<?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-8840487043149387757</id><updated>2011-07-08T09:14:06.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grindle Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindlethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840487043149387757/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindlethoughts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>grindle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04300248793402688195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4IK2AA1fDU/SW6_a5D1gQI/AAAAAAAAABo/Janq0xecnp4/S220/Photo+192.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840487043149387757.post-5473550163710115195</id><published>2009-10-07T12:56:00.021-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T14:23:41.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My POD!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I decided that I would only listen to my ipod on shuffle since I have over 4,000 songs and listen to the same albums over and over. I quickly found myself skipping to the next song repeatedly while I was driving because I didn't want to listen to what was playing. Then a song that I love came on that I hadn't listened to in a long time. This song started to stir up memories of when I would be listening to this song. Everyone has an item or two that when they look at it strikes up a memory from their past. Most of the time that is why people keep certain items for a long time. For me music holds all of my memories since I always have it playing, whether in my car, while cutting grass, or just lounging around at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in college, my parents lived 10 hours away and I would have my ipod blaring the whole drive. I am the type of person who makes playlists by album, not by song. So i would compile a list of albums that would last 10 hours and listen/sing the whole way there. I literally mean the whole way there. When I would arrive at my parents house, they would laugh at me because I would be hoarse from singing 10 hours straight. So when ever I hear a song that was in that playlist it takes me back to the good ole days. If you were to play a song from my ipod, I could probably tell you what was going on in my life the day I listened to that song. I could tell you what the weather was like, where I lived, who I was dating, who I was mad at, where I worked, who was in my car with me, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all of that said I thought I would share some of my favorite albums that were on the playlist. If you have never listened to these albums, please look them up on itunes and give them a listen or just click on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Playlist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Direction by The Starting Line&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Direction-Starting-Line/dp/B000RRUSFS/ref=sr_1_12?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1254949254&amp;amp;sr=1-12"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389965921402305762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4IK2AA1fDU/Ss0BcsClPOI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/__nlAtJW5ag/s200/cd+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4IK2AA1fDU/Ssz-M-E9qvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/S-UX3GCDUu0/s1600-h/cd+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Direction-Starting-Line/dp/B000RRUSFS/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1254947791&amp;amp;sr=1-3"&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;2. One Fell Swoop by The Spill Canvas&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/One-Fell-Swoop-Spill-Canvas/dp/B000A2H88U/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1254949326&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389966214774537186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4IK2AA1fDU/Ss0Btw7-O-I/AAAAAAAAAIY/GuzG6c9Gs-Q/s200/cd+blog2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/One-Fell-Swoop-Spill-Canvas/dp/B000A2H88U/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1254947865&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&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;3. We Don't Need To Whisper by Angels and Airwaves&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Dont-Need-Whisper-Angels-Airwaves/dp/B000F8DTDC/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1254949721&amp;amp;sr=1-2"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389967192347423986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4IK2AA1fDU/Ss0CmqrgtPI/AAAAAAAAAIg/EXN-ZHxvV5g/s200/cdb3.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;4. Chase This Light by Jimmy Eat World&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Chase-This-Light-Jimmy-World/dp/B000VQW7OK/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1254949757&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389967373844180178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4IK2AA1fDU/Ss0CxOztbNI/AAAAAAAAAIo/OWXlOoXKWnE/s200/cdb4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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;5.Paper Walls by Yellowcard&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Paper-Walls-Yellowcard/dp/B000R7I2U6/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1254948239&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389961883417533490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4IK2AA1fDU/Ssz9xpX_XDI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Cd45ZDkWC9c/s200/cdb5.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;6. Coming Home by New Found Glory&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Coming-Home-New-Found-Glory/dp/B000H7JDX6/ref=sr_1_4?