<?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-15305476</id><updated>2011-08-10T08:28:31.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'>cobwebs</title><subtitle type='html'>please pardon my mess. i'm currently under construction.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>best</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455277628589855261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/1600/deerfoot3.0.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15305476.post-116763109782207331</id><published>2007-01-01T00:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T01:08:20.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>obligatory new year's post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;all is quiet on new year's day&lt;br /&gt;a world in white gets underway&lt;br /&gt;i want to be with you&lt;br /&gt;be with you night &amp; day&lt;br /&gt;nothing changes on new year's day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will be with you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;under a blood red sky&lt;br /&gt;a crowd has gathered in black &amp;amp; white&lt;br /&gt;arms entwined the chosen few&lt;br /&gt;the newspaper sais&lt;br /&gt;say it's true&lt;br /&gt;we can break through&lt;br /&gt;though torn in two&lt;br /&gt;we can be one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i... i will begin again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe the time is right&lt;br /&gt;maybe tonight&lt;br /&gt;i will be with you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we're told this is the golden age&lt;br /&gt;and gold is the reason for the wars we wage&lt;br /&gt;though i want to be with you&lt;br /&gt;be with you night &amp; day&lt;br /&gt;nothing changes on new year's day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;--U2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;it's been a long december, &amp;amp; there's reason to believe that maybe this year will be better than the last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a day to hope for a better world, a better life. a day of well-wishing, &amp; starting over.&lt;br /&gt;i hope i can make the world around me a little brighter. i pray i can lead a better life this year. i wish her all the blessings He has for her. i resolve to start over, in a world without the Love i so long for. GOD, keep me strong. keep me on-task. let me never forget the lessons of the past year.&lt;br /&gt;a happy new year to all, &amp;amp; may GOD bless your every endeavor. thank you all for reading. thank you for praying. thank you for being there when i needed you the most. you are all worth more than rubies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15305476-116763109782207331?l=crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/feeds/116763109782207331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15305476&amp;postID=116763109782207331&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/116763109782207331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/116763109782207331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/2007/01/obligatory-new-years-post.html' title='obligatory new year&apos;s post'/><author><name>best</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455277628589855261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/1600/deerfoot3.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15305476.post-116702000132079886</id><published>2006-12-24T22:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T01:07:29.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>obligatory Christmas post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;one of the advantages of having Christmas a few days earlier, is that you have the opportunity to get your photos out before anyone else has even taken any. so here's the big, tongue-wagging photo-post:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7501/1412/1600/605452/122306JDM02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7501/1412/320/451762/122306JDM02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;josh's scarf, made by auntie fro. complete with bunny-ears by scoupe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7501/1412/1600/693305/122306ASM02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7501/1412/320/426309/122306ASM02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;abbey's very fluffy scarf, also a frogurl original.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7501/1412/1600/758064/122306MEM01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7501/1412/320/634813/122306MEM01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mary got a hat. a hat every bit as cute as necessary, for such an adorable little girl. the sunglasses complete the ensemble, also from fro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7501/1412/1600/801663/122306ASM01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7501/1412/320/38823/122306ASM01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a timely gift from a thoughtful uncle scoupe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7501/1412/1600/911462/coolness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7501/1412/320/482743/coolness.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; are these guys cool, or what? Josh is a master of photojournalism at age 7. can't wait til he has his own camera (tomorrow).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a special thanks to scoupe, fro &amp; DEG, for covering every single thing on my wish-list for the kids. you guys saved Christmas. also to darren's anonymous mom, for helping with the bikes. they LOVED them! hard times show you how good your good friends are, &amp;amp; i'm glad to know every one of y'all. you've been a blessing in other ways than material, &amp;amp; i Love you all for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;merry Christmas!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15305476-116702000132079886?l=crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/feeds/116702000132079886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15305476&amp;postID=116702000132079886&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/116702000132079886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/116702000132079886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/2006/12/obligatory-christmas-post.html' title='obligatory Christmas post'/><author><name>best</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455277628589855261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/1600/deerfoot3.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15305476.post-116657859276434994</id><published>2006-12-19T20:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T20:36:32.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>shameless Christmas wish</title><content type='html'>"she's throwing it all away" -phil collins or genesis&lt;br /&gt;"cigarette lighter Love song" -butch walker or marvelous3&lt;br /&gt;"don't say goodbye" -3rd day&lt;br /&gt;"two sets of jones'" -big tent revival&lt;br /&gt;"the heart of the matter" don henley&lt;br /&gt;"send in the clowns" -frank sinatra&lt;br /&gt;"swallowed" -bush&lt;br /&gt;"why do i" -vince gill&lt;br /&gt;"the freshmen" -the verve pipe&lt;br /&gt;"gone" -montgomery gentry&lt;br /&gt;"a better man" -clint black&lt;br /&gt;"patience" -guns n' roses&lt;br /&gt;"good" -better than ezra&lt;br /&gt;"smoke in her hair" -daniel deerfoot (reprise by DEG)&lt;br /&gt;"your wildest dreams" -moody blues&lt;br /&gt;"shack's mom's song" -veggie tales (reprise by DEG)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is the sountrack to November, 2006&lt;br /&gt;if anyone has the time &amp;amp; know-how, i'd Love to get this in my stocking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15305476-116657859276434994?l=crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/feeds/116657859276434994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15305476&amp;postID=116657859276434994&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/116657859276434994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/116657859276434994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/2006/12/shameless-christmas-wish.html' title='shameless Christmas wish'/><author><name>best</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455277628589855261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/1600/deerfoot3.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15305476.post-116657724288310236</id><published>2006-12-19T19:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T21:34:04.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ECCESIASTES 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;think of me every day&lt;br /&gt;hold tight to what i say&lt;br /&gt;then i'll be near to you&lt;br /&gt;even from far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;know that wherever you are&lt;br /&gt;it is never too far&lt;br /&gt;if you think of me&lt;br /&gt;i'll be with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;--junior asparagus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;my marriage will soon be officially over. the real stink of it that i'm better off without her. seems strange to say, &amp; i guess it &lt;em&gt;is &lt;/em&gt;a strange thing. i concentrate better without her around. how sad for both of us. the fact is, she came between me &amp;amp; GOD. that's not her fault; i put her there. and if she'd never left me, i would probably have never removed her from that pedestal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;seaing the person i thought she was suddenly transform into who she currently is, is a sobering experience. Loving her is harder, now. wanting the best for her is hard, when i sea how much she's benefitting, materially, from leaving me. i don't say these things because i'm angry, though i am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;she needs healing. she will not open up to anyone. not me, ever; not anyone. she refuses to be vulnerable, &amp; misses the best life has to offer.&lt;br /&gt;she wants to limit me to seaing my children once a week. i will never agree to that. anything else, i can stomach. not that. they need me now more than ever, &amp;amp; i will not abandon them to appease her. i saw them yesterday, &amp; already i miss them. i know they miss me, by their words &amp;amp; their actions. i haven't gone a day without speaking to them, &amp;amp; i don't intend to. i cannot let them down now, of all times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15305476-116657724288310236?l=crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/feeds/116657724288310236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15305476&amp;postID=116657724288310236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/116657724288310236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/116657724288310236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/2006/12/eccesiastes-3.html' title='ECCESIASTES 3'/><author><name>best</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455277628589855261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/1600/deerfoot3.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15305476.post-116555073025622862</id><published>2006-12-07T22:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T22:58:01.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1PETER 4:8</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;once upon a time&lt;br /&gt;once when you were mine&lt;br /&gt;i remember skies&lt;br /&gt;reflecting in you eyes&lt;br /&gt;i wonder where you are&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if you think about me&lt;br /&gt;once upon a time&lt;br /&gt;in your qildest dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once the world was new&lt;br /&gt;our bodies felt the mourning dew&lt;br /&gt;that greets the brand new day&lt;br /&gt;we couldn't tear ourselves away&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if you care&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if you still remember&lt;br /&gt;once upon a time&lt;br /&gt;in your wildest dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the music plays&lt;br /&gt;when the words are touched with sorrow&lt;br /&gt;when the music plays&lt;br /&gt;i hear the sound i had to follow&lt;br /&gt;once upon a time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once beneath the stars&lt;br /&gt;the universe was ours&lt;br /&gt;Love was all we knew&lt;br /&gt;and all i knew was you&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if you know&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if you think about it&lt;br /&gt;once upon a time&lt;br /&gt;in your wildest dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;--moody blues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i Love &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;her no less today than yesterday, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; but i have to let &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;her go. let &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;her live &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;her own life, if that's truly what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;she wants to do. if ever a day comes wen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;she regrets &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;her decision, i will be here, waiting to welcome &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;her home. until then, i can only go on with my life, offering &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;her a GODly Love, &amp;amp; nothing else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15305476-116555073025622862?l=crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/feeds/116555073025622862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15305476&amp;postID=116555073025622862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/116555073025622862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/116555073025622862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/2006/12/1peter-48.html' title='1PETER 4:8'/><author><name>best</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455277628589855261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/1600/deerfoot3.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15305476.post-116536789107061830</id><published>2006-12-05T19:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T20:18:11.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ISAIAH 40:31</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;no song today. no equivocation, or ambiguity. no ifs, ands, or buts. there are plenty of whys...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got served today. divorce papers, i mean. patience is a virtue, but it's never been my strong suit. i know it &lt;em&gt;can &lt;/em&gt;get better. i even believe it &lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt;. but i don't know how much longer i can do this. forever, i guess. but i hate every moment of it. i miss my kids. i miss my &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;wife. i'm still mourning what could have been, what could still be, if &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;she'd only try.&lt;br /&gt;but trying is the one thing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;she was never willing to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;she tried at everything else. church, homework, housework, acting in Love. everything except actually having a relationship with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;she confirmed my worst fears the other night: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;she hasn't really Loved me since about a year into &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;our marriage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;she's barely even liked me, most of the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;she had one foot out the door already, &amp; i gave &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;her just the excuse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;she needed to go ahead &amp;amp; go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;she won't forgive me, because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;she doesn't Love me. even if &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;she did forgive me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;she wouldn't stay. i've forgiven &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;her for everything sin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;she ever committed against me, even the ones &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;she won't admit to. but only because it was easy, because i still Love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;her so much.&lt;br /&gt;so that's where it stands. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;she's elated at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;her newfound freedom, &amp; i'm devastated at the loss of my entire life in one decision that i was never given a chance to influence.&lt;br /&gt;it was never about anything i did or didn't do; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;she just got bored with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;she's ready to move on to the next relationship, find the next guy to keep &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;her occupied for a while. but what then? if &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;she won't learn to open up, be real, be emotionally honest, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;she'll forever be doomed to relive the same mistakes over &amp; over. but if &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;she finally finds a man for whom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;she's actually willing to put in a little hard work, &lt;em&gt;try &lt;/em&gt;to have a real relationship, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;she'll have found the key to happiness.&lt;br /&gt;but if &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;she ever finds that man, &amp;amp; it's not me, how can i go on? why couldn't it have been me? it could've been me. why not? there's got to be a reason. because i've already done too much to hurt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;her? because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;she's already bored of me? must it be someone new? why?&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15305476-116536789107061830?l=crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/feeds/116536789107061830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15305476&amp;postID=116536789107061830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/116536789107061830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/116536789107061830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/2006/12/isaiah-4031.html' title='ISAIAH 40:31'/><author><name>best</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455277628589855261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/1600/deerfoot3.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15305476.post-116485733290671422</id><published>2006-11-29T22:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T20:18:58.