeeeeyesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-5973139</id><published>2001-09-28T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-09-28T05:53:48.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Birthday WeekThis week has been birthday week for me (as my b-day is Sept. 30th) .  For those not familiar with birthday week, it is when a significant other (in my case) or friend gives you a little present everyday for a week before your birthday, and then on the actual b-day you they give you the big present, or "main" present if you will.  Jenny and I have been doing b-day week for about two </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/5973139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=5973139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/5973139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/5973139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2001/09/birthday-weekthis-week-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-5661712</id><published>2001-09-13T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-09-13T06:46:22.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why Us?  Why did it have to happen this way?  Why, why, why.....? I don't mean to disrespect anyone that perished in the recent attack or their loved ones who survived, but I don't think that I want to focus on that here.  I already know that it is horrible how awful it makes everyone feel inside to hear all the horror stories and see all the footage 24-7 on the news.  What I want to talk about </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/5661712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=5661712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/5661712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/5661712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2001/09/why-us-why-did-it-have-to-happen-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-5611454</id><published>2001-09-11T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-09-11T06:49:39.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Maybe this time  I think I am actually going to start blogging again...more than once a week!  Since my last post I have started school and  I went to the Toronto International Film Festival. ( I will provide more info on both in a little bit, but right now I am pressed for time.)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/5611454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=5611454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/5611454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/5611454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2001/09/maybe-this-time-i-think-i-am-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-5342258</id><published>2001-08-28T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-08-28T08:21:20.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm Back  I haven't blogged for about a week now.  Basically, because I have been off until fall quarter starts and I have been a lazy slug!  The past week has been pretty busy,but fun.  I have seen few movies since my last post, these include Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back and American Pie 2.  Both of them are great flicks and I would recommend them to anyone who isn't offended by fart jokes. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/5342258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=5342258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/5342258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/5342258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2001/08/im-back-i-havent-blogged-for-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-5197053</id><published>2001-08-20T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-08-20T12:54:21.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Who Are These People?I just looked at my tracker for this site and noticed that I received three new hits all due to people doing searches for Martha Stewart Nude!  Is there some club or something out there that is obsessed with seeing Martha naked?  Guhhh!  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/5197053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=5197053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/5197053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/5197053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2001/08/who-are-these-peoplei-just-looked-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-5105413</id><published>2001-08-15T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-08-15T08:40:28.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A TruceWorld War I: 1 year, 7 monthsWorld War II: 3 years, 8 months Korean War: 3 years, 1 monthVietnam War: 12 years.Blog War: 1 day,  16 hours.Yes a truce has been called and the blog war is now over.  Luckily, there weren't too many casualties in this war.  The remodeled name of my blog will remain for a few days to remind everyone of the casualties and horrors of war. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/5105413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=5105413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/5105413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/5105413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2001/08/truceworld-war-i-1-year-7-monthsworld.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-5104344</id><published>2001-08-15T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-08-15T07:37:38.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Someone Wants A War!It appears that someone has declared an all out blog war.  Unfortunately, I think the cards are stacked against me, seeing that she is a web designer and can do things to my blog I couldn't even dream of.  Does this mean I will give up the fight? Never!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/5104344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=5104344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/5104344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/5104344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2001/08/someone-wants-warit-appears-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-5089742</id><published>2001-08-14T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-08-14T13:21:49.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ah-hah!I will not condone these acts of violence. Funny Guy has messed with my blog for the last time. Check out your new banner NOT SO Funny Guy! Hah-hahhhh!Now it is time for me to make my demands. 1. A head tingler2. A pink mixer (more on this on my blog tomorrow)3. The complete set of Martha Stewart Good Thing books4. All my dead plants back (yeah that's right, someone didn't water them</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/5089742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=5089742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/5089742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/5089742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2001/08/ah-hah-i-will-not-condone-these-acts.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-5086772</id><published>2001-08-14T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-08-14T10:40:28.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Five Scoops of Mushy, Melting, BlissI don't know how I forgot to mention that while traveling home from PA, this past weekend,  Jenny and I made our usual stop for ice cream at "The Big Scoop".  