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1254948459&amp;amp;sr=1-4"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389962781415399154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4IK2AA1fDU/Ssz-l6rXXvI/AAAAAAAAAHo/bE8AFba5fC8/s200/cdb6.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;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. A Lesson In Romantics by Mayday Parade&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Lesson-Romantics-Mayday-Parade/dp/B000RGSOKU/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1254948613&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389963422376492690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4IK2AA1fDU/Ssz_LOcZfpI/AAAAAAAAAHw/6HP0_bgOmk8/s200/cdb7.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;8. Before Everything and After by MxPx&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Before-Everything-After-MxPx/dp/B0000C52ER/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1254948730&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389963928982449106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4IK2AA1fDU/Ssz_otsq69I/AAAAAAAAAH4/8p9uYR58DVg/s200/cdb8.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;&lt;br /&gt;9. For Those Who Have Heart by A Day To Remember&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Before-Everything-After-MxPx/dp/B0000C52ER/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1254948730&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389964748502096338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4IK2AA1fDU/Ss0AYapYWdI/AAAAAAAAAIA/9wgPUMT0Ec4/s200/cdb9.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;10. Deja Entendu by Brand New&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Deja-Entendu-Brand-New/dp/B00009PJRD/ref=sr_1_4?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1254949048&amp;amp;sr=1-4"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389965622333684594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4IK2AA1fDU/Ss0BLR7EO3I/AAAAAAAAAII/peFjOp4MmLE/s200/cdb10.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/8840487043149387757-5473550163710115195?l=grindlethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindlethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5473550163710115195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840487043149387757&amp;postID=5473550163710115195' title='36 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840487043149387757/posts/default/5473550163710115195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840487043149387757/posts/default/5473550163710115195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindlethoughts.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-pod.html' title='My POD!'/><author><name>grindle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04300248793402688195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4IK2AA1fDU/SW6_a5D1gQI/AAAAAAAAABo/Janq0xecnp4/S220/Photo+192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4IK2AA1fDU/Ss0BcsClPOI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/__nlAtJW5ag/s72-c/cd+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840487043149387757.post-3501503403159984199</id><published>2009-04-30T08:25:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T08:45:06.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Love Baseball... or....Welcome To The Family</title><content type='html'>This past Tuesday I had the opportunity to go to the Diamondbacks Cubs game with some friends, and it was a blast. What made this game even more fun was that it was the first baseball game I took my fiance to. The whole ride up to the stadium I just talked her ear off about how much fun she was going to have and told her baseball is like a family. I explained that Basketball is a sport about ego, Football is a sport about being macho, and Baseball is about family. She didn't understand but I knew she soon would. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time at the game. We ate cheap hot dogs and just enjoyed friends. While we were getting food she noticed that people were high fiving me and giving me nods and asked "what was that all about," to which I replied, "Family." I was wearing my Boston Red Sox hat and other sox fans were just giving their respects. Well after the game we walked past the bars as all of the cubbies fans were celebrating their huge win against the D-Backs, and they start talking to us. This one guy, who noticed my hat, told us its all about believing in something and that Boston had 2004 and the cubs will have 09. He then went on to tell us about his amazing wife and started crying and then said go cubs and walked off. Kristen commented that that was a little weird, to which I just smiled. Then that guys nephew who was super drunk, started talking to us. He asked what Kristen did for a living after he found out that she was native Arizonian, and she told him that she was a teacher. This started an hour long conversation because he was a teacher as well. He went off on how students don't do homework and how they don't realize that they are hurting themselves in the long run. As we were rescued by a friend, the guy yelled Go Cubbies, and walked away. I then hugged Kristen and said that is what baseball is all about...Family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8840487043149387757-3501503403159984199?l=grindlethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindlethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3501503403159984199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840487043149387757&amp;postID=3501503403159984199' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840487043149387757/posts/default/3501503403159984199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840487043149387757/posts/default/3501503403159984199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindlethoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-i-love-baseball-orwelcome-to-family.html' title='Why I Love Baseball... or....Welcome To The Family'/><author><name>grindle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04300248793402688195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4IK2AA1fDU/SW6_a5D1gQI/AAAAAAAAABo/Janq0xecnp4/S220/Photo+192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840487043149387757.post-2024993797612466617</id><published>2009-04-23T09:58:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T10:21:45.