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MATTHEW 7:26</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Smoke In &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Her Hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;she got American underwear&lt;br /&gt;sais i don't know but it seems to &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;me&lt;br /&gt;it can't be true Love if it isn't free&lt;br /&gt;&amp; baby&lt;br /&gt;how can you feel what you can't sea&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; maybe&lt;br /&gt;sometime you'll come on up &amp; sea &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;four on the floor, &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;she opens the door&lt;br /&gt;sais come on back baby if you want some more&lt;br /&gt;you'd feel better if you understood&lt;br /&gt;nothing bad could ever feel this good&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; baby&lt;br /&gt;you just can't feel what you can't sea&lt;br /&gt;&amp; baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i know you can sea me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i say&lt;br /&gt;hey there litlle Smoke In Her Hair&lt;br /&gt;where's &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;your mama who's &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;your daddy&lt;br /&gt;why &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you wanna be so bad&lt;br /&gt;i know &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;you're gonna do what &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you want to&lt;br /&gt;why &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;you gotta make me Love &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoke In Her Hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;she ain't wearing no underwear&lt;br /&gt;i don't know but it seems to me&lt;br /&gt;i have never felt so free&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; baby&lt;br /&gt;i just can't feel what i can't sea&lt;br /&gt;&amp; baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;she's standing right in front of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;she's all i can sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;she's calling me baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;she's telling me things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;she's making me crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoke In Her Hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;her hair in my face&lt;br /&gt;tearing me up all over this place&lt;br /&gt;i am not this strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;--daniel deerfoot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i 1st saw &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;her on december 2nd, 1996. i didn't know who &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;she was. i didn't think i'd ever sea &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;her again. i wrote a song about &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;her, because i was captivated by &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;her eyes. anyone who knows &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;her knows that &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;she has beautiful eyes, but not really the kind that people write songs about. why did they stick with me like that? why did &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;we meet again, months later? why was &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;she attracted to me in the 1st place? i'm not even &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;her type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;she really wasn't my type, either. there was just something about &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;her. i didn't even realize, until months later, that &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;she was the one who'd inspired one of my favourite songs. &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;she took my breath away twice. how did it happen? why did it happen? is there an answer other than what i am obviously thinking? were &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;we not simply meant to be together forever?&lt;br /&gt;i know that means very little, considering the events of the past 9yrs., but it means the world to me. for one thing, how can it be that anything is bigger than &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;we can get through? more importantly, how stupid &amp;amp; blind was i, to create something bigger than &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;we could handle?&lt;br /&gt;long story short: sucks to be me, because i can not help but Love &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;her forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15305476-116485733290671422?l=crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/feeds/116485733290671422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15305476&amp;postID=116485733290671422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/116485733290671422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/116485733290671422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/2006/11/matthew-726.html' title='MATTHEW 7:26'/><author><name>best</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455277628589855261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/1600/deerfoot3.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15305476.post-116468982060300199</id><published>2006-11-27T23:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T23:57:00.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PSALM 94:19</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;looking around the house&lt;br /&gt;hidden behind the window &amp; the door&lt;br /&gt;looking for signs of life&lt;br /&gt;but there's nobody home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm just too sure&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm just too frightened by the sound of it&lt;br /&gt;pieces of note fall down&lt;br /&gt;but the letter said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was good living with you&lt;br /&gt;it was good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitting around the house&lt;br /&gt;watching the sun chase shadows on the floor&lt;br /&gt;looking for signs of life&lt;br /&gt;but there's nobody home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll call or write you a letter&lt;br /&gt;maybe we'll sea on the 4th of july&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not to sure&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i'm not too proud to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was good living with&lt;span &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;you&lt;br /&gt;it was good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;you were so good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you were so good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;--better than ezra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;we decorated &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;her Christmas tree tonight. that was excruciating, but otherwise, i had a pretty good time w/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;her &amp; the rugrats. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;she made pasta for dinner. i had 2nds.&lt;br /&gt;  every time i'm over there after sunset, i just keep begging GOD that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;she'll ask me to stay. i'll sleep on the couch. the floor. the roof. i don't care. just don't send me back here to what used to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;our home.&lt;br /&gt;  i hate it here. it's not a home anymore. it's just a shell of what used to be. it's like looking in a mirror. i got a haircut just so i could avoid mirrors as much as possible. because the only thing i hate more than this empty house is knowing what i did to earn it. how much i had to hurt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;her, to make this happen.&lt;br /&gt;  i know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;she's still hurting, &amp; there's nothing i can do for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;her. i can't comfort &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;her, &amp;amp; i can't have comfort from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;her. all my friends, you've all been wonderful, &amp; i thank you all for your encouragement, but all i really need is a little comfort from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;her. all i want is to be able to be there for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;her right now, &amp;amp; it kills me that i'm the last person on this earth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;she'll take comfort from.&lt;br /&gt;  GOD help &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;us both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15305476-116468982060300199?l=crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/feeds/116468982060300199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15305476&amp;postID=116468982060300199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/116468982060300199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/116468982060300199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/2006/11/psalm-9419.html' title='PSALM 94:19'/><author><name>best</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455277628589855261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/1600/deerfoot3.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15305476.post-116442694780538229</id><published>2006-11-24T22:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T00:17:32.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MATTHEW 17:21</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;shed a tear because i'm missing &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;i'm still alright to smile&lt;br /&gt;girl i think about &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you every day now&lt;br /&gt;was a time when i wasn't sure&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you set my mind at ease&lt;br /&gt;there is no doubt &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're in my heart now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;said woman take it slow&lt;br /&gt;it'll work itself out fine&lt;br /&gt;all &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;we need&lt;span style="font-family:Webdings;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is just a little patience&lt;br /&gt;said sugar make it slow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;we'll come together fine&lt;br /&gt;all we need is just a little patience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sit here on the stairs&lt;br /&gt;because i'd rather be alone&lt;br /&gt;if i can't have &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you right now i'll wait dear&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i get so tense&lt;br /&gt;but i can't speed up the time&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you know Love there's one more thing to consider&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;said woman take it slow&lt;br /&gt;things will be just fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you &amp; i'll just use a little patience&lt;br /&gt;said sugar take the time&lt;br /&gt;because the lights are shining bright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you &amp;amp; i've got what it takes to make it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;we won't fake it&lt;br /&gt;never break it&lt;br /&gt;because i can't take it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;--axl rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;thanks are due to scoupe &amp; fro, the best family anyone ever had. don't know what i'd do w/out you guys. to anyone who prays, a simple "Your will be done in the lives &amp;amp; marriage of chris &amp; &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;Jennifer" would be greatly appreciated. Peace, Love &amp;amp; Contentment to all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15305476-116442694780538229?l=crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/feeds/116442694780538229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15305476&amp;postID=116442694780538229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/116442694780538229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/116442694780538229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/2006/11/matthew-1721.html' title='MATTHEW 17:21'/><author><name>best</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455277628589855261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/1600/deerfoot3.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15305476.post-116432330717321701</id><published>2006-11-23T17:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T18:08:27.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PROVERBS 18:22</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;what do you say when it's over&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if i should say anything at all&lt;br /&gt;one day we're rolling in the clover&lt;br /&gt;next thing you know we take the fall&lt;br /&gt;still i think about the years since i 1st met you&lt;br /&gt;and the way it might have been without you here&lt;br /&gt;and i don't know if words from me can still upset you&lt;br /&gt;but i've just got to make this memory stand clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm leaving here a better man&lt;br /&gt;for knowing you this way&lt;br /&gt;things i couldn't do before now i think i can&lt;br /&gt;and i'm leaving here a better man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i always knew i couldn't hold you&lt;br /&gt;but i'd never be the one to set you free&lt;br /&gt;just like some old nursery rhyme your mama told you&lt;br /&gt;you still believe in some old meant-to-be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm leaving here a better man&lt;br /&gt;for knowing you this way&lt;br /&gt;thins i couldn't do before now i know i can&lt;br /&gt;and i'm leaving here a better man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;--clint black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not fair that i get to come out of this a better man. what's &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;she got to show for giving me the best 9 1/2 years of her life? a broken heart, a loss of faith in Love, years of rebuilding &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;her life, raising 3 kids essentially on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;her own. it's not fair, but there's nothing i can do about it, unless &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;she stays.&lt;br /&gt;if &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;she stays. i can be a man &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;she can actually be proud of. i can show &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;her how well i can Love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;her. together, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;we can do great things in the lives of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;our children, &amp;amp; community. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;she's not going to stay, i know that. i understand. i can't stop &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;her. if i could, i wouldn't. it's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;her decision to make.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just not fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15305476-116432330717321701?l=crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/feeds/116432330717321701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15305476&amp;postID=116432330717321701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/116432330717321701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/116432330717321701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/2006/11/proverbs-1822.html' title='PROVERBS 18:22'/><author><name>best</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455277628589855261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/1600/deerfoot3.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15305476.post-116430312666634843</id><published>2006-11-23T12:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T13:51:56.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MATTHEW 25:29</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;this ain't no temporary typical tearful goodbye&lt;br /&gt;this ain't no breaking up &amp; waking up &amp;amp; making up one more time&lt;br /&gt;this is gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gone like a freight train&lt;br /&gt;gone like yesterday&lt;br /&gt;gone like a soldier in the civil war&lt;br /&gt;gone like a '59 cadillac&lt;br /&gt;like all the good things that ain't never coming back&lt;br /&gt;she's gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this ain't no give it time i'm hurting but maybe we can work it out&lt;br /&gt;won't be no champaigne red rose romance second chance&lt;br /&gt;this is gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long gone done me wrong&lt;br /&gt;never coming back my baby's gone&lt;br /&gt;lonely at home sitting all alone&lt;br /&gt;she's packed her bags &amp;amp; now she's gone&lt;br /&gt;never coming back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;--montgomery gentry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;what else can be said? except that i owe everyone an apology. i'll call you all individually to explain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15305476-116430312666634843?l=crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/feeds/116430312666634843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15305476&amp;postID=116430312666634843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/116430312666634843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/116430312666634843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/2006/11/matthew-2529.html' title='MATTHEW 25:29'/><author><name>best</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455277628589855261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/1600/deerfoot3.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15305476.post-116407343409196934</id><published>2006-11-20T20:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T20:43:54.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MALACHI 2:16</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;when i was young i knew everything&lt;br /&gt;she a punk who rarely ever took advice&lt;br /&gt;now i'm guilt-stricken sobbing with my head on the floor&lt;br /&gt;stop a baby's breath &amp; a shoe-full of rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't be held responsible&lt;br /&gt;she was touching her face&lt;br /&gt;won't be held responsible&lt;br /&gt;she fell in Love in the 1st place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the life of me&lt;br /&gt;i cannot remember&lt;br /&gt;what made us think that we were wise&lt;br /&gt;and we'd never compromise&lt;br /&gt;for the life of me&lt;br /&gt;i cannot believe&lt;br /&gt;we'd ever die for these sins&lt;br /&gt;we were merely freshmen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we try to wash our hands of all of this&lt;br /&gt;we never talk of our lack in relationships&lt;br /&gt;and how we're guilt-stricken sobbing with our heads on the floor&lt;br /&gt;we fell through the ice when we tried not to slip&lt;br /&gt;we'd say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't be held responsible&lt;br /&gt;she was touching her face&lt;br /&gt;i won't be held responsible&lt;br /&gt;she fell in Love in the 1st place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the life of me&lt;br /&gt;i cannot remember&lt;br /&gt;what made us think that we were wise&lt;br /&gt;and we'd never compromise&lt;br /&gt;for the life of me&lt;br /&gt;i cannot believe we'd ever die for these sins&lt;br /&gt;we were merely freshmen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were only freshmen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;--the verve pipe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;she told me today that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;she saw a lawyer last thursday, &amp;amp; he's drawing up the papers. i don't even know what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;she's mad about anymore. i know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;she's got plenty of things to choose from; i did plenty of things wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;we both did. but i don't know what's got &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;her so pissed off that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;she can't sea straight. maybe i'm wrong; maybe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;she's perfectly calm in there, calculating how quickly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;she can get out of a sinking ship.