Since the first time we went there and I saw that they had a five scoop ice cream cone for $2.50, I knew that I wouldn't be satisfied until I had one.  Well, this trip was a dream come true!  I got the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/5086772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=5086772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/5086772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/5086772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2001/08/five-scoops-of-mushy-melting-blissi.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-5063705</id><published>2001-08-13T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-08-13T08:12:46.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why God?  Why Can't I Lose My Pastiness?!Jenny returned from the beach this weekend and looks like a cocoa bean.  Nice and dark tan.   Granted, she was at the nice and sunny beach for a week, but she used sun block that was like SPF 40!  I couldn't believe it!  Here I had been swimming after classes and even lying out in the sun with only some "tanning oil" on.  That stuff only has SPF 4 so I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/5063705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=5063705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/5063705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/5063705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2001/08/why-god-why-cant-i-lose-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-5042666</id><published>2001-08-11T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-08-11T23:03:44.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LJC Is Back In Town  Yep, Jenny is back from vacation.  I don't think she realizes how much has happened since she left.  Her blog was taken hostage by...me, there is a ransom deadline set, and I still control her blog (well I could if I wanted to at least).  Will it ever stop?  As long as the bike and Krispy Kremes are there by Tuesday, everyone will go home happy. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/5042666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=5042666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/5042666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/5042666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2001/08/ljc-is-back-in-town-yep-jenny-is-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-5040443</id><published>2001-08-11T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-08-11T19:24:31.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Someone allowed me to shoot a gun!My grandfather is a legendary skeet and trap shooter.  For those who don't know, shooting skeet and trap is a "sport" (I think hobby would be a better description) in which a person uses a shotgun to shoot clay pigeons that are hurled through the air at various speeds and angles.  Nope, the clay pigeons look nothing like an actual pigeon.  They are an 7" or 8" </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/5040443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=5040443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/5040443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/5040443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2001/08/someone-allowed-me-to-shoot-gunmy.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-4994946</id><published>2001-08-09T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-08-09T05:41:30.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Update On The ScooterI called the local distributor just to ask a few questions.  I found out that scooter salesmen must go the same training as car salesmen.  The first thing he said was, "We only have three left, and after that there aren't going to be any more ordered, ever!".  Whoa, whoa, whoa!  Like I am going to say, "Ok, well hold on to one until I get down there!  I'll be there in less </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/4994946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=4994946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/4994946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/4994946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2001/08/update-on-scooteri-called-local.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-4978038</id><published>2001-08-08T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-08-08T09:22:01.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Scooter DilemmaLast Friday Tina, Chuck, Abbey, Jenny, and I were walking around the Park avenue festival and we were approached by a young girl who was apparently working for a new scooter shop that is opening here in Rochester.   They had a display set up with four or five of the scooter models that they will be offering.  Since my first trip to Europe I have always had a thing for Vespa </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/4978038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=4978038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/4978038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/4978038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2001/08/scooter-dilemma-last-friday-tina-chuck.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-4960454</id><published>2001-08-07T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-08-07T11:25:22.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My plan is working!My plan, to get more hits on my site by putting key words (porn, nude) that are known to be the most saught after by those using search engines, is working!!  I was looking at my counter and someone did a search for (ready for this) "Martha Stewart Porn Nude"!  Who would want to see Martha NAKED?!  Uhgghh!  Maybe, Martha has a dark and secret past that she doesn't want anyone </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/4960454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=4960454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/4960454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/4960454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2001/08/my-plan-is-working-my-plan-to-get-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-4960021</id><published>2001-08-07T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-08-07T10:59:13.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Warning:To anyone who is thinking of buying Paul Mitchell's Tea Tree Oil Hair Wax, think again.  I received some as a gift from someone who is a salesperson for 'ol Paul and it looked and smelled like it would work out all right.  What I didn't expect is that it would attract bugs (especially bees)!  They have been dive-bombing my head whenever I go outside.  I can't wait to get home and wash </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/4960021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=4960021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/4960021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/4960021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2001/08/warning-to-anyone-who-is-thinking-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-4888560</id><published>2001-08-03T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-08-03T07:45:51.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PORN!  PORN!  PORN!  NUDE!  NUDE!  NUDE!  PORN!  PORN!  PORN!  NUDE!  NUDE!  NUDE!  PORN!  PORN!  PORN!  NUDE!  NUDE!  NUDE!  PORN!  PORN!  PORN!  NUDE!  NUDE!  NUDE!  PORN!  PORN!  PORN!  NUDE!  NUDE!  NUDE!  PORN!  PORN!  PORN!  NUDE!  NUDE!  NUDE!  PORN!  PORN!  PORN!  NUDE!  NUDE!  NUDE!  PORN!  PORN!  PORN!  NUDE!  NUDE!  NUDE!  PORN!  PORN!  PORN!  NUDE!  NUDE!  