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Actual Grindle Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Now I know I am not the best at being consistent with my blog, but believe me I am working on it. It just seems like my life is not full of those amazing moments to which I respond with, "Oh I can't wait to put that on my Blog." So I am starting fresh. I will try my hardest to at least put up two entries a week. So raise your glasses, and take a swig, as you join me on the journey of randomness that is my Life. This is the Blog of Jason Grindle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some random thoughts that I have had today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I wonder if soap is really made how Brad Pitt explains it in Fight Club. (This thought occurred while in the shower.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. It's sort of funny how much it sucks when you can't find that one deodorant that you always buy. (This thought derives from when I went to buy deodorant on Monday and Walmart didn't have my type and scent in stock. Instead of just buying a different scent, I ended scrapping my pit with the plastic of what was left of my stick. Don't worry I found my Old Spice Red Zone Pure Sport in a walmart on Gilbert and Germann.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How come Night Crawler wasn't in the third X-men movie. He is one of the best X-men there is and he such a huge role in the second film, but never made into The Last Stand. (This thought came to me as I was thinking about being a super-hero and counting down the day until X-men Origins comes out next Friday.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Why are tootsie rolls so Great;and if it is not chocolate then what is it? (I was eating a tootsie roll.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Hahahaha That is hilarious! (This thought came to me as I drove to work and saw a middle-aged man with a neck brace jogging with a chihuahua.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this thoughts from my brain have put a smile on your face and have caused you to have some random thoughts of your own. If so post some of your random thoughts as a comment to this blog entry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8840487043149387757-2024993797612466617?l=grindlethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindlethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2024993797612466617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840487043149387757&amp;postID=2024993797612466617' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840487043149387757/posts/default/2024993797612466617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840487043149387757/posts/default/2024993797612466617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindlethoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/actual-grindle-thoughts.html' title='Actual Grindle Thoughts'/><author><name>grindle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04300248793402688195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4IK2AA1fDU/SW6_a5D1gQI/AAAAAAAAABo/Janq0xecnp4/S220/Photo+192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840487043149387757.post-186898242207679069</id><published>2009-04-09T08:40:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T09:02:52.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Engaged...(Somethings are better than mustaches)</title><content type='html'>So I know this is super late, but I thought let everyone know that I am engaged to the most awesome girl in the world. My fiance' has a name and it is Kristen Moore and she is great. Here is the story of our engagement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought her ring on Thursday and Proposed on Friday. When she got off of work I took her to Red Robbin, then to see Monsters VS ALiens in 3D, which was hilarious by the way, then to the tempe town lake. I had stored the ring in my hoodie and placed it in my trunk before I got her, so I went to get it when we parked at the lake. SHe laughed at me while I was putting hoodie on and said I was being really awkward about it, but she had no idea.  Then we walked to the lake which took forever due to some festival that was going on and we sat at the place where she told me she loved me and talked. Unable to wait any longer i cut her off and asked her what her favorite moment of our relationship was, to which she said hanging out. Then  I told her to be more specific and then she said I don't know what is yours. Then I presented her with the awesome ring and said this one. Her response was a hit on the arm and then she told me to shut up, not what I was looking for but i knew she was excited. Then she said Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is how it went down, if you ask her the story will have more of an awww factor than I am able to create. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristen I love You!