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm just lost in all my emotion, &amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;her seeming lack of any regrets, or even 2nd thoughts. how miserable must &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;she have been, for this to even be a remotely desireable option? for it to be the 1st &amp;amp; best option, how blind must i have been to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;her suffering?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15305476-116407343409196934?l=crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/feeds/116407343409196934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15305476&amp;postID=116407343409196934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/116407343409196934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/116407343409196934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/2006/11/malachi-216.html' title='MALACHI 2:16'/><author><name>best</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455277628589855261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/1600/deerfoot3.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15305476.post-116398408550978559</id><published>2006-11-19T19:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T19:59:00.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>EPHESIANS 6:12</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;why do i choose the things i choose&lt;br /&gt;why do i always find some lame excuse&lt;br /&gt;why do i not realize what i could do&lt;br /&gt;i wish i knew the reason why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do you get that sad look on your face&lt;br /&gt;why do you pull away from my embrace&lt;br /&gt;why do you sea all my faults &amp; my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;i wish you knew the reason why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do we treat each other like we do&lt;br /&gt;it's like we never even try&lt;br /&gt;why can't we get back to the Love we knew&lt;br /&gt;why baby why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do we have to play those same old games&lt;br /&gt;why do we run away from who's to blame&lt;br /&gt;can't we sea to lose this Love would be a shame&lt;br /&gt;i wish we knew the reason why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;--vince gill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;had the kids over for the weekend. thanks to dad, for his insight on asking the harder questions. Josh is pretty upset, &amp;amp; it's the hardest for Mary, who can't really understand what's going on. Abbey's handling it, but seems fraid to talk @ anything important (like her dad's failure to quit smoking a week ago).&lt;br /&gt;it was fun, though, &amp; i got to just be around them. i got to be their dad again, if only for a couple days.&lt;br /&gt;next week's pretty booked already: i'm taking Abbey &amp;amp; Josh to a gladiators game tuesday; wednesday's Josh's 7th birthday; thursday, Jenn &amp; te kids are coming over around 6pm for Thanksgiving dinner; we're all going to chuck e. cheese's on saturday, for a mini-celebration of Josh's birthday, &amp; two of his friends'.&lt;br /&gt;somewhere in all that, i've got to work my day job, find a new night job (yeah, i got &lt;em&gt;fired &lt;/em&gt;from sonic! ask me about the story...), get this house organized, finish de-bugging my new old refrigerator, &amp;amp; study, study, study (my bible, i'm not back in school or anything. well "the school of hard knocks"...).&lt;br /&gt;maybe He'll make the sun stand still for a few hours a day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15305476-116398408550978559?l=crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/feeds/116398408550978559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15305476&amp;postID=116398408550978559&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/116398408550978559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/116398408550978559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/2006/11/ephesians-612.html' title='EPHESIANS 6:12'/><author><name>best</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455277628589855261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/1600/deerfoot3.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15305476.post-116394416857416045</id><published>2006-11-19T08:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T20:47:06.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1 CORINTHIANS 13:8</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/1600/Jenn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/320/Jenn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;miss the one that i Love a lot&lt;br /&gt;miss the one that i Love a lot&lt;br /&gt;i Love her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;--gavin rossdale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15305476-116394416857416045?l=crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/feeds/116394416857416045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15305476&amp;postID=116394416857416045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/116394416857416045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/116394416857416045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/2006/11/1-corinthians-138.html' title='1 CORINTHIANS 13:8'/><author><name>best</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455277628589855261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/1600/deerfoot3.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15305476.post-116373398545601919</id><published>2006-11-16T22:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T20:46:35.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LUKE 11:17</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;isn't it rich&lt;br /&gt;aren't we a pair&lt;br /&gt;me here at last on the ground&lt;br /&gt;and you in mid-air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;send in the clowns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't it bliss&lt;br /&gt;don't you approve&lt;br /&gt;one who keeps tearing around&lt;br /&gt;and one who can't move&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but where are the clowns&lt;br /&gt;send in the clowns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just when i stopped&lt;br /&gt;opening doors&lt;br /&gt;finally finding the one&lt;br /&gt;that i wanted was yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;making my entrance&lt;br /&gt;again with my usual flair&lt;br /&gt;sure of my lines&lt;br /&gt;nobody's there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't you Love a farce&lt;br /&gt;my fault i fear&lt;br /&gt;i thought that you;d want what i want&lt;br /&gt;sorry my dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but where are the clowns&lt;br /&gt;send in the clowns&lt;br /&gt;don't bother&lt;br /&gt;they're here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't it rich&lt;br /&gt;isn't it queer&lt;br /&gt;losing my timing this late&lt;br /&gt;in my career&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but where are the clowns&lt;br /&gt;send in the clowns&lt;br /&gt;well maybe&lt;br /&gt;next year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;--frank sinatra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd day has a song that goes, "Please take from me my life, when i don't have the strength to give it away to you." I used to sing, "Please take from me my &lt;em&gt;wife&lt;/em&gt;..." Of course, I used to get hit a lot from the passenger seat, too. Isn't it a little funny, though?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How 'bout the fact that the times she liked me best (mid-2003 to mid-2006) were the times&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I liked myself least. Or the fact that I felt like we were finally taking some &lt;em&gt;big &lt;/em&gt;steps in the right direction, as far as our relationship, &amp; our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about the fact that I am now --today-- more like I was when she fell in Love with me than at any point since. C'mon, you gotta admit, it's a &lt;em&gt;little &lt;/em&gt;funny. Funny in the crying way, not the laughing way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I've cried excessively today. Just a couple times, &amp;amp; they were brief. I'm okay right now, for example. I just still really, really miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, everyone for your prayers. I promise someday, my posts won't be all rambly all the time. Someday. For now, it's really more about having the release than being stylish or witty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15305476-116373398545601919?l=crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/feeds/116373398545601919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15305476&amp;postID=116373398545601919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/116373398545601919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/116373398545601919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/2006/11/luke-1117.html' title='LUKE 11:17'/><author><name>best</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455277628589855261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/1600/deerfoot3.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15305476.post-116363889313945117</id><published>2006-11-15T18:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:01:33.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MATTHEW 6:37</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i got the call today i didn't want to hear&lt;br /&gt;but i knew that it would come&lt;br /&gt;an old true friend of ours was talking on the phone&lt;br /&gt;she said you found someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i thought of all the bad luck &amp; the struggles we went through&lt;br /&gt;how i lost me &amp;amp; you lost you&lt;br /&gt;what are these voices outside Love's open door&lt;br /&gt;make us throw off our contentment &amp; beg for something more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm learning to live without you now&lt;br /&gt;but i miss you sometimes&lt;br /&gt;the more i know the less i understand&lt;br /&gt;all the things i thought i knew i'm learning again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been trying to get down&lt;br /&gt;to the heart of the matter&lt;br /&gt;but my will gets weak&lt;br /&gt;and my thoughts seem to scatter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i think it's about forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;even if you don't Love me anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these times are so uncertain there's a yearning undefined&lt;br /&gt;people filled with rage&lt;br /&gt;we all need a little tenderness how can Love survive&lt;br /&gt;in such a graceless age&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trust &amp;amp; self-assurance that lead to happiness&lt;br /&gt;they're the very tings we kill i guess&lt;br /&gt;pride &amp;amp; competition cannot fill these empty arms&lt;br /&gt;and the work i put between us you know it doesn't keep me warm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm learning to live without you now&lt;br /&gt;but i miss you baby&lt;br /&gt;the more i know the less i understand&lt;br /&gt;all the things i thought i'd figured out i have to learn again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been trying to get down&lt;br /&gt;to the heart of the matter&lt;br /&gt;but the flesh will get weak&lt;br /&gt;and the ashes will scatter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm thinking about forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;even if you don't Love me anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;--don henley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm trying to quit smoking. and drive the speed limit (or keep up w/the flow of traffic, whichever's faster). and be a more compassionate person. and trust GOD. and give her space. and lean not on my own understanding. and learn to be "perplexed but not despairing. and stop repeating myself. and stop repeating myself.&lt;br /&gt;advice in any of these areas would be appreciated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15305476-116363889313945117?l=crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/feeds/116363889313945117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15305476&amp;postID=116363889313945117&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/116363889313945117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/116363889313945117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/2006/11/matthew-637.html' title='MATTHEW 6:37'/><author><name>best</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455277628589855261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/1600/deerfoot3.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15305476.post-116355748495397171</id><published>2006-11-14T20:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:36:59.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PSALM 127:1</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;this here's a song about two sets of jones'&lt;br /&gt;rothschild &amp; evelyn, reuben &amp;amp; sue&lt;br /&gt;just for discussion through random selection&lt;br /&gt;we've chosen two couples who haven't a clue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rothschild was lucky to marry so wealthy&lt;br /&gt;evelyn bought him a house on the beach&lt;br /&gt;reuben &amp; sue they had nothing but Jesus&lt;br /&gt;at night they would pray that He'd care for them each&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the rain came down&lt;br /&gt;and it blew the four walls down&lt;br /&gt;and the clouds they rolled away&lt;br /&gt;one set of jones' was standing that day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evelyn's daddy was proud of young rothschild&lt;br /&gt;worked the late hours to be number one&lt;br /&gt;just newlyweds &amp;amp; their marriage got rocky&lt;br /&gt;he's flying to dallas she's having a son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reuben was holding a gideons' bible&lt;br /&gt;he screamed it's a boy so that everyone heard&lt;br /&gt;the guys at the factory took up collection&lt;br /&gt;again GOD provided for bills he'd incurred&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the rain came down&lt;br /&gt;and it blew the four walls down&lt;br /&gt;and the clouds they rolled away&lt;br /&gt;one set of jones' was standing that day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what is the point of this story&lt;br /&gt;what am i trying to say&lt;br /&gt;is your life built on the rock of Christ Jesus&lt;br /&gt;or a sandy foundation you've managed to lay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well needless to say evelyn left her husband&lt;br /&gt;and sued him for every penny he had&lt;br /&gt;i truly wish that those two would find Jesus&lt;br /&gt;before things get worse than they already have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the rain came down&lt;br /&gt;and it blew the four walls down&lt;br /&gt;and the clouds they rolled away&lt;br /&gt;there's two sets of jones'&lt;br /&gt;which ones will you be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;--big tent revival&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;talked to my dad tonight. i even managed to get through an entire conversation w/out so much as tearing up. which makes me feel like a big phony. also, i have one amendment to my list of needs: a roommate. if anybody knows anybody, or knows anybody who knows anybody, &lt;em&gt;please &lt;/em&gt;send them my way.&lt;br /&gt;also, if the praying ones out there would include gary (my confidante) &amp;amp; jana (hers) in their prayers, that GOD would supply the right things for them to say, that would be exceedingly abundantly sweet. and a prayer for her other friend (who shall remain anonymous) to discover GOD's will for her tongue would be nice, too.&lt;br /&gt;other than that, if anyone knows how to make shepherd's pie just the way she did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15305476-116355748495397171?l=crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/feeds/116355748495397171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15305476&amp;postID=116355748495397171&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/116355748495397171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/116355748495397171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/2006/11/psalm-1271.html' title='PSALM 127:1'/><author><name>best</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455277628589855261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/1600/deerfoot3.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15305476.post-116347845640520983</id><published>2006-11-13T23:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T20:46:04.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MATTHEW 19:6</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;look outside the autumn leaves are falling&lt;br /&gt;deep inside you hear the road is calling&lt;br /&gt;i know you want to walk away&lt;br /&gt;and leave it all behind&lt;br /&gt;you're running from nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chasing lies can find you tired &amp;amp; jaded&lt;br /&gt;in your world the colours have all faded&lt;br /&gt;if you think that you can find a place&lt;br /&gt;to get away from the pain&lt;br /&gt;you're looking for nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate to sea you leave without a fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time will open doors for you&lt;br /&gt;wishes spent make dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;i promise i'll be there&lt;br /&gt;don't say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take my hand let's walk a while together&lt;br /&gt;holding hands won't make Love last forever&lt;br /&gt;i know you probably need someone&lt;br /&gt;to help you work it out&lt;br /&gt;you've got to do something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate to sea you leave without a fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;--mac powell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i started organizing what's left of the house today. miraculously, i'm not too depressed about it. as for the promised list of things i need:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-prayer for a willing spirit&lt;br /&gt;-prayer for His will to be done in my life&lt;br /&gt;-prayer for restoration to the joy of His salvation&lt;br /&gt;-prayer for wisdom to discern His will&lt;br /&gt;-prayer for a steadfast spirit&lt;br /&gt;-prayer that my faith may not fail&lt;br /&gt;-encouragement&lt;br /&gt;-forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;-sleep&lt;br /&gt;-peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15305476-116347845640520983?l=crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/feeds/116347845640520983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15305476&amp;postID=116347845640520983&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/116347845640520983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/116347845640520983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/2006/11/matthew-196.html' title='MATTHEW 19:6'/><author><name>best</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455277628589855261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/1600/deerfoot3.