NUDE!  PORN!  PORN!  PORN!  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/4888560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=4888560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/4888560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/4888560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2001/08/porn-porn-porn-nude-nude-nude-porn.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-4888489</id><published>2001-08-03T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-08-03T07:40:19.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh yeah, I forgot to blog about my new tracker that Jenny put on my blog for me.  I found out that "how to twirl a stick" and "how to become funny" are the only two searches that have led people to my site.  Odd, but true.  Therefore, my next entry should get the numbers a little higher on my tracker.  Check back in like fifteen minutes and you'll see what my plan is to get more people here!  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/4888489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=4888489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/4888489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/4888489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2001/08/oh-yeah-i-forgot-to-blog-about-my-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-4888364</id><published>2001-08-03T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-08-03T07:30:27.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oooo...I wasn't able to watch Family Guy on Wed. because of Kung Fu lessons.  So I watched it last night.  I think one of the funniest things was when Stewie looks at Brian and says, "Oh, you've got such sensitive hearing maybe you can hear this!  (Mouths the words F*** you)  Brian: "I'm telling", Stewie:  "No, no, no, I said VACCUUM!".  Comedic genius!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/4888364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=4888364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/4888364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/4888364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2001/08/oooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-4888299</id><published>2001-08-03T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-08-03T07:25:05.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Went to see Planet of the Apes last night.  Pretty good flick but the ending was really messed up.  He goes forward in time, he goes back in time, what was in the future is now the history of the world he travels back in time to.  Yeah, very confusing ending.  The costumes were great, it actually looked like apes this time and not just people in masks that they bought at the mall.  I have never </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/4888299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=4888299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/4888299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/4888299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2001/08/went-to-see-planet-of-apes-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-4853614</id><published>2001-08-01T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-08-01T09:24:30.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I have just recuperated from a cold that I caught while I was visiting my family in PA.  Yeah, that's going to make me want to come back, "Come back soon so we can give you something else to make you feel like crap for a couple days!"  At least that is over with.  I hate being sick.  Granted, I got a TON of sleep over the last couple days, I didn't really get to enjoy any of it.  It was all</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/4853614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=4853614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/4853614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/4853614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2001/08/well-i-have-just-recuperated-from-cold.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-4746130</id><published>2001-07-26T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-07-26T11:30:05.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One of the funniest shows on the air, Family guy, was on again last night.  It was a great episode with guest appearances by Martha Stewart, the Bill from School House Rock fame, and Alyssa Milano.  I think my favorites scenes were Martha Stewart tooting, the Bill getting stabbed, and Stewie performing "Nudes on Ice".  I can't wait until next week.  God bless Fox for bringing back this fine piece</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/4746130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=4746130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/4746130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/4746130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2001/07/one-of-funniest-shows-on-air-family.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-4745992</id><published>2001-07-26T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-07-26T11:21:49.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Finally, the caterpillars, which I ordered in May for Jenny's Uncle Milton Butterfly Rainforest, came in yesterday.  I was afraid that maybe the company was fresh out of caterpillars or they took the money and ran.  In either case, I was not happy with Uncle Milton and I was prepared to kick some pruney butt.  Then the caterpillars came and everything is all right.  (Count your blessings Uncle </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/4745992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=4745992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/4745992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/4745992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2001/07/finally-caterpillars-which-i-ordered.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-4724169</id><published>2001-07-25T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-07-25T09:31:14.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night I went over and helped Joel move some furniture and make a minor repair to a cabinet.  No, I didn't break it!  It was like that when I got there.  I swear it was!  Anyway, I think some people don't believe me, and may even find me a bit nutty, when I say that I enjoy doing stuff like that.  I don't know what it is, but I enjoy physical labor.  This was not always the case.  For example</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/4724169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=4724169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/4724169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/4724169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2001/07/last-night-i-went-over-and-helped-joel.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-4702405</id><published>2001-07-24T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-07-24T06:20:40.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>First I just want to amend my last entry.  What I was trying to say in the last sentence was that I thought that the occurrence of all the messages were "odd" (funny odd, not freakish odd). I was not saying that Jenny was "odd".  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/4702405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=4702405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/4702405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/4702405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2001/07/first-i-just-want-to-amend-my-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-4637762</id><published>2001-07-20T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-07-20T06:45:20.