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8840487043149387757-186898242207679069?l=grindlethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindlethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/186898242207679069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840487043149387757&amp;postID=186898242207679069' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840487043149387757/posts/default/186898242207679069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840487043149387757/posts/default/186898242207679069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindlethoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-engagedsomethings-are-better-than.html' title='I am Engaged...(Somethings are better than mustaches)'/><author><name>grindle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04300248793402688195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4IK2AA1fDU/SW6_a5D1gQI/AAAAAAAAABo/Janq0xecnp4/S220/Photo+192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840487043149387757.post-7638852815584945856</id><published>2009-03-03T14:43:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T14:51:14.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mustache!</title><content type='html'>Throughout history there have been a number of great men who have sported the mustache and I am proud to be in that group!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4IK2AA1fDU/Sa2lub_ptVI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/zV3prXEakgI/s1600-h/Photo+400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4IK2AA1fDU/Sa2lub_ptVI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/zV3prXEakgI/s320/Photo+400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309081752946980178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4IK2AA1fDU/Sa2luJKgOcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/LMNXDZkFD78/s1600-h/ron_burgundy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4IK2AA1fDU/Sa2luJKgOcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/LMNXDZkFD78/s320/ron_burgundy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309081747892222402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4IK2AA1fDU/Sa2lgkQE9EI/AAAAAAAAAEA/sQWHvpTdt7o/s1600-h/real-mario-face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4IK2AA1fDU/Sa2lgkQE9EI/AAAAAAAAAEA/sQWHvpTdt7o/s320/real-mario-face.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309081514645189698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4IK2AA1fDU/Sa2lgV-u5eI/AAAAAAAAAD4/2Iz7rC7uCBY/s1600-h/brad_pitt_blueflys_blog_flypaper_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4IK2AA1fDU/Sa2lgV-u5eI/AAAAAAAAAD4/2Iz7rC7uCBY/s320/brad_pitt_blueflys_blog_flypaper_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309081510814344674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4IK2AA1fDU/Sa2lgIBz6OI/AAAAAAAAADw/xU26GCuLFsY/s1600-h/Ditka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4IK2AA1fDU/Sa2lgIBz6OI/AAAAAAAAADw/xU26GCuLFsY/s320/Ditka.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309081507069159650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4IK2AA1fDU/Sa2lgO-8mtI/AAAAAAAAADo/fKCceBaMGn8/s1600-h/hulk-hogan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4IK2AA1fDU/Sa2lgO-8mtI/AAAAAAAAADo/fKCceBaMGn8/s320/hulk-hogan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309081508936194770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4IK2AA1fDU/Sa2lgO7EwwI/AAAAAAAAADg/oSVbhAGB4z8/s1600-h/tom-selleck-magnum-pi-c10102602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4IK2AA1fDU/Sa2lgO7EwwI/AAAAAAAAADg/oSVbhAGB4z8/s320/tom-selleck-magnum-pi-c10102602.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309081508919952130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8840487043149387757-7638852815584945856?l=grindlethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindlethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7638852815584945856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840487043149387757&amp;postID=7638852815584945856' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840487043149387757/posts/default/7638852815584945856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840487043149387757/posts/default/7638852815584945856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindlethoughts.blogspot.com/2009/03/mustache.html' title='The Mustache!'/><author><name>grindle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04300248793402688195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4IK2AA1fDU/SW6_a5D1gQI/AAAAAAAAABo/Janq0xecnp4/S220/Photo+192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4IK2AA1fDU/Sa2lub_ptVI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/zV3prXEakgI/s72-c/Photo+400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840487043149387757.post-4148137704677320563</id><published>2009-02-18T11:05:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T11:16:06.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't be jealous of my childlike awesomeness!</title><content type='html'>So I have received a couple of not so nice  comments about my last post where I showed a picture of a toy that I put in my office. This picture was of a collector's item: The Hatch from LOST Season 1. This is my favorite show and I thought that this was cool, plus it lights up, so I got it. Well since I put one picture up of a toy in my office I figured that I would show the rest: Batman stuff and Ricky Bobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4IK2AA1fDU/SZxPu63VGSI/AAAAAAAAADY/hvJhCeIY6ek/s1600-h/Photo+392.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4IK2AA1fDU/SZxPu63VGSI/AAAAAAAAADY/hvJhCeIY6ek/s320/Photo+392.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304202128629504290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4IK2AA1fDU/SZxPuuzk5GI/AAAAAAAAADQ/5NDNfrAdTGk/s1600-h/Photo+391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4IK2AA1fDU/SZxPuuzk5GI/AAAAAAAAADQ/5NDNfrAdTGk/s320/Photo+391.