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15305476.post-116338243013831620</id><published>2006-11-12T20:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T21:08:33.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1 CORINTHIANS 7:33</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i know you're not asleep&lt;br /&gt;i can feel you moving over there&lt;br /&gt;you're playing with the seams&lt;br /&gt;of your worn out underwear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my lips are raw as hell&lt;br /&gt;from biting on them just to stay awake&lt;br /&gt;it's not like i'm gonna need them&lt;br /&gt;you won't be around&lt;br /&gt;to sea them bleed &amp; break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all that i do&lt;br /&gt;comes back to you&lt;br /&gt;so i'll just think about you 'til there's nothing in my head&lt;br /&gt;all i can do&lt;br /&gt;is try not to screw this up again&lt;br /&gt;and just be friends&lt;br /&gt;i'd rather be dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i drove out of east atlanta&lt;br /&gt;with a headache as big as my car&lt;br /&gt;i called you to say i was okay&lt;br /&gt;because i know how you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm like a movie without an ending&lt;br /&gt;i've got nowhere to go&lt;br /&gt;and it makes me want to throw up&lt;br /&gt;to sea you want to give up&lt;br /&gt;more than you'll ever know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything's supposed to have a happy ending&lt;br /&gt;but the record keeps skipping &amp;amp; the needle keeps bending&lt;br /&gt;like the road i'm driving on to the bridge that has no end&lt;br /&gt;i want to take back everything i've broken&lt;br /&gt;but the bridge is behind me burning &amp; smoking&lt;br /&gt;i guess this is the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all that i do&lt;br /&gt;comes back to you&lt;br /&gt;so i'll just think about you 'til there's nothing in my head&lt;br /&gt;all i can do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;is try not to screw this up again&lt;br /&gt;and just be friends&lt;br /&gt;i'd rather be dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;--butch walker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;my 1st weekend back in the house alone has been pretty rough. thanks are due to fro, for letting me unload on her. and to darren, for lunch. an apology to darren, as well, for making him an unhappy grem. still waiting for one from &lt;em&gt;Prego&lt;/em&gt;, for eating my 1/2 of her sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;if anyone knows of anyone w/ an extra toaster or kitchen table, i'd be willing to let them christen it w/ me. i'll cook &amp;amp; clean up, even. so let me know, if you're interested. i may just post a list of all the things i need, but don't want to pay for...&lt;br /&gt;short of minor material wants, the more prayer the better. for His will to be done in my life, &amp; the lives of my family. i know HE IS listening, but sometimes i feel like i'm praying into an umbrella. the weight that i'm supposed to let Him take falls right back on my head, &amp;amp; sends me reeling.&lt;br /&gt;anyone wanting a more detailed account of what's been going on is welcome to call, or e-mail. if you don't have my info, you probably know someone who does. i'll warn you, it's not family material, so prepare to be embarassed if you ask, because i'll tell you. if you doubt that you'll be uncomfortable, you can ask my poor sister...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15305476-116338243013831620?l=crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/feeds/116338243013831620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15305476&amp;postID=116338243013831620&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/116338243013831620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/116338243013831620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/2006/11/1-corinthians-733.html' title='1 CORINTHIANS 7:33'/><author><name>best</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455277628589855261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/1600/deerfoot3.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15305476.post-116328722515277069</id><published>2006-11-11T17:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T20:59:15.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GENESIS 2:18</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;need i say i Love you&lt;br /&gt;need i say i care&lt;br /&gt;need i say that emotions&lt;br /&gt;are something we don't share&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i don't want to be sitting here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;trying to decieve you&lt;br /&gt;because you know i know baby&lt;br /&gt;that i don't want to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we cannot live together&lt;br /&gt;we cannot live apart&lt;br /&gt;that's the situation&lt;br /&gt;we've known it from the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every time that i look at you&lt;br /&gt;i can sea the future&lt;br /&gt;because you know i know baby&lt;br /&gt;that i don't want to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's throwing it all away&lt;br /&gt;throwing it all away&lt;br /&gt;is there nothing that i can say&lt;br /&gt;to make you change your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watch the world go 'round &amp; 'round&lt;br /&gt;i can sea mine turning upside down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who'll light up the darkness&lt;br /&gt;who will hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;who will find you the answers&lt;br /&gt;when you don't understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why should i have to be the one&lt;br /&gt;who has to convince you&lt;br /&gt;because you know i know baby&lt;br /&gt;that i don't wanna go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someday you'll be sorry&lt;br /&gt;someday when you're free&lt;br /&gt;memories will remind you&lt;br /&gt;that our Love was meant to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but late at night when you call my name&lt;br /&gt;the only sound you'll hear&lt;br /&gt;is the sound of your voice calling&lt;br /&gt;calling after me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's throwing it all away&lt;br /&gt;throwing it all away&lt;br /&gt;and there's nothing that i can say&lt;br /&gt;we're throwing it all away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;--phil collins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;sorry for not having kept anyone in the loop recently. Jenn &amp;amp; the kids moved out today. she's gone to live with her grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;i'm working a lot, &amp;amp; praying a lot. i guess once i get to where i can be called a righteous man, my effectual, fervent prayers will availeth much. Until then, i'd appreciate anyone who wants to add theirs to mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;that's really all i know how to say right now. sorry. i'll be in touch with everyone in the near future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15305476-116328722515277069?l=crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/feeds/116328722515277069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15305476&amp;postID=116328722515277069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/116328722515277069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/116328722515277069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/2006/11/genesis-218.html' title='GENESIS 2:18'/><author><name>best</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455277628589855261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/1600/deerfoot3.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15305476.post-116061218956592858</id><published>2006-10-11T19:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T20:16:29.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'>perspective</title><content type='html'>1.raleigh, nc (j.w.'s old rental house) 1977-1978?&lt;br /&gt;2.homestead, fl (base housing) == 1978?-1979?&lt;br /&gt;3.raleigh, nc == 1979?-1980?&lt;br /&gt;4.homestead, fl (rental house?) == 1980?-1984&lt;br /&gt;5.raleigh, nc (rental house on buck branch dr) == 1984&lt;br /&gt;6.adak, ak (base housing) == 1984-1985&lt;br /&gt;7.pensacola, fl (lime green, cinderblock rental house) == 1985-1986&lt;br /&gt;8.virginia beach, va (townhouse) == 1986&lt;br /&gt;9.virginia beach, va (house on peridot dr.) == 1987-1991&lt;br /&gt;10.raleigh, nc (pine winds apartments) == 1991&lt;br /&gt;11.raleigh, nc (holly hill mental health institute) == 1991&lt;br /&gt;12.richmond, va (charter: westbrook) == 1991-1992&lt;br /&gt;13.gainesville, ga (j.w.'s house) == 1992&lt;br /&gt;14.hawaii, hi (base housing) == 1992-1995&lt;br /&gt;15.lawrenceville, ga (mom's rental house on meadow wood ct.) == 1995-1996&lt;br /&gt;16.lawrenceville/duluth/lilburn, ga area (1984 buick regal) == 1996&lt;br /&gt;17.lawrenceville, ga (mom's rental house on meadow wood ct.) == 1996&lt;br /&gt;18.lawrenceville, ga (central park apartments) == 1996-1999&lt;br /&gt;19.hoschton, ga (the apartments we burned to the ground) == 1999-2001&lt;br /&gt;20.lawrenceville, ga (Jenn's mom's house on amber wood dr.) == 2001-2002&lt;br /&gt;21.lawrenceville, ga (house on sir knight's way) == 2002-2005&lt;br /&gt;22.dacula, ga (julianna &amp; stephen's house in apalachee heritage) == 2005&lt;br /&gt;23.dacula, ga (rental house on majestic circle) == 2005-2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...yup, scoupe's got me beat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15305476-116061218956592858?l=crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/feeds/116061218956592858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15305476&amp;postID=116061218956592858&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/116061218956592858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/116061218956592858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/2006/10/perspective.html' title='perspective'/><author><name>best</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455277628589855261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/1600/deerfoot3.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15305476.post-116019058327406908</id><published>2006-10-06T23:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T23:09:43.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'>just a quick update</title><content type='html'>must blog. much news. but, i'm not feeling particularly witty.&lt;br /&gt;but i must tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a new job! i start monday (645am) @ atlanta refrigeration service. i'll be performing routine maintenance &amp;amp; repairs on foodservice equipment. (mostly) regular hours! (almost all) weekends off! nights off (except the few i'll be moonlighting @ sonic)! oh brave, new world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15305476-116019058327406908?l=crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/feeds/116019058327406908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15305476&amp;postID=116019058327406908&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/116019058327406908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/116019058327406908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/2006/10/just-quick-update.html' title='just a quick update'/><author><name>best</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455277628589855261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/1600/deerfoot3.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15305476.post-115977113093792736</id><published>2006-10-02T02:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T02:49:42.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i was told to blog...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;so i offer you these recycled thoughts:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;quotes from the chick-fil-a refrigerator&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;life is what happens while you're making other plans. -john lennon -4sep95&lt;br /&gt;just because you're paranoid don't mean they're not after you. -kurt cobain -5sep95&lt;br /&gt;nothing sais Love like a gift of canned meat. -david letterman -6sep95&lt;br /&gt;everybody must get stoned. -bob dylan -10sep95&lt;br /&gt;lorie, i Love you! -homie -13sep95&lt;br /&gt;i'm quite contented to take my chances against the gildensterns &amp; rosencrantzes. -spin doctors -16sep9&lt;br /&gt;kings &amp;amp; queens &amp; guillotines -steven tyler -17sep95&lt;br /&gt;all i wanna do is have a little fun before i die. -william, a.k.a. bill or billy or mac or buddy -18sep&lt;br /&gt;beelzebub has a devil put aside for me. -freddy mercury&lt;br /&gt;into this house we're born; into this world we're thrown. -jim morrison&lt;br /&gt;the play's the thing wherin i'll catch the conscience of the king. -hamlet&lt;br /&gt;this is what it sounds like when doves cry. -prince&lt;br /&gt;I AM the way, the truth &amp; the light; no man cometh unto the Fater but by Me. -Jesus&lt;br /&gt;seems like i should be getting somewhere... -soul assylum&lt;br /&gt;i can't complain but sometimes i still do. -joe walsh&lt;br /&gt;fat-bottomed girls, you make the rockin' world go 'round. -freddy mercury&lt;br /&gt;coulda had a v8. -henry rollins -ice-t -crawdaddy&lt;br /&gt;i'm a winner; i'm a sinner. do you want my autograph? -supertramp&lt;br /&gt;are you a lucky little lady in the city of light, or just another lost angel in a city of night? -jim morrison&lt;br /&gt;we must save them from themselves by slaughtering them. -crawdaddy&lt;br /&gt;bone's for the dog; meat's for the man. -rosie o'donnell&lt;br /&gt;all you need is Love. -john lennon&lt;br /&gt;i'm the king of the world! -cassius clay&lt;br /&gt;live &amp; let die. -paul mccartney&lt;br /&gt;keese mabbut. -that's what the brazilian equivalent of aphrodite said to the african henchman to shaka-zulu, back in the day&lt;br /&gt;innuendo inne your windowe endo. -tara turner -crawdaddy&lt;br /&gt;people are strange when you're a stranger. -jim morrison&lt;br /&gt;just because you're winning don't mean you're the lucky one. -axl rose&lt;br /&gt;oh! happy dagger, this is thy sheath; there rust &amp; let me die. -juliet montague&lt;br /&gt;somebody's gonna hurt somebody. -don henley&lt;br /&gt;this'll be the day that i die. -good ol' boys&lt;br /&gt;gimme one reason to stay here, &amp;amp; i'll turn right back around. -tracy chapman&lt;br /&gt;get your tongue outta my mouth. i'm kissin you goodbye. -waylan jennings&lt;br /&gt;i get up around seven; get outta bed around nine. -axl rose&lt;br /&gt;it's just you against your tattered libido, the banker &amp; the mortician forever. -axl rose&lt;br /&gt;get into the groove &amp;amp; let the good times roll. -mick jagger&lt;br /&gt;when i look back on all the crap i learned in high scholl, it's a wonder i can think at all. -paul simon&lt;br /&gt;i'm worst at what i do best, &amp;amp; for this gift i feel blessed. -kurt cobain&lt;br /&gt;i'm the establishment... if you're not against me, you're for me, dude. -crawdaddy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15305476-115977113093792736?l=crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/feeds/115977113093792736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15305476&amp;postID=115977113093792736&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/115977113093792736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/115977113093792736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-was-told-to-blog.html' title='i was told to blog...'/><author><name>best</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455277628589855261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/1600/deerfoot3.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15305476.post-115568582210442536</id><published>2006-08-15T19:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T19:55:23.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Job 7:1-4</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;1 "Does not man have hard service on earth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are not his days like those of a hired man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Like a slave longing for the evening shadows,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or a hired man waiting eagerly for his wages,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 so I have been allotted months of futility,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and nights of misery have been assigned to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 When I lie down I think, 'How long before I get up?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night drags on, and I toss till dawn." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone believe it's just a coincidence that slang for "work" is simply a mispronunciation of this speaker's name?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15305476-115568582210442536?l=crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/feeds/115568582210442536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15305476&amp;postID=115568582210442536&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/115568582210442536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/115568582210442536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/2006/08/job-71-4.html' title='Job 7:1-4'/><author><name>best</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455277628589855261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/1600/deerfoot3.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15305476.post-115446880252398651</id><published>2006-08-01T17:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T17:46:42.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so guess what i did today, when i got home. &amp; guess what i didn't do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;em&gt;didn't &lt;/em&gt;sit on the porch for 4hrs, working on the schedule. &amp; i &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; enjoy a little afternoon delight, followed by a nap. the perfection of my new, lowly, assistant manager life was only briefly broken, by my tehnologically advanced &amp;amp; privacy deficient son, who's been unlocking inside doors since he was 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, we're headed to the home of a friend from church, to enjoy an "end of the year" pool party. life is sweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15305476-115446880252398651?l=crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/feeds/115446880252398651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15305476&amp;postID=115446880252398651&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/115446880252398651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/115446880252398651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-guess-what-i-did-today-when-i-got.html' title=''/><author><name>best</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455277628589855261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/1600/deerfoot3.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15305476.post-115436741688983606</id><published>2006-07-31T13:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T14:13:54.