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday as I was leaving the gym I noticed that my phone's message light was blinking.  So I checked and DEAR LORD…there were 9, NINE messages on my phone.   All of them had been left in the two-hour period I was in the gym.  I guess some people wouldn't be as shocked, but I can go a few days without getting a single message.  So, when I saw 9 messages, I almost pooed my pants.  Here I was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/4637762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=4637762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/4637762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/4637762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2001/07/yesterday-as-i-was-leaving-gym-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-4619819</id><published>2001-07-19T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-07-19T07:55:49.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh yeah, we did find two goldfish and their names are Fish and Chips.  Heh-heh-heh!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/4619819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=4619819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/4619819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/4619819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2001/07/oh-yeah-we-did-find-two-goldfish-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-4619802</id><published>2001-07-19T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-07-19T07:54:28.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On Tuesday Jenny and I went out to buy some goldfish.  While we were driving The Rype Band CD was playing on the stereo.  When we pulled into the parking lot Jenny swore she saw a sign for Dunkin' Donuts.  The weird thing was, there wasn't a Dunkin Donuts anywhere in sight.  This proves my theory that there is subliminal messaging on The Rype Band's CD which makes listeners crave doughnuts.   I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/4619802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=4619802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/4619802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/4619802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2001/07/on-tuesday-jenny-and-i-went-out-to-buy.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-4580935</id><published>2001-07-17T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-07-17T08:14:43.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This past weekend I bought two new CD's, Gorrilaz and The Rype band.  I am really pleased with both of my purchases.  I bought the Gorillaz CD because of their excellent video and I like the way they mix up the alternative and rap styles.  The Rype band is a local band from right here in Roch-cha-cha.  I have seen them twice now and even though they played the SAME set both times, I really enjoy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/4580935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=4580935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/4580935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/4580935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2001/07/this-past-weekend-i-bought-two-new-cds.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-4501285</id><published>2001-07-12T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-07-12T06:20:37.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jenny called me last night and gave me some of the best news I've heard in a long time.  It turns out that Fox is going to run the TV show "Family Guy" again!  That's right, Wednesdays at 9:30pm.  I am a huge fan of this show and it has been off the air for awhile.  For some reason Fox thought that they should take it off the air so they could give us great shows like "Temptation Island"and other</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/4501285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=4501285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/4501285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/4501285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2001/07/jenny-called-me-last-night-and-gave-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-4470565</id><published>2001-07-10T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-07-10T10:31:57.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On the way to school today I noticed how dramatic I get while singing in the car.  Does anyone else do this?  I don't think I am going to stop though.  I know that when people see me they think "Wow" chuckle a bit, and they're day has had a bit of laughter in it because of my singing.  Ok, that is the ideal situation.  I am sure what actually happens is they drive up beside me, see me singing, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/4470565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=4470565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/4470565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/4470565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2001/07/on-way-to-school-today-i-noticed-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-4451985</id><published>2001-07-09T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-07-09T09:38:33.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, I got behind on my blogging and now I have a ton of stuff to catch up on. Wednesday:Well the 4th of July party was a hit!  We had a great time and even though there was a slight sprinkling of rain, we managed to stuff our cake holes and play all sorts of games.  In a way I enjoyed having the 4th of July in the middle of the week, because it broke up the monotony.  On the other hand I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/4451985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=4451985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/4451985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/4451985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2001/07/ok-i-got-behind-on-my-blogging-and-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-4360866</id><published>2001-07-03T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-07-03T10:07:04.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just took an exam and now I am going home.  I don't have classes tomorrow, but as it turns out I do have an assignment for the 4th of July.  As it turns out, I have been assigned to go and set up camp at a picnic area in the park early Wednesday morning, so that we can have a spotty spot for the food, fun, and fellowship, that is to take place later on that day.  "Was this assignment given out </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/4360866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=4360866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/4360866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/4360866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2001/07/i-just-took-exam-and-now-i-am-going.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-4360747</id><published>2001-07-03T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-07-03T09:58:56.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TOE UPDATE:For those of you who are losing countless hours of sleep over the thought of me being in pain, well, you can now get some rest as my toe is healing nicely and is no longer too much of a problem.  