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304202125392536674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4IK2AA1fDU/SZxPgnb5wZI/AAAAAAAAADI/RZAnycXJ1ow/s1600-h/Photo+389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4IK2AA1fDU/SZxPgnb5wZI/AAAAAAAAADI/RZAnycXJ1ow/s320/Photo+389.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304201882896023954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4IK2AA1fDU/SZxPgpFvvvI/AAAAAAAAADA/mc662SzxnFU/s1600-h/Photo+390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4IK2AA1fDU/SZxPgpFvvvI/AAAAAAAAADA/mc662SzxnFU/s320/Photo+390.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304201883339964146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4IK2AA1fDU/SZxPgrgALLI/AAAAAAAAAC4/OLAQAvgDHJM/s1600-h/Photo+393.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4IK2AA1fDU/SZxPgrgALLI/AAAAAAAAAC4/OLAQAvgDHJM/s320/Photo+393.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304201883986963634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4IK2AA1fDU/SZxPgWqVrmI/AAAAAAAAACw/rAJpGE05yoE/s1600-h/Photo+395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4IK2AA1fDU/SZxPgWqVrmI/AAAAAAAAACw/rAJpGE05yoE/s320/Photo+395.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304201878393171554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4IK2AA1fDU/SZxPgWXi6WI/AAAAAAAAACo/gADGau3SnQo/s1600-h/Photo+386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4IK2AA1fDU/SZxPgWXi6WI/AAAAAAAAACo/gADGau3SnQo/s320/Photo+386.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304201878314346850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8840487043149387757-4148137704677320563?l=grindlethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindlethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4148137704677320563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840487043149387757&amp;postID=4148137704677320563' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840487043149387757/posts/default/4148137704677320563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840487043149387757/posts/default/4148137704677320563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindlethoughts.blogspot.com/2009/02/dont-be-jealous-of-my-childlike.html' title='Don&apos;t be jealous of my childlike awesomeness!'/><author><name>grindle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04300248793402688195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4IK2AA1fDU/SW6_a5D1gQI/AAAAAAAAABo/Janq0xecnp4/S220/Photo+192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4IK2AA1fDU/SZxPu63VGSI/AAAAAAAAADY/hvJhCeIY6ek/s72-c/Photo+392.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840487043149387757.post-596838090276784075</id><published>2009-02-17T16:33:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T16:34:58.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am still a kid and I love it!</title><content type='html'>The newest toy in my office.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4IK2AA1fDU/SZtJfo0MWLI/AAAAAAAAACg/EF3Clxfcfvk/s1600-h/Photo+385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4IK2AA1fDU/SZtJfo0MWLI/AAAAAAAAACg/EF3Clxfcfvk/s320/Photo+385.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303913794039994546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...The Hatch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8840487043149387757-596838090276784075?l=grindlethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindlethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/596838090276784075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840487043149387757&amp;postID=596838090276784075' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840487043149387757/posts/default/596838090276784075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840487043149387757/posts/default/596838090276784075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindlethoughts.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-still-kid-and-i-love-it.html' title='I am still a kid and I love it!'/><author><name>grindle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04300248793402688195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4IK2AA1fDU/SW6_a5D1gQI/AAAAAAAAABo/Janq0xecnp4/S220/Photo+192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4IK2AA1fDU/SZtJfo0MWLI/AAAAAAAAACg/EF3Clxfcfvk/s72-c/Photo+385.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840487043149387757.post-7325722668810716845</id><published>2009-02-09T17:20:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T10:30:15.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Used To Play Music Together....</title><content type='html'>So yesterday I read some very exciting news... Blink-182 is back together!!!! Now I know this may not be that exciting to most of you but you do not know my story. I Love music, and this love for music started one day when I found a cd on a sidewalk. That cd was Blink-182's Dude Ranch. I was a very excited seventh grader. I went home and put it in my cd player and fell in love. Now, being a pastor's kid, I made sure to always listened to Blink with my head phones. When my parents found out about blink and their lyrics they were not the happiest and gave me a talk. But they lost the arguement because my dad was also a pastor's kid who loved Elvis (same story different musician). So when I pulled the Elvis card I won. &lt;br /&gt;I was obbsessed with Blink, they were the reason I picked up the guitar and started singing. When blink would go on tour I always wanted to go but there was always something stopping me. One day when I was a Sophmore in High School, a friend at school offered me a free ticket with a backstage pass and my mom said I couldn't go because it was Mother's Day