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'>strategery</title><content type='html'>as i sit here listening to my laundry in the next room, pondering what my 1st day @ the "new" job will be like, i realize that mostly no-one has any idea what's been going on this end of the blogosphere. so, here's a (sorta) brief update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been hating my job for, oh, 6 mos. or so now. most of you already know that, &amp; the reasons why. then i got "fired". really, i'm being "demoted". really, it's a transfer to a newer store (read: "all the equipment actually works") &amp;amp; a raise in pay. oh, &amp; less responsibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other words: no more taking work home; no more tedious, weekly meetings; no more sitting on the front porch for the better part of my "day off", making next week's schedule, or covering shifts on this week's; no more ethical dilemnas, forcing me to choose the lesser of 2 evils. i'm now an employee, rather than an employer &amp;, as such, am free to treat the people under me as if they actually have worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...did i mention more $ &amp;amp; less responsibility, hours, headaches, &amp; grey areas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't mean for this to seem like one of fro's, becca's or karen's blogs, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, who else but GOD could've engineered this? this is exactly what i wanted --&lt;em&gt;needed&lt;/em&gt;, but could not find a way to do. this is a beneficial move in every way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except gas. oof! that gas! i love my truck, but &lt;em&gt;12 miles per gallon!?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i digress. the point is: everything's just peachy this side o' town. y'all come over some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, &amp;amp; also: GOD is great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15305476-115436741688983606?l=crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/feeds/115436741688983606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15305476&amp;postID=115436741688983606&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/115436741688983606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/115436741688983606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/2006/07/strategery.html' title='strategery'/><author><name>best</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455277628589855261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/1600/deerfoot3.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15305476.post-114749255521765070</id><published>2006-05-12T23:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T00:10:20.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'>si, se puede</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;i got home from work today, &amp; there were 4 strangers in my house. i think they're cantonese, 'cause i can't understand a word 3 of them are saying (&amp;amp; as everyone knows, i speak every language but cantonese). the 4th one speaks english, though, so he does all the translating.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"i know we're not invited, but she cleaned all your dishes, she did all the laundry, he's cutting your grass right now, &amp; i was just @ to start dinner. we're doing all the things around the house that you hate to do. we're the backbone of this household, you know."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when i demanded that the intruders evacuate the premises, the translator balked. "you can't make us leave. we're a part of your family now. besides, if you talk your wife into letting us stay, we'll side w/you on all major decisions. oh, &amp;amp; you'll need to add the 4 of us to your insurance policies, also. &amp; don't even think @ calling the cops, or we'll have all our friends &amp;amp; 1/2 the u.s. senate block your driveway, trample your begonias, kick your dog &amp; slander your name. incidentally, we find the term 'uninvited intruders' to be offensive, &amp;amp; demand to be referred to as "unexpected houseguests'."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"and of course you'll need to learn cantonese, &amp; teach it to your kids, because the other 3 aren't planning to ever learn english. why should they? it might dilute their unique culture. you wouldn't want someone's unique culture diluted, now would you? this &lt;strong&gt;is&lt;/strong&gt; America, after all. the Great Diversity Pot, you know."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"also, don't expect us to follow the house rules. we find some of them somewhat racist, to be perfectly frank. others of them are counter to our unique, &amp; therefore valuable, culture. &amp; we can't understand all the rest, b/c they're not in our native tongue. again, it would be in the best interest of your begonias, family pets &amp; reputation, if you did not attempt to enforce these house rules on us."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"oh, &amp; i borrowed your toothbrush. hope you don't mind." then he smiled, &amp;amp; added, "just kidding! i don't really care &lt;strong&gt;how&lt;/strong&gt; you feel @ it."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15305476-114749255521765070?l=crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/feeds/114749255521765070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15305476&amp;postID=114749255521765070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/114749255521765070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/114749255521765070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/2006/05/si-se-puede.html' title='si, se puede'/><author><name>best</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455277628589855261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/1600/deerfoot3.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15305476.post-114730250827195979</id><published>2006-05-10T19:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T21:32:45.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>closer to fine</title><content type='html'>though eduardo (&amp; hugo mujica) puts it much better, i've now had time to formulate the implied answer to my previous post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any resolution made based on who i fancy myself to be is bound to fail. if i truly want to do well, i must base my plan of action on the person who will actually be responsible for carrying it out: myself as i honestly am, not as i'd like to be. admitting my weaknesses to myself is the 1st step in identifying a workable solution to any trial i encounter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a legless man would not attempt to climb a mountain in the traditional fashion; how can i, w/ my great diversity of shortcomings, (the greatest of which is a profound lack of will-power,) expect to accomplish anything thru an ordinary resolution?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i am less perfect than i already thought myself to be, but a little closer to true perfection for having realized it. &amp; from here, i go... (scanning the horizon, licking my finger, &amp;amp; holding it aloft...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umm... that way?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15305476-114730250827195979?l=crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/feeds/114730250827195979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15305476&amp;postID=114730250827195979&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/114730250827195979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/114730250827195979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/2006/05/closer-to-fine.html' title='closer to fine'/><author><name>best</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455277628589855261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/1600/deerfoot3.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15305476.post-114686147179749751</id><published>2006-05-05T16:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T16:37:51.833-04:00</updated><title type='text'>identity</title><content type='html'>i've spent so much time &amp; ink lately, bemoaning the fact that i'm not the man i want to be/think i ought to be. now i'm thinking that maybe it's just @ admitting to myself who i really am, &amp;amp; learning to operate on that basis. not really an appealing prospect, but it may, in the long run, lead to greater happiness, self-fulfillment, etc. in the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;long&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; run...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15305476-114686147179749751?l=crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/feeds/114686147179749751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15305476&amp;postID=114686147179749751&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/114686147179749751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/114686147179749751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/2006/05/identity.html' title='identity'/><author><name>best</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455277628589855261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/1600/deerfoot3.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15305476.post-114551513176045929</id><published>2006-04-20T02:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T03:31:20.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'>wanted:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/1600/tallboy%20slim3.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/320/tallboy%20slim3.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/1600/tallboy%20slim3.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/1600/tallboy%20slim3.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in search of an appropriately themed &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14139840&amp;postID=114538572572233013"&gt;side-kick&lt;/a&gt;, to aid in &lt;a href="http://the-oftheday.blogspot.com/2006/04/question-of-day.html"&gt;quest&lt;/a&gt; to rid the earth of &lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.michnews.com/artman/uploads/mckinney.jpg"&gt;ignorance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.ifocusnews.com/images/people/funny-kerry-picture8.jpg"&gt;pomposity &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://www.bendib.com/newones/2004/july/large/McCain-feingold%20Act.jpg"&gt;moderation&lt;/a&gt;. ex-cons welcome, as you will be paid in cigarettes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please, no &lt;a href="http://www.artnet.com/Magazine/people/barone/Images/barone11-13-35s.jpg"&gt;spokespersons&lt;/a&gt;, present or former.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/1600/joe%20camel1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/320/joe%20camel1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...unless you currently represent verizon wireless.&lt;br /&gt;(please-please-&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.femail.com.au/img/zorro_zeta.jpg"&gt;PLEASE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; call)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/1600/cz-t1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/200/cz-t1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please apply promptly, as this opening will be filled as quickly as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, &amp; the &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0895265648/qid=1125534360/sr=2-1/ref=pd_bbs_b_2_1/104-7421660-3921536?s=books&amp;amp;v=glance&amp;amp;n=283155"&gt;Hero of Chappaquiddick&lt;/a&gt; need not apply, either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15305476-114551513176045929?l=crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/feeds/114551513176045929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15305476&amp;postID=114551513176045929&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/114551513176045929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/114551513176045929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/2006/04/wanted.html' title='wanted:'/><author><name>best</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455277628589855261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/1600/deerfoot3.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15305476.post-114533414656370199</id><published>2006-04-18T00:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T00:33:13.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'>italicized tangents</title><content type='html'>...in keeping w/my usual habit of getting things done well in advance of the deadline, no matter how tedious the task, i filed my taxes this mourning, at &lt;em&gt;least&lt;/em&gt; 13hrs before they were due...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...so tomorrow, i'm calling h&amp;r block, to sea if it's too late for them to fix 'em. i'm pretty sure i screwed 'em up badly. i'm getting back @ $1,000 less in federal, &amp;amp; @ the same in state (which equals &lt;em&gt;owing &lt;/em&gt;$400 to gov. Sonny)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...speaking of him, he signed the bill today, to make illegals &lt;em&gt;illegal&lt;/em&gt;. you know, the law that makes breaking the law against the law...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...wait, did i say illegals? i meant &lt;em&gt;"undocumented immigrants,"&lt;/em&gt; of course...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...by the way, pass the word: islamic terrorists are henceforth to be referred to as &lt;em&gt;"terrorists who abusively invoke the religion of islam."&lt;/em&gt; you know, the religion that directs followers who encounter infidels to either convert, enslave or kill them. yeah, the religion of peace. that's the one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...speaking of murder, there's gon' be some dead &lt;em&gt;mexicanas&lt;/em&gt;, if they don't show up for work on the 1st. apparently the 1st 2or3 rally/boycotts didn't get the point across, so there's another one on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...oh, &amp; i didn't actually send any $ w/my state return. think they'll notice? whatever. if they come lookin' for it, i'm goin' &lt;em&gt;freedom fighter&lt;/em&gt; on their asses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...know how much $ was wired from georgia to mexico last year? 9 &lt;em&gt;billion&lt;/em&gt; dollars. where's the irs on that one? i'm keepin' my $409.00, &amp; there ain't nothin' you can do @ it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...'cause if they come take it, i'm filing for welfare, &amp; then i'll just get it back, plus &lt;em&gt;your &lt;/em&gt;$, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15305476-114533414656370199?l=crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/feeds/114533414656370199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15305476&amp;postID=114533414656370199&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/114533414656370199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/114533414656370199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/2006/04/italicized-tangents.html' title='italicized tangents'/><author><name>best</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455277628589855261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/1600/deerfoot3.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15305476.post-114486186770724353</id><published>2006-04-12T13:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T13:11:07.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so i noticed something today, in my wanderings through the local blogosphere: fro still has her care-bear picture on her profile. fine w/me, since we're &lt;em&gt;actually&lt;/em&gt; irish, &amp; don't revert back to whatever european mutt we really were @ the stroke of last call in the wee hours of march 18th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; profile, (which i've been editing frequently, in hopes of surpassing fro in # of hits,) has a picture of me &lt;em&gt;looking irish*. &lt;/em&gt;not to rub it in, or anything. ok, maybe just a little. all this to say: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"i'm more irish than you are!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(so it's not actually possible, given that we share the same parents, but it's still fun to stick out your tongue @ a sibling every now &amp; then, yaknow? by the way, scoupe is hereby prohibited from commenting on this post.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*disclaimer:  said photo is 10 years old, &amp;amp; taken @ such an angle that nearly &lt;em&gt;anyone&lt;/em&gt; would appear to possess elfin features.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15305476-114486186770724353?l=crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/feeds/114486186770724353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15305476&amp;postID=114486186770724353&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/114486186770724353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/114486186770724353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/2006/04/so-i-noticed-something-today-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>best</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455277628589855261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/1600/deerfoot3.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15305476.post-114471369954211763</id><published>2006-04-10T19:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T20:01:39.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'>static</title><content type='html'>just to remind anyone who's forgotten, &amp; reiterate since i've gone awhile w/out saying it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate my boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i may have to quit my job, just to get a day off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15305476-114471369954211763?l=crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/feeds/114471369954211763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15305476&amp;postID=114471369954211763&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/114471369954211763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/114471369954211763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/2006/04/static.html' title='static'/><author><name>best</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455277628589855261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/1600/deerfoot3.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15305476.post-114454457977781921</id><published>2006-04-08T20:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T21:04:19.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'>onomatopoeia</title><content type='html'>so, i get home yesterday in a funk, &amp; set about journaling aggressively. yes. aggressive is the appropriate word, i promise. unlike when the cop wrote me a ticket for "aggressive driving." whatever, man. i drive &lt;em&gt;pro-actively.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm complaining that i wish i were stupider, b/c then life would be easier &amp;amp; more fun. honestly, i really said (wrote) so. but then i figure, since i' can't be as dumb as i want to be, i may as well expend my efforts on something more useful than complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i invented a new personality, a relative, &amp; an unlikely  sequence of events to write about. the idea is that this short story can be the 1st part of the 1st chapter of the Great American Novel. i realize that the actualization of such a far-fetched dream is still very unlikely, &amp;amp; a good ways off in any event, but i've never been closer to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feels nice. i &lt;em&gt;made &lt;/em&gt;something. who knew i could do that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15305476-114454457977781921?l=crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/feeds/114454457977781921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15305476&amp;postID=114454457977781921&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/114454457977781921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/114454457977781921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/2006/04/onomatopoeia.html' title='onomatopoeia'/><author><name>best</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455277628589855261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/1600/deerfoot3.