I apologize for any worry, weeping, nightmares, violent fits of rage, screaming of obscenities, car accidents, mental breakdowns, or need for therapy that I may have caused, due to reading (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/4360747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=4360747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/4360747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/4360747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2001/07/toe-update-for-those-of-you-who-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-4267620</id><published>2001-06-27T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-06-27T08:54:55.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>                                                            WARNING!         IF YOU HAVE A WEAK STOMACH, I RECOMMEND NOT READING ANY FURTHER!(Ok, you have been warned.  Whatever reactions that occur from reading this are not my responsibility)Something very unusual happened to me this morning as I was heading out the door to go to school.  What happened was I was closing the door and holding</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/4267620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=4267620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/4267620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/4267620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2001/06/warning-if-you-have-weak-stomach-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-4249413</id><published>2001-06-26T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-06-26T07:42:05.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am wearing my "Mystery Bunny Poster" t-shirt today.  I bought it from Jenny's blog (jenny.blogspot.com) in her new online store.  I also bought a "Mystery Bunny Poster" mug, but I haven't used that yet.  I am just waiting for someone to be walking by me and say that the bunny drawing is a symbol used by an underground group of activists or something.  Maybe, they have that as their symbol and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/4249413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=4249413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/4249413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/4249413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2001/06/i-am-wearing-my-mystery-bunny-poster-t.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-4231062</id><published>2001-06-25T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-06-25T06:35:39.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow! Did this weekend ever fly by!  Geez, I wish there was some way to slow down time from Friday until Monday morning.  (I say Mon. morning because it always seems like the alarm clock rings earlier on a Monday.)  Anyway, Saturday Tina, Chuck, Abby, Jenny, and I all went to Bahama Breeze and then to the movies to see Evolution.  It was Jenny and I that were tasked with getting there a little </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/4231062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=4231062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/4231062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/4231062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2001/06/wow-did-this-weekend-ever-fly-by-geez.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-4139618</id><published>2001-06-19T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-06-19T07:09:04.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got a Handspring, from Louie (parakeet), Petunia (hamster), and Torty (tortoise), as a father's day gift.  I think that they must have had a little help as their allowances aren't that large right now.  I had held off on getting one because I didn't know if I would use it that much if I didn't have a PC to download onto.  As it turns out I have been using it everyday and now I don't know how I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/4139618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=4139618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/4139618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/4139618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2001/06/i-got-handspring-from-louie-parakeet.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-4034366</id><published>2001-06-12T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-06-12T08:34:44.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's really weird going to school during the summer quarter.  The entire campus is a ghost-town.  I am in a computer lab that, any other time of the year, there wouldn't be a vacant seat for miles.  Now I am the only one in here.  Its kind of nice though... I get to pick any one I want!  Yippee.  (Its the small things in life that are important to get excited about.)  I am pretty sleepy now and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/4034366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=4034366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/4034366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/4034366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2001/06/its-really-weird-going-to-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-3964444</id><published>2001-06-07T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-06-07T06:58:00.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I bought a new pair of sneaks the other day and I am now wearing them.  I am finding it hard to stop staring at them though.  I think it is the whole newness factor.  I haven't gotten used to looking down and seeing them yet, so when they do catch my eye, I can't look away. They make my feet look really small.  I wonder if it looks that way to other people.  I worry about this simply because I am</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/3964444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=3964444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/3964444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/3964444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2001/06/i-bought-new-pair-of-sneaks-other-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-3934175</id><published>2001-06-05T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-06-05T07:27:17.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday during Kung Fu/ Shootfighting lessons, we started to learn stick fighting.  Matt is actually the instructor for it and so far it is really interesting.  For some reason I keep thinking about the cartoon with Porky Pig and Daffy Duck, where Daffy is supposed to be Robin Hood and has alot of problems whenever he tries to twirl his stick.  "Ha-ho-ho-twist-ha-ha-spin-jab-thrust-spin....*</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/3934175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=3934175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/3934175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/3934175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2001/06/yesterday-during-kung-fu-shootfighting.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-3919324</id><published>2001-06-04T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-06-04T06:25:21.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today is the first day of summer quarter and I now have to get up in the mornings again!  I was really getting used to sleeping in during the two week break I had.  Hopefully after I eat something I will feel a little bit more awake.  