weekend! Now don't get me wrong I love my mom, but let's just say I wasn't a happy person that day and I may have voiced that in some way. Then the years passed and in my senior year Blink went on tour again and they were coming close to home on May 16th. Now I was so excited because I could drive and there was nothing that was going to get my way. When I asked/told my parents I was going they said okay! I was so excited!! Then when I told them when, my mother sadly told me that that was the same day as my graduation. I told her that they could mail me my diploma because I wouldn't be there. Well to make a loooooong arguement short, I didn't get to go. My dad said, "Jason ... it's Blink-182, they are going to be around for a while!" Right after that tour, Blink was no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They broke up in February of 2005 and it was a day that would live in infamy...or so I thought. This past Sunday at the Grammt's, for the first time together since the break, Blink presented an award for best rock album of the year. Right before the did this, Travis Barker, so "excitedly", announced that they were back together for good. They are to have a cd out this summer!!! Oh and no matter what happens...I will be at this tour!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4IK2AA1fDU/SZG309clagI/AAAAAAAAACY/dXLWHqqNoyQ/s1600-h/281x211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 211px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4IK2AA1fDU/SZG309clagI/AAAAAAAAACY/dXLWHqqNoyQ/s320/281x211.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301220356867320322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SrVSlZm4K9g&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8840487043149387757-7325722668810716845?l=grindlethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindlethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7325722668810716845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840487043149387757&amp;postID=7325722668810716845' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840487043149387757/posts/default/7325722668810716845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840487043149387757/posts/default/7325722668810716845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindlethoughts.blogspot.com/2009/02/we-used-to-play-music-together.html' title='We Used To Play Music Together....'/><author><name>grindle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04300248793402688195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4IK2AA1fDU/SW6_a5D1gQI/AAAAAAAAABo/Janq0xecnp4/S220/Photo+192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4IK2AA1fDU/SZG309clagI/AAAAAAAAACY/dXLWHqqNoyQ/s72-c/281x211.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840487043149387757.post-5926961252687681219</id><published>2009-01-16T02:12:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T02:29:37.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Habits Die Hard... or You Can't Teach a Dumb Dog New Tricks!</title><content type='html'>So it is 2:15 am and I just finished a paper that is due by 5 pm tomorrow. Here is the problem with that, I have to be at the church in less than six hours for our winter retreat, and I still have not packed!!!! For some reason I decided to take my sweet time and write my paper as slow as possible, letting every little thing distract me. In my adventures of procrastination tonight I found a cover of Brittany Spears' Womanizer by The All American Rejects. They dress like hillbillies and claim that they did it better so I watched, and they did ha! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am part of the worship team this weekend at camp and I know it is going to be an amazing weekend, even with no sleep! I will be joining the Third Format team for worship, which makes me happy because I love those guys and tara (the girl drummer). It will be a fun time. I will also be leading a small group. which makes me happy because I miss the guys that were in my small group.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please keep us in your prayers as we do camp in the Cold. Pray that God does amazing things this weekend! I will tell you how it goes when I get back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8840487043149387757-5926961252687681219?l=grindlethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindlethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5926961252687681219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840487043149387757&amp;postID=5926961252687681219' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840487043149387757/posts/default/5926961252687681219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840487043149387757/posts/default/5926961252687681219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindlethoughts.blogspot.com/2009/01/old-habits-die-hard-or-you-cant-teach.html' title='Old Habits Die Hard... or You Can&apos;t Teach a Dumb Dog New Tricks!'/><author><name>grindle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04300248793402688195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4IK2AA1fDU/SW6_a5D1gQI/AAAAAAAAABo/Janq0xecnp4/S220/Photo+192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840487043149387757.post-9163057431079289701</id><published>2009-01-12T17:23:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T17:46:23.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kansas City to Denver to Phoenix!