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15305476.post-114436823383846886</id><published>2006-04-06T19:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T20:06:29.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my best friend wants me dead</title><content type='html'>it seems i have a birthday gift from fro, waiting to be recieved. which means Marlboro wasn't the only one to get me something this year. still, fro's gonna have to try pret-ty hard to beat Marlboro's gift: a credit-card-shaped bottle opener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good ole' Marlboro. never forgets my birthday. last year, i got a deck of playing cards &amp; a "butt bag," an odor-proof pouch in which to temporarily store cigarette butts when there isn't an ash tray handy. like on the flight to vegas. and the cards! Marlboro must be psychic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the year before that, i got a nifty little lighter cover which, when slipped easily over any standard-sized BIC lighter, transforms it into a fashionably antique-looking Marlboro lighter. that's in addition to the free Zippo i got for filling out the Marlboro mailing list in the 1st place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camel never sends me anything. you'd think Camel didn't even care if i was alive or dead. all i ever get is the occasional cigarette coupons. too occasional, in fact, causing me to have to use the coupons Marlboro sends to fill in the gaps. i like Camel so much better, but Marlboro knows how to treat a guy, ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i mention Marlboro also sent me a bar-be-que cookbook on the 4th of July? and a free cd, on a &lt;em&gt;tuesday&lt;/em&gt;? yep, Marlboro's the best friend a guy could ever have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15305476-114436823383846886?l=crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/feeds/114436823383846886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15305476&amp;postID=114436823383846886&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/114436823383846886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/114436823383846886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-best-friend-wants-me-dead.html' title='my best friend wants me dead'/><author><name>best</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455277628589855261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/1600/deerfoot3.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15305476.post-114427123693248623</id><published>2006-04-05T17:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T17:07:16.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks.</title><content type='html'>scoupe, for the offer of going out Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;fro, for the text message.&lt;br /&gt;karen, for the comment. (how'd you know, though?)&lt;br /&gt;eduardo, for the wishes.&lt;br /&gt;dad, for the card.&lt;br /&gt;also a silent shout-out to those who'll never hear it here:&lt;br /&gt;j.w., for the card.&lt;br /&gt;amy, for the card w/ the cute little ass on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without you guys, my birthday would've come &amp;amp; gone, leaving me $1.00 richer, as usual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15305476-114427123693248623?l=crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/feeds/114427123693248623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15305476&amp;postID=114427123693248623&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/114427123693248623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/114427123693248623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/2006/04/thanks.html' title='thanks.'/><author><name>best</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455277628589855261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/1600/deerfoot3.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15305476.post-114222804147440023</id><published>2006-03-13T00:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T19:16:49.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>just had to share</title><content type='html'>my idiot cat just got her head stuck through the handle of one of those little paper gift bags, &amp;amp; ran @ 14 laps around the house (including behind every chair, over every flat surface, etc.) trying to get away from it. oh, the hilarity of a frightened-but-exhausted feline! anyway, everyone here's asleep, but the story had to be told.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15305476-114222804147440023?l=crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/feeds/114222804147440023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15305476&amp;postID=114222804147440023&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/114222804147440023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/114222804147440023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/2006/03/just-had-to-share.html' title='just had to share'/><author><name>best</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455277628589855261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/1600/deerfoot3.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15305476.post-114205711481501254</id><published>2006-03-11T01:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T01:05:14.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>this is your brain on 80 hrs/wk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/1600/eggs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/320/eggs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15305476-114205711481501254?l=crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/feeds/114205711481501254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15305476&amp;postID=114205711481501254&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/114205711481501254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/114205711481501254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/2006/03/this-is-your-brain-on-80-hrswk.html' title='this is your brain on 80 hrs/wk'/><author><name>best</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455277628589855261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/1600/deerfoot3.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15305476.post-114159332856499323</id><published>2006-03-05T16:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T19:15:29.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>site of the day</title><content type='html'>so i keep having ideas for new top 5 lists, but didn't wanna over-do it. istead of following that inclination to moderation, i created a new blog. while it's not exactly dedicated to top 5's, it's definitely in that general genre. (is "general genre" a redundancy?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it's called "of the day," b/c i &lt;em&gt;plan&lt;/em&gt; to update daily. wish me luck on that resolution!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15305476-114159332856499323?l=crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/feeds/114159332856499323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15305476&amp;postID=114159332856499323&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/114159332856499323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/114159332856499323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/2006/03/site-of-day.html' title='site of the day'/><author><name>best</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455277628589855261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/1600/deerfoot3.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15305476.post-114117910314257749</id><published>2006-02-28T20:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T16:17:30.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>RECYCLED THOUGHTS: 27FEB06 (or, "what i do when i should be sleeping")</title><content type='html'>so, if i feel like i got so much done today, why do i also feel as if i left so much undone? it's always like this ; it must be something @ my state of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the rare occasions when i have energy, &amp; the even rarer days when i also feel motivated, i'm like a whole different person. i fell asleep in the chair for @ an hour today,&amp;amp; got mad @ it when i woke up. i'm usually mad @ having woken up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's like that seldom-used, get-things-done part of my brain awakens once a month &amp;, no matter how much i do, keeps coming up w/ 2 additional tasks for every 1 completed. it sets one to wondering whether the constant state of emergency caused by compulsive procrastination isn't less stressful than falling farther &amp;amp; farther from the ultimate goal of having everything done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps if the goal was revised. if one were to set out each day to "get things done," rather than to "get &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt; done," that frustration which accompanies the setting of the sun may be somewhat diminished.maybe even replaced by a sense of accomplishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, of what use is accomplishment, if it leads not to eventual rest? perhaps a restful spirit is better than a rested body &amp; mind? i fear i may never experience either, &amp;amp; so be incapable of an authoritative answer to my own query.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, how conceited i must be! to ask a question of myself, fully expecting an eventual --if not immediate-- answer, betrays an undue faith in my own intellect. if acknowledgement of ignorance is truly the beginning of wisdom, (&amp; i believe it is so,) then how far i have yet to go! though i know, w/ my intellect, that i know little, that same intellect contradicts its own wisdom w/ its assumption of an ability to decipher any mystery encountered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however many times i try to put myself in my proper place, i am ever confounded by that other part of myself, which finds it ultimately appropriate that i, in my wisdom, should be the one to do so. in acknowledging my ignorance, (which i do honestly,) i feed my own ego, by demonstrating to myself how wise i must be, to know that i am so ignorant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, the profundity of my dissertations! it is matched only by the futility. and with that thought, i surrender yet another day, &amp;amp; slink dizzily off to bed, hopeful of a fresh start in the mourning, in a bright world, where everything is exactly as it ought to be, &amp;amp; i, like paul simon, may converse contentedly w/ any lampost that wanders my way, confident in the fact that i've nothing to get done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15305476-114117910314257749?l=crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/feeds/114117910314257749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15305476&amp;postID=114117910314257749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/114117910314257749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/114117910314257749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/2006/02/recycled-thoughts-27feb06-or-what-i-do.html' title='RECYCLED THOUGHTS: 27FEB06 (or, &quot;what i do when i should be sleeping&quot;)'/><author><name>best</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455277628589855261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/1600/deerfoot3.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15305476.post-114065561299520374</id><published>2006-02-22T19:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T13:48:51.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>reciprocation</title><content type='html'>c'mon, guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i replied to everyone willing to venture a guess on my little pop quiz, including your scores. (yes, there was partial credit given.) isn't anyone gonna tell me how i did? not that it's a contest, or anything. (i already know i'm a better friend than you...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; a bit of a blow to the ego to sea that only immediate family felt qualified to even take the "friendship test," but i've known for a while now that i need to get some real friends. anybody interested? i don't have a trampolene, or a swimming pool, or much money, or a hot older  sister, or much time for anything but work &amp;amp; sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hey, i'm fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just ask all my friends...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15305476-114065561299520374?l=crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/feeds/114065561299520374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15305476&amp;postID=114065561299520374&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/114065561299520374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/114065561299520374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/2006/02/reciprocation.html' title='reciprocation'/><author><name>best</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455277628589855261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/1600/deerfoot3.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15305476.post-113989483300248487</id><published>2006-02-13T23:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T19:25:49.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>in defense of my fashion sense</title><content type='html'>i once had a pair of red shorts. they were sweatpant-like material, but thicker, &amp; they said&lt;br /&gt;"INDIANA&lt;br /&gt;BASKETBALL"&lt;br /&gt;on one leg. they were given to me by a girlfriend, who was moving to indiana &amp;amp;, apparently, thought i might like to become a hoosier fan for her memory's sake. in fact, i did not become a fan. i moved on rather quickly, but i kept the shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last time i saw them, they were actually an orange-ish shade, &amp; read&lt;br /&gt;"I___/NA&lt;br /&gt;_A___T__LL"&lt;br /&gt;on the leg. the only reason i realize this is the time someone mentioned that my pink shirt didn't match my orange shorts. the pink shirt was actually red, as well. they'd each faded in their own, unique way, &amp;amp; i'd failed to notice any change at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what were red shorts when i got them ought naturally to match what was a red shirt when i bought it. i still fail to sea the flaw in my logic, notwithstanding the aforementioned evidence to the contrary. and isn't there some merit to a thought process which, however erroneously, allows things to remain forever young?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my best blanket, even with the fresh cigarette burn, will remain my best blanket until the tattered threads crumble to dust in the wind; my favourite hat will never be anything but blue to me, no matter how many people call it grey; my wife will always be as youthful ,beautiful &amp; mysterious as the day i 1st laid eyes on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for the things that i allow to change -- my jeans, my children, my boots: they will only ever change for the better. a good pair of levi's 501 button fly's is never as perfect as the day before they fall to pieces; children, like lovers, only get better w/ each new discovery of the person inside there; boots are most comfortable after several years of breaking-in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so maybe i have no fashion sense. or maybe i'm old-fashioned. maybe just out of fashion. most likely, i'm fixated on comfort, but i'm comfortable w/ my way of thinking, so i'm stickin' w/ it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15305476-113989483300248487?l=crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/feeds/113989483300248487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15305476&amp;postID=113989483300248487&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/113989483300248487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/113989483300248487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/2006/02/in-defense-of-my-fashion-sense.html' title='in defense of my fashion sense'/><author><name>best</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455277628589855261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/1600/deerfoot3.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15305476.post-113976752282874839</id><published>2006-02-12T13:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T13:05:22.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hrs in a day</title><content type='html'>24 hrs in a day&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;7 days in a week&lt;br /&gt;=&lt;br /&gt;168&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;168 hrs in a week&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;87 hrs @ work&lt;br /&gt;=&lt;br /&gt;81 hrs @ home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all spent sleeping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15305476-113976752282874839?l=crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/feeds/113976752282874839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15305476&amp;postID=113976752282874839&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/113976752282874839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/113976752282874839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/2006/02/hrs-in-day.html' title='hrs in a day'/><author><name>best</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455277628589855261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/1600/deerfoot3.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15305476.post-113860463479447669</id><published>2006-01-30T01:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T02:07:18.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>RECYCLED THOUGHTS:  22JAN06 (or, "context")</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;i'm a pretty good problem-solver. i'm also proficient, if slightly less prolific, @ creating problems. is there a career that i might base on one or both of these talents?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;singer-songwriter; essayist, columnist &amp; novelist; orator &amp; statesman; honorary PhD, lecturer &amp; professor; missionary, apologist &amp; preacher; talk-show host; president; actor &amp;amp; philanthropist...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;think anyone has an opening for one of these? perhaps @ the intern level?...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;have i no practical skills? have i, with my (i think) considerable knack for picking up new things, never bothered to try my hand @ anything useful? not one thing? have i been allowed to live this long in vain? what has my life meant, up to now?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;all this, from a simple passage which served as my 2-minute Bible study. work in all things as unto the LORD. it began to sink in, as i (finally) cleaned the slush machine: i can labor as unto the LORD, but how can i serve Him, in a middle-management capacity?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no man can serve two masters. how to reconcile this point of faith w/the previous? i must either serve Him @ my employer's expense, or vice-versa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is what blogs are for. i need outside input.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15305476-113860463479447669?l=crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/feeds/113860463479447669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15305476&amp;postID=113860463479447669&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/113860463479447669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/113860463479447669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/2006/01/recycled-thoughts-22jan06-or-context.html' title='RECYCLED THOUGHTS:  22JAN06 (or, &quot;context&quot;)'/><author><name>best</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455277628589855261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/1600/deerfoot3.