Right now I am in a zombie like state and I am finding it hard to keep my eyes open.  When did my eyelids get so darn heavy?!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/3919324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=3919324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/3919324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/3919324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2001/06/today-is-first-day-of-summer-quarter.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-3875172</id><published>2001-05-31T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-05-31T12:24:18.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On Tuesday I got my hair dyed BLUE!  I love it.  It isn't exactly all blue but instead it is just blue "highlights".  I think the best way to describe my hair is that it looks like Superman's hair as it is drawn in the comics.  I have wanted to dye it for a long time but I couldn't while I was in the military or after I graduate and start working,so I thought that now would be a perfect time to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/3875172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=3875172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/3875172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/3875172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2001/05/on-tuesday-i-got-my-hair-dyed-blue-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-3578295</id><published>2001-05-10T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-05-10T06:35:38.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night was my second Kung Fu/ Shootfighting lesson.  I think that I am going to try and get my grubby little paws on one of the Cobra Kan uniforms from the Karate Kid movies and wear it to my next lesson.  I am sure that everyone will just think I am funny and not beat the living poo out of me.  : )</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/3578295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=3578295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/3578295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/3578295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2001/05/last-night-was-my-second-kung-fu.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-3481021</id><published>2001-05-03T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-05-03T09:38:45.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oooo-ooo, I almost forgot, this weekend Jenny and I planted a ton of flowers and we planted -"da-dada-da-da-da-dat--daaaaaa!"- STRAWBERRIES!  I am hoping that they will produce tons and tons of berries.  I want be able to have strawberries everyday of the week!  Mmmmm, stawberry shortcake, *uuunnngggglllllggchhh*.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/3481021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=3481021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/3481021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/3481021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2001/05/oooo-ooo-i-almost-forgot-this-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-3480959</id><published>2001-05-03T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-05-03T09:33:57.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I attended my first Shoot fighting/Kung Fu class last night.  I heard about it from Matt B. and so I decided to check it out.  It was excellent!  I think it's the whole testosterone thing.  Basically, it was just a bunch of guys getting together in a padded room and learning how to do maneuvers to turn the opponent into a pretzel.  What else could one ask for?  I am going to go back next week and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/3480959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=3480959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/3480959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/3480959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2001/05/i-attended-my-first-shoot-fightingkung.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-3451215</id><published>2001-05-01T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-05-01T11:36:28.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Who first decided to dip hot wings in blue cheese dressing?  I just went out for wings and even though they do taste good with it, I wonder who was the first one to say "Mmmm, yeah these are good wings..ummm, yeah, they could really use some salad dressing on them though.".  Honey, more BBQ sauce, that I could understand, those are things that naturally go with chicken.  I like being able to say </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/3451215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=3451215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/3451215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/3451215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2001/05/who-first-decided-to-dip-hot-wings-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-3431818</id><published>2001-04-30T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-04-30T06:56:03.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why do weekends have to end so quickly?  This weekend seemed to go by sooo fast.  On Saturday Jenny and I went to Albany for my navy buddy's wedding.  Everything went really smooth but I felt out of place as there were only a few people in the room that I knew.  I was glad Jenny was there with me.  Some of the things I will remember most from that wedding are the "Troy mofia", Ma Brown "they need</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/3431818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=3431818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/3431818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/3431818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2001/04/why-do-weekends-have-to-end-so-quickly.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-3143119</id><published>2001-04-10T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-04-10T09:47:12.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I finally got to ride my new bike this weekend!!!   Sunday afternoon was really a beautiful day so Jenny and I went out for a bike ride.  I think if we hadn't gone then she might have killed me by now because I was constantly bugging her about wanting to go out and break in my new bike.  The bike trek went well, although it was a bit muddy in parts.  There is a great deal of satisfaction that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/3143119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=3143119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/3143119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/3143119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2001/04/i-finally-got-to-ride-my-new-bike-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-3048150</id><published>2001-04-03T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-04-10T09:46:12.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today I went out to my car and I heard a strange noise...strange..yet--familiar.  It was the birds singing!  I hadn't heard them for so long I almost forgot what they sounded like.  I am really excited about the warmer weather because I just got a new bike and I am itching to take it out on some of the trails around here!  