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15305476.post-113860399975346733</id><published>2006-01-30T01:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T02:17:51.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>RECYCLED THOUGHTS:  21JAN06 (or "confessions of a hypothetical man")</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;... i want to find a new job. not b/c i hate mine (i do), &amp; not b/c i don't make enough $ (i don't), &amp;amp; not b/c i work too much (i do). this job wears on my conscience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems every decision i make is a compromise, either between my work ethic &amp; my Love for my Family, or between what i ought to do as a Christian &amp;amp; what i am paid to do. my conscience won't let me slide w/ "i'm just doing my job."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if my job forces me to betray my conscience, then isn't my duty to find one that won't? ... i can't stand managing people. it's manipulative by nature, 1st of all. it also pits my people's interest against my employers, &amp; therefore against my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... i'd rather not do it @ all. but then i come to The Great Obstacle: what else can i do, &amp;amp; make good enough $?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i come to yet another conflict, in addition to:&lt;br /&gt;1] work vs. family;&lt;br /&gt;2] conscience vs. job description;&lt;br /&gt;3] enjoyment of career vs. advancement in career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4] is this:&lt;br /&gt;how can i not keep the job i shouldn't have, when it is in my Family's best (fiscal) interest to do so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to strike off on a new career @ 28 is to jeapoardize my children's educational opportunities, my Wife's old age, &amp; our immediate standard of "living."&lt;br /&gt;to think that i could be a better husband, father, Christian -- a better man -- if only i had a more suitable career, is folly. i am the man i've chosen to be, through my actions, &amp;amp; through my inaction. to assume that any job can reverse my drift seems ridiculous. and yet...&lt;br /&gt;if only i had more time. more hrs. in the day, to eat well, sleep well, to spend w/my Wife &amp;amp; kids, to study the Bible, to establish a routine, to exercise, to invest in hobbies, to get @ to it, to devote to ministry, to read, write, sing, pray, think, dream...&lt;br /&gt;time is the key. ... what career am i qualified for, that can earn me $40k+/yr., while not taking more than 50hrs of my week?&lt;br /&gt;a better starting point might be: what career am i qualified for?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15305476-113860399975346733?l=crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/feeds/113860399975346733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15305476&amp;postID=113860399975346733&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/113860399975346733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/113860399975346733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/2006/01/recycled-thoughts-21jan06-or.html' title='RECYCLED THOUGHTS:  21JAN06 (or &quot;confessions of a hypothetical man&quot;)'/><author><name>best</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455277628589855261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/1600/deerfoot3.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15305476.post-113816820159137869</id><published>2006-01-25T00:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T02:20:11.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>future me hates now me hates past me</title><content type='html'>speaking of how well you know me, i have an idea for a fun little game. (i promise i'll do better than w/the last one.)&lt;br /&gt;anyone who attempts to answer these 10 questions qualifies as a friend. those who get @ least 5 right may consider themselves close. also, for anyone who tries, i'll try to answer the same questions for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1] what's my favourite sports team?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2] what season do i prefer?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3] what's my favourite food category? (i.e. chinese, jamaican, cajun...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;4] is my cup 1/2 full, or 1/2 empty?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;5] are my political views more republican, or democrat?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;6] what would be my perfect job?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;7] where would i most like to live?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;8] what's your earliest memory of me? (note: non-flattering memories will be counted &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wrong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;9] where would i like to be in 10 yrs.? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;10] where was i 10 yrs. ago? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15305476-113816820159137869?l=crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/feeds/113816820159137869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15305476&amp;postID=113816820159137869&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/113816820159137869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/113816820159137869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/2006/01/future-me-hates-now-me-hates-past-me.html' title='future me hates now me hates past me'/><author><name>best</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455277628589855261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/1600/deerfoot3.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15305476.post-113816631199715089</id><published>2006-01-25T00:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T00:19:18.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>how well do you know me?</title><content type='html'>so i've wanted to get a tattoo for -- oh, i don't know, ever. i've always thought they were cool. (it's art, man! &amp; it's on your body! it turns you in to art, man!) anyway, i've never gotten one, 'cause i didn't want to be stuck w/ something idiotic when i'm 55, which is pessimistic, realistic &amp;amp; optimistic @ the same time, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;pessimistic because i expect everything that i think is cool, or witty, or meaningful right this second to seem stupid to future me. (future me is such a jerk!)&lt;br /&gt;realistic, because everything i thought was cool, or witty, or meaningful in the past now seems stupid to me. (past me is such an idiot!)&lt;br /&gt;optimistic, because i'm planning to still be alive by then.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, what should i get? i want something cool, witty &amp;amp; meaningful. something i'll be happy with until the day i die. any suggestions? (warning: your answers will show how well you actually know me.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15305476-113816631199715089?l=crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/feeds/113816631199715089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15305476&amp;postID=113816631199715089&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/113816631199715089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/113816631199715089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/2006/01/how-well-do-you-know-me.html' title='how well do you know me?'/><author><name>best</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455277628589855261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/1600/deerfoot3.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15305476.post-113791615235876430</id><published>2006-01-22T02:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T00:29:41.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>antidisestablishmentarianism</title><content type='html'>so, i was right again. i know, it's not news, or anything; i usually am. but since nobody else seems to like to point it out...&lt;br /&gt;the conversation went @ like this:&lt;br /&gt;"antidisestablishmentarianism."&lt;br /&gt;"so that means you're &lt;em&gt;for&lt;/em&gt; the man."&lt;br /&gt;"no, not necessarily."&lt;br /&gt;"yeah, man. look: i'm the man. if you're not against me, you're &lt;em&gt;for&lt;/em&gt; me, dude."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;antidisestablishmentarianism&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of Speech: noun&lt;br /&gt;Definition: originally, opposition to the disestablishment of the Church of England, now opposition to the belief that there should no longer be an official church in a country&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15305476-113791615235876430?l=crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/feeds/113791615235876430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15305476&amp;postID=113791615235876430&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/113791615235876430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/113791615235876430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/2006/01/antidisestablishmentarianism.html' title='antidisestablishmentarianism'/><author><name>best</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455277628589855261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/1600/deerfoot3.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15305476.post-113791555326522189</id><published>2006-01-22T01:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T02:42:37.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>clouded epiphanies</title><content type='html'>My morning Bilbe study yesterday included 1Peter, 2:18-23. You know, on submission to authority: "Servants, be submissive to your masters..." I thought @ it all day, &amp; something kept bugging me. I finally realized that it's Matthew, 6:24: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No one can serve two masters; for either he will hate the one &amp; Love the other, or else he will be loyal to the one &amp;amp; despise the other..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assuming one works for other than a Godly "master", how shall these passages be reconciled? If, to act in good faith as a functionary of an employer, one must act willfully against his conscience, is he not caught between The Rock &amp; a hard place? To be faithful to the teachings of Christ, he must follow his conscience. But what's that twinge of guilt he feels for not having acted in his employer's best interest? This same employer we are taught by Peter to serve "with goodwill doing service, as unto the Lord..." (Ephesians, 6:7).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it seems a pedantic objection; it is easily reconciled, in theory. But in practice, it is something altogether different. Well, okay. Not &lt;em&gt;altogether, &lt;/em&gt;but different, nonetheless. The simplest &amp;, I would think, the 1st answer would be that the man should not be working for said employer, if he can not in good conscience carry out his duties in that capacity. But what about 1Timothy, 5:8? "But if anyone does not provide for his own, &amp;amp; especially for those of his household, he has denied the faith &amp; is worse than an unbeliever." But to that, one might say, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"...do not worry about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink; nor about your body, what you will put on. Is not life more than food and the body more than clothing? Look at the birds of the air, for they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they?"&lt;/span&gt; (Matthew, 6:25&amp;26).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone got any input?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15305476-113791555326522189?l=crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/feeds/113791555326522189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15305476&amp;postID=113791555326522189&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/113791555326522189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/113791555326522189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/2006/01/clouded-epiphanies.html' title='clouded epiphanies'/><author><name>best</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455277628589855261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/1600/deerfoot3.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15305476.post-113704194819619801</id><published>2006-01-11T23:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T00:06:13.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>resolution/revolution</title><content type='html'>when i think @ new year's resolutions, i think @ failure. not even my own, necessarily. it seems everyone fails to realize their new year's resolution. (everyone except you, reader. you'll stick to yours, i know it!) i don't think anyone can realistically expect to successfully change their lives as if they were flipping a switch. "lights are on; lights are off. i'm a lazy, selfish glutton; i'm a model citizen." not that it &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; happens, but i expect i'll just win the lottery before that works for me. (i don't play the lottery.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, my own failures do color my impression, i'm sure. i'm batting 1000, as far as breaking resolutions. wanna know why? me, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the problem with resolutions is in the definition of the word. a typical resolution begins, "i will..." no, i won't. i ought to have figured that out by now. i can't do it. i'm not strong enough. we all of us fall short. we all miss the mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unless we cheat. i never have to fall short, if i set the bar low enough; i need never miss the mark, if i aim at something already within reach. oh, but wait. that's no way to affect a change, now is it? well, what if i just hire a ringer? someone to give be a boost, so i can set the bar as high as i please? someone to guide my arm, &amp; keep me on target. hang on, i think i might be onto something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i resolve to cheat @ every turn. i'm not going to do any of the work myself. i'm going to lean on my Helper, &amp;amp; let Him carry me. but then, that's not really a resolution, is it? i haven't actually resolved to do anything. yet, by revolting against the idea that i'm good enough to do it myself, i've now resolved every possible conflict in my life. revolt=resolve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, here is my new year's revolution: i surrender my imperfect will. i haven't the will-power to accomplish anything, so i lend Him my will, &amp;amp; He lends me His power. it's like reverse independence day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15305476-113704194819619801?l=crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/feeds/113704194819619801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15305476&amp;postID=113704194819619801&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/113704194819619801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/113704194819619801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/2006/01/resolutionrevolution.html' title='resolution/revolution'/><author><name>best</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455277628589855261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/1600/deerfoot3.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15305476.post-113675151727292431</id><published>2006-01-08T15:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T15:18:37.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a new top 5</title><content type='html'>okay, everybody. maybe this isn't the best option for a 1st post after a 3-month hiatus, but when have i ever conformed to convention?&lt;br /&gt;  TOP 5 QUOTES OF ALL TIME&lt;br /&gt; ---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;1]  What we have here, is failure to communicate. Some men, you just can't reach. So, you get what we had here last week. Which is the way he wants it. Well, he gets it. I don't like it any more than you men.&lt;br /&gt;                           -from "Cool Hand Luke"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I'll post more of mine after i sea some from you guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15305476-113675151727292431?l=crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/feeds/113675151727292431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15305476&amp;postID=113675151727292431&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/113675151727292431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/113675151727292431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-top-5.html' title='a new top 5'/><author><name>best</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455277628589855261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/1600/deerfoot3.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15305476.post-112944210087836618</id><published>2005-10-16T01:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T01:55:00.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Proverbs 31:10-31</title><content type='html'>If GOD is like the sun,&lt;br /&gt;then a good wife is like the moon.&lt;br /&gt;She is always there,&lt;br /&gt;always the same,&lt;br /&gt;always different.&lt;br /&gt;Depending on the day,&lt;br /&gt;the week, the month.&lt;br /&gt;Depending on the circumstance.&lt;br /&gt;When the Sun is nowhere to be seen,&lt;br /&gt;it is His light reflected by the moon that guides men.&lt;br /&gt;If a man casts his shadow across her,&lt;br /&gt;how will he sea his hand in front of his face?&lt;br /&gt;He is lost;&lt;br /&gt;he must be still,&lt;br /&gt;&amp; wait for the morning.&lt;br /&gt;The next night,&lt;br /&gt;he will have learned&lt;br /&gt;to step out of the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15305476-112944210087836618?l=crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/feeds/112944210087836618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15305476&amp;postID=112944210087836618&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/112944210087836618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/112944210087836618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/2005/10/proverbs-3110-31.html' title='Proverbs 31:10-31'/><author><name>best</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455277628589855261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/1600/deerfoot3.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15305476.post-112874788293478122</id><published>2005-10-08T01:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T01:04:42.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'>church &amp; state</title><content type='html'>so i was thinking...&lt;br /&gt;  was Jesus Christ a liberal, or a conservative? there are so many angles to the subject, it almost gave me a headache.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15305476-112874788293478122?l=crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/feeds/112874788293478122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15305476&amp;postID=112874788293478122&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/112874788293478122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/112874788293478122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/2005/10/church-state.html' title='church &amp; state'/><author><name>best</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455277628589855261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/1600/deerfoot3.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15305476.post-112874768648509335</id><published>2005-10-08T00:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T02:08:55.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>recycled thoughts: 03APR05</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;the sunset through the kitchen window is beautiful, &amp; sad. the sunset has always been there, its beauty hidden behind the beauty of the forest between my window &amp;amp; the horizon. this new beauty is revealed @ the expense of the the old, beautiful forest which now no longer exists.&lt;br /&gt;the awe of a dazzling sunset is lessened by the memory of what has been lost.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15305476-112874768648509335?l=crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/feeds/112874768648509335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15305476&amp;postID=112874768648509335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/112874768648509335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/112874768648509335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/2005/10/recycled-thoughts-03apr05.html' title='recycled thoughts: 03APR05'/><author><name>best</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455277628589855261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/1600/deerfoot3.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15305476.post-112874740515086246</id><published>2005-10-08T00:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T02:09:27.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>recycled thoughts: 01APR05</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;here's a phrase i don't believe in: "i Love you, but..." this implies that there is a consideration more important than Love. this, to me, is unacceptable.&lt;br /&gt;if GOD is Love, it follows that @ least the concept, if not the word itself, should be regarded as sacred. if i truly Love you, every actoin will be an expression of that Love. i will never say,"i Love you but..." i will say instead, "i Lve you, so..." or "i Love you &amp;amp;..." the profession of my Love will be followed by the expression of my Love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15305476-112874740515086246?l=crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/feeds/112874740515086246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15305476&amp;postID=112874740515086246&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/112874740515086246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/112874740515086246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/2005/10/recycled-thoughts-01apr05.html' title='recycled thoughts: 01APR05'/><author><name>best</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455277628589855261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/1600/deerfoot3.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15305476.post-112874593030304471</id><published>2005-10-08T00:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T00:32:10.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'>stolen thunder</title><content type='html'>1)  reply w/your name &amp; i'll write something "random" @ you.&lt;br /&gt;2)  i'll tell you what movie &amp;/or song reminds me of you.&lt;br /&gt;3)  pick a flavor of jello in which to wrestle w/you.&lt;br /&gt;4)  say something that only makes sense to you.&lt;br /&gt;5)  give you a nickname.&lt;br /&gt;6)  tell you what animal you remind me of .&lt;br /&gt;7)  then i'll ask you something i've always wondered @ you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15305476-112874593030304471?l=crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/feeds/112874593030304471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15305476&amp;postID=112874593030304471&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/112874593030304471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/112874593030304471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/2005/10/stolen-thunder.html' title='stolen thunder'/><author><name>best</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455277628589855261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/1600/deerfoot3.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15305476.post-112874532047995426</id><published>2005-10-08T00:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T02:10:06.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>recycled thoughts: 07MAR05</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;so what's the deal w/ taxing my income tax refund? no way is that ethical, or in any way justifiable. they already got a 24month, interest-free loan outta me, &amp;amp; now they want some back?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15305476-112874532047995426?l=crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/feeds/112874532047995426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15305476&amp;postID=112874532047995426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/112874532047995426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/112874532047995426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/2005/10/recycled-thoughts-07mar05.html' title='recycled thoughts: 07MAR05'/><author><name>best</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455277628589855261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/1600/deerfoot3.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15305476.post-112874513617756996</id><published>2005-10-08T00:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T02:10:27.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>recycled thoughts: 28FEB05</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;i caught a man picking up the cigarette i'd just discarded today. when he was done w/ it, i went over &amp;amp; gave him a fresh one. he was lighting it as i drove away. the deed left me w/ mixed feelings.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15305476-112874513617756996?l=crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/feeds/112874513617756996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15305476&amp;postID=112874513617756996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/112874513617756996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/112874513617756996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/2005/10/recycled-thoughts-28feb05.html' title='recycled thoughts: 28FEB05'/><author><name>best</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455277628589855261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/1600/deerfoot3.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15305476.post-112874492213672414</id><published>2005-10-08T00:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T02:10:42.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>recycled thoughts: 27JAN05</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;my engine runs hot, &amp;amp; my feet stay cold. you'd think there might be a single solution for both these problems, but you'd be wrong. dead wrong.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15305476-112874492213672414?l=crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/feeds/112874492213672414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15305476&amp;postID=112874492213672414&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/112874492213672414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/112874492213672414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/2005/10/recycled-thoughts-27jan05.html' title='recycled thoughts: 27JAN05'/><author><name>best</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455277628589855261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/1600/deerfoot3.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15305476.post-112737115054852739</id><published>2005-09-22T02:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T02:43:33.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'>city of excess, 1st installment</title><content type='html'>__a few photos of what a vegas hotel is realy like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/1600/venetian3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/320/venetian3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/1600/venetian1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the venetian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/1600/venetian2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/320/venetian2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more of the venetian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/1600/venetian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/320/venetian.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/1600/venetian1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and some more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/1600/venetian1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/320/venetian1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the foyer of the venetian, "cistine" as it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/1600/canal%20street2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/400/canal%20street2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/1600/canal%20street1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/400/canal%20street1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is "the sky of canal street". it's not actually the sky-- or a street. it's not even outdoors; the ceiling is painted, &amp;amp; the lighting changes based on the time of day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__more to come...&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/1600/venetian1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15305476-112737115054852739?l=crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/feeds/112737115054852739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15305476&amp;postID=112737115054852739&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/112737115054852739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/112737115054852739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/2005/09/city-of-excess-1st-installment.html' title='city of excess, 1st installment'/><author><name>best</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455277628589855261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/1600/deerfoot3.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15305476.post-112736875676064355</id><published>2005-09-22T00:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T02:45:20.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'>(half-)drunken ramblings...</title><content type='html'>__has anyone ever noticed (or have i just been unlucky?) that the master bath never has a fan? the hall bathroom always, &lt;em&gt;always &lt;/em&gt;has a fan, but the master bath just gets a window. like a window is sufficient equipment with which to dispose of the impending malodor (if that's actually a word) . considering that, being the &lt;em&gt;master bath, &lt;/em&gt;it's likely to be used in expectation of... well, whoopie, shouldn't there be a more sophisticated odor control system in place, with which to provide a more conducive atmosphere for said whoopie?&lt;br /&gt;__or is it just me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15305476-112736875676064355?l=crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/feeds/112736875676064355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15305476&amp;postID=112736875676064355&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/112736875676064355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/112736875676064355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/2005/09/half-drunken-ramblings.html' title='(half-)drunken ramblings...'/><author><name>best</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455277628589855261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/1600/deerfoot3.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15305476.post-112727000292073018</id><published>2005-09-20T22:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T10:07:17.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'>las vagrants?</title><content type='html'>__so i'm in vegas on business for the week... what's a boy to do? what's a happily married non-gambler to do? the rooms are &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; much nicer, but it's still just another hotel.&lt;br /&gt;__another big, comfy, lonely bed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/1600/hotel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/320/hotel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/1600/hotel.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__&amp; what's "las vegas" mean anyway? "the vegas"? who're the vegas? &amp;amp; how come they get a city names after them? &amp;amp; why'd they put the city in the middle of a mountain range?&lt;br /&gt;__they ain't too bright, them vegas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15305476-112727000292073018?l=crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/feeds/112727000292073018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15305476&amp;postID=112727000292073018&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/112727000292073018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/112727000292073018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/2005/09/las-vagrants.html' title='las vagrants?'/><author><name>best</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455277628589855261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/1600/deerfoot3.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15305476.post-112589594734498519</id><published>2005-09-05T00:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T00:52:27.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my top 5 list</title><content type='html'>__so i guess all couples are allowed to create a list of celebrities w/whom they're allowed a 1-night-stand, right? hope so, 'cause here's mine. (i haven't laminated it yet...)&lt;br /&gt;1. penelope cruz&lt;br /&gt;2. salma hayek&lt;br /&gt;3. julia stiles&lt;br /&gt;4. catherine zeta-jones&lt;br /&gt;5. kelly ripa&lt;br /&gt;__anyone else brave enough to comment?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15305476-112589594734498519?l=crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/feeds/112589594734498519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15305476&amp;postID=112589594734498519&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/112589594734498519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/112589594734498519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-top-5-list.html' title='my top 5 list'/><author><name>best</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455277628589855261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/1600/deerfoot3.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15305476.post-112416091193848421</id><published>2005-08-15T22:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T22:55:11.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"menace to society"</title><content type='html'>__so i was thinking...&lt;br /&gt;__the movie's supposed to convey (presumably) a message of social responsibility, etc. right? but doesn't it really do just the opposite? consider o-dog, the care-free banger. you know, the only one to escape the ending credits w/ his life? isn't the real message that a young, urban, black man takes away from the film something along the lines of, "it doesn't really matter what you do, as long as you don't get caught"? or, "no quantity of right decisions can help you escape your ghetto fate"?&lt;br /&gt;__i know for a fact that today, as we remembered the movie, o-dog was the star of the conversation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15305476-112416091193848421?l=crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/feeds/112416091193848421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15305476&amp;postID=112416091193848421&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/112416091193848421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/112416091193848421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/2005/08/menace-to-society.html' title='&quot;menace to society&quot;'/><author><name>best</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455277628589855261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/1600/deerfoot3.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15305476.post-112380967186706790</id><published>2005-08-11T21:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T21:21:11.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'>jenn-a-juice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.jennajuice.blogspot.com/"&gt;jenn-a-juice&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ya sucked me in. come sea mine @ http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com &lt;br /&gt;mine aren't ever going to be as patterned as yours, but whatever. my list won't read like a season of "seinfield," or "friends." call me when ya get some time.&lt;br /&gt;by the way: what i could understand of that 2nd poem was pretty good; cell phones make great flashlights (if you're ever stuck inside a dog w/ a good book); &amp; i totally agree w/ you @ libraries. what are they doing w/ our taxes, if not buying crappy writing utensils? well, your taxes; i don't pay any.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15305476-112380967186706790?l=crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/feeds/112380967186706790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15305476&amp;postID=112380967186706790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/112380967186706790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/112380967186706790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/2005/08/jenn-juice.html' title='jenn-a-juice'/><author><name>best</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455277628589855261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/1600/deerfoot3.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15305476.post-112380745616345054</id><published>2005-08-11T20:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T02:12:27.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1st time, 1st try</title><content type='html'>__having never even read a blog 'til my sister got her own, i'm a little out of the loop to begin with.  add to that the pressure of having to come up w/ something to write @, minus any real inspiration (no missing pencils, no spanish poetry springing to mind), &amp; i'm pretty depressed over the lack of wit that may turn out to be the real me. luckily, long-winded as i am, i may write long enough-- &amp;amp; w/ sufficient utilisation of multisyllabic words-- to convince myself otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;__and just to be completely up-front &amp;amp; honest, i fully intend to use previously written or vocalized thoughts as if they were brand new. they &lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt; all be my own, of course, but not strictly "original," in the sense that they are recent.&lt;br /&gt;__ guess that'll be all for now. maybe next time i'll actually write &lt;em&gt;about &lt;/em&gt;something.&lt;br /&gt;__...maybe not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15305476-112380745616345054?l=crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/feeds/112380745616345054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15305476&amp;postID=112380745616345054&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/112380745616345054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15305476/posts/default/112380745616345054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crawdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/2005/08/1st-time-1st-try.html' title='1st time, 1st try'/><author><name>best</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455277628589855261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7501/1412/1600/deerfoot3.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