I must admit the desire to ride my bike was so strong that I actually rode</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/3048150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=3048150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/3048150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/3048150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2001/04/today-i-went-out-to-my-car-and-i-heard.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-2984769</id><published>2001-03-29T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-03-29T06:32:26.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ooops!  I wrote that the hamster Jenny and I bought the other day was a European Black hamster.  Actually she is a Black Syrian hamster, sometimes nicknamed a European Black Bear.  I guess the pet store just decided to make up their own take on what she was and combined the two.  Petunia has begun to recognize that Jenny and I are friendly and also the ones who let her out of her cage to play.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/2984769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=2984769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/2984769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/2984769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2001/03/ooops-i-wrote-that-hamster-jenny-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-2954448</id><published>2001-03-27T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-03-27T06:58:50.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was pretty busy this weekend. Saturday I went out to eat at the sub nazi's with Jenny and my cousin Jeremy.  After eating Jenny and I went to the pet store and purchased a European Hamster.  She is basically just a chubby ball of fur with legs, but she is cute.   Jenny is keeping the hamster,Petunia, at her place but I have been awarded visitation rights so I can come over and see her whenever </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/2954448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=2954448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/2954448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/2954448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2001/03/i-was-pretty-busy-this-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-2873698</id><published>2001-03-21T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-03-21T09:35:37.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wish that dogs could have the ability to talk.  I know that they probably have some great stories and jokes to tell but we just can't understand them right now.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/2873698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=2873698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/2873698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/2873698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2001/03/i-wish-that-dogs-could-have-ability-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-2861465</id><published>2001-03-20T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-03-20T12:55:09.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Woo-hoo!  Today I get my Jeep back from the garage.  I had to take it in because I had a hole in my radiator.  How that happened I don't know.  The other day I smelled anti-freeze and when I got to my place I looked at the underside of my car and sure enough there it was spewing all over the place.  I don't know if this is true or not but they say that animals will drink anti-freeze if they are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/2861465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=2861465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/2861465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/2861465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2001/03/woo-hoo-today-i-get-my-jeep-back-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-2843361</id><published>2001-03-19T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-03-19T08:28:49.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I marched in the St Patrick's day parade on Saturday with my reserve unit.  I swore my feet were going to fall off from the cold while I was marching.  "Left-right-left-*plop-plop*".  How embarrising that would've been.  Luckily I made it home in one piece.  The temperature really wasn't that bad.  What made me miserable was the wet snow pelting me in the face, filling up my dixie-cup hat, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/2843361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=2843361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/2843361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/2843361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2001/03/i-marched-in-st-patricks-day-parade-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-2777172</id><published>2001-03-14T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-03-14T11:22:21.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night Jenny and I went to the Geva Theatre and watched "Two Gentlemen Of Verona".  The director put a current take on it and seemed to pull it off alright.  There was one part that I thought Jenny and I were going to pass out from laughter.  The one character begins to sing to Sylvia and before you know it he is backed up by a Nsync look-alike group.  I am not sure whether or not this was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/2777172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=2777172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/2777172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/2777172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2001/03/last-night-jenny-and-i-went-to-geva.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-2759784</id><published>2001-03-13T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-03-13T09:06:27.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't feel like myself today.  The sweater I am wearing was washed at my brothers house and it doesn't smell like "me".  Not that I normally don't wash my clothes and just go around "smelling like a man", but he used a different type of fabric softener or detergent than I do and it just isn't sitting well with me.  It is almost a sweet smell. Odd, I put on cologne this morning but this smell </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/2759784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=2759784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/2759784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/2759784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2001/03/i-dont-feel-like-myself-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179978.post-2742495</id><published>2001-03-12T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-03-12T06:45:52.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ahhhh.  Spring break is over, I am back from Kansas, and now its back to the 'ol grind.  I had my first class today at eight o'clock in the freakin' morning.  I think I will be kicking myself the begining of this week for scheduling so many morning classes.  But it will all pay off at the end of the week when I have a four and a half day weekend!!  Jenny and I have just had a movie weekend.  We </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/feeds/2742495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179978&amp;postID=2742495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/2742495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179978/posts/default/2742495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaront.blogspot.com/2001/03/ahhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