</title><content type='html'>I am currently in Kansas City sitting in the airport, the smallest airport in the world! For those of you who do not know, I am a student at Manhattan Christian College in Manhattan Kansas, but I now live in Mesa Arizona. I took an internship position last May and they asked me to stay longer. So, after a whole month of prayer I felt that this is what God wanted me to do, so I stayed. From time to time I fly back to Kansas to take a class or to knock out some school related hurdle that stands in the way of me getting that amazing piece of paper that will get me my dream job with low pay! This has been a difficult year though because my I am doing something that my school has never done before. It is actually a huge pain in the butt!!! I have about two classes that the school doesn't think I can do long distance. But you know what they say, "Doing God's will is usually not that easy!" I can hear in the administrations voices, how much of an "inconvenience" I being for them, but to that I say change is never easy. I am single handedly changing the future of my school and it is tough but they will end up thanking me for being the inconvenience so that this can be convenient for students of the future! In thirty years I will have finally graduated and then will have school paid off when I hit the age 85, but I know it will be well worth it ... I hope! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I am now waiting to board my flight and I have about an hour and a half. I got here so early because I have been conditioned to the chaos that is Sky Harbor Airport security and baggage check. The airport in Kansas City is about the size of your grandma's trailer park, and I forgot, so now I must wait. However, I am extremely excited because after I fly to Denver and then to Phoenix, I will get to hug my amazing girlfriend!!!!! Happy six months Kristen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8840487043149387757-9163057431079289701?l=grindlethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindlethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/9163057431079289701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840487043149387757&amp;postID=9163057431079289701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840487043149387757/posts/default/9163057431079289701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840487043149387757/posts/default/9163057431079289701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindlethoughts.blogspot.com/2009/01/kansas-city-to-denver-to-phoenix.html' title='Kansas City to Denver to Phoenix!'/><author><name>grindle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04300248793402688195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4IK2AA1fDU/SW6_a5D1gQI/AAAAAAAAABo/Janq0xecnp4/S220/Photo+192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840487043149387757.post-4224657412189506949</id><published>2009-01-10T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T21:16:29.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hero or Villain?</title><content type='html'>I am 23 and I still have the desire of every 10 year old boy: I want to be a super hero in the worst way! I have always wanted to be part of this amazing world where people can do things that make them anything but normal. But my dream, after so many years of waiting, might be coming true, and I find my self at a cross-road! Here is my story:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past fall I started watching seasons of Smallville and began having strange dreams at night. I would dream that I had the powers of Clark Kent and people were always after me. I would always wake up right taking care of a bad guy or two, and these dreams started to become addicting. After a while I found myself turning into Lex Luther (the villain in the story); I found myself wanting to get back into the story. But this lifestyle started to leak into my everyday life. I would find myself in staff meetings trying to get a pen to slide across the table into my hand, only to feel defeat. Well, as Smallville went downhill after season 6, I started to watch a show that introduced me to the hunger, leading me to my crossroad. That show was Heroes! If you have no idea what this show is about, all I can say is PLEASE WATCH! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watching this show introduced me to the hunger, the hunger for power! There is a character in this show known as Sylar, who for some reason I developed a liking for. Sylar is the villain of this story, who has a hunger for other people's abilities. After watching this show and being introduced to the hunger, I went to my girlfriend's house. While jumping on my girlfriend's trampoline I decided to lay down and relax. All of a sudden I started to notice something: I could hear static electricity surges building up while the hair on my arms started to stand up, then I felt the charge. After feeling this energy coarse through my body, I decided to try something that I had attempted before. I put out my hand, focused, and then it happened. There were a couple of leaves and after hard concentration, they slid across the trampoline and floated to my hand. NO JOKE! I finally had it, the power was mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keeping this secret to myself, my girlfriend and I went to Wal-Mart. While we were walking around, and thinking about what had happened, I reached out my hand again to touch my &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;girlfriends arm and thats when it happened. ZAP! I shocked her and I saw the charge leave my finger and she let out a loud OUCH! Was this because of the trampoline? I wasn't sure, so I tried again....ZAP ZAP! She yelled again. It wasn't a dream, I had a power... I could produce electricity! We walked around Wal-Mart for almost an hour, and every time I touched her or anything metal I could see and hear a shock. Then when I explained what had happened to me, she touched me and she was shocked as well. Sadly, after we left, my power was gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But now I am in Kansas, and it's back!!! I touched my friend's washer and dryer at the same time and I could feel electricity pulsing though my body... this time, it hurt. Soon afterward, the zaps started again. Now the hunger for power has returned, leaving me with a question: What is my destiny, Hero or Villain? I guess I will just see what happens. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4IK2AA1fDU/SWlvtgMINcI/AAAAAAAAABg/mg_8ovmKi5s/s320/Photo+350.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289882064848958914" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8840487043149387757-4224657412189506949?l=grindlethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindlethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4224657412189506949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840487043149387757&amp;postID=4224657412189506949' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840487043149387757/posts/default/4224657412189506949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840487043149387757/posts/default/4224657412189506949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindlethoughts.blogspot.com/2009/01/hero-or-villain.html' title='Hero or Villain?'/><author><name>grindle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04300248793402688195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4IK2AA1fDU/SW6_a5D1gQI/AAAAAAAAABo/Janq0xecnp4/S220/Photo+192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4IK2AA1fDU/SWlvtgMINcI/AAAAAAAAABg/mg_8ovmKi5s/s72-c/Photo+350.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840487043149387757.post-130411222798289960</id><published>2008-10-28T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T16:02:54.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You may feel like you have been hit by an Mac-Truck!</title><content type='html'>So today I received a flu shot at work that could kill me. After I received the shot the lady told me that for the next two weeks I might have flu like symptoms and feel like i have been hit by an 18-wheeler! Now, it only seems logical that if a person was hit by an 18-Wheeler, it would kill him! So I guess I just received a shot of death!!!! So it was nice knowing everyone, I am glad I got to know you, but apparently in two weeks I am going to be a human pancake. When people ask how did he end up like this the crime scene investigators will most like say "He was hit by a truck that just Flu by!"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8840487043149387757-130411222798289960?l=grindlethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindlethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/130411222798289960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840487043149387757&amp;postID=130411222798289960' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840487043149387757/posts/default/130411222798289960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840487043149387757/posts/default/130411222798289960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindlethoughts.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-may-feel-like-you-have-been-hit-by.html' title='You may feel like you have been hit by an Mac-Truck!'/><author><name>grindle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04300248793402688195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4IK2AA1fDU/SW6_a5D1gQI/AAAAAAAAABo/Janq0xecnp4/S220/Photo+192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840487043149387757.post-5435870587552594193</id><published>2008-10-14T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T10:00:06.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Nicodemus!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51);font-family:Calibri;font-size:15;"  &gt;Today I started reading the book of John and something really stuck out to me. I realized that I am more like Nicodemus than I am John the Baptist. What I mean by that is this: Here is John the Baptist telling about the one who will come. The one who John says he is unfit to untie Jesus' sandal. John knows what Jesus can do and he acknowledges that without a doubt. He is paving the way f&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Helvetica;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51);font-family:Calibri;font-size:15;"  &gt;or Christ and his work. Then you have Nicodemus who goes to Jesus and says that he knows that Jesus is the teacher from heaven because of the signs he has performed. Jesus tells him no one can see the kingdom unless he has been born again, and Nicodemus tries to see the logic in that and becomes confused saying that its impossible for a grown man to physically be born again!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12pt;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:11;"&gt; When reading this today it really hit me that I am like Nicodemus! I am always trying to make sense of everything and not really taking time to understand what God is telling me, I always cut him short with a question of doubt. The statement that really cut deep is when Jesus is explaining all of this to Nicodemus, Nicodemus throws in another question asking, "How can this be?" Then Jesus says in John 3:10 &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;"You are &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Israel&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;'s teacher, and you do not understand these things?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Every time I read this verse I can hear Jesus' heart breaking and picture a tear swell up in his eye. It’s kind of like Jesus is say WHY DON’T YOU GET THIS!! This hit home because I  am a "teacher" as well and sometimes I don’t get it, I don’t always have the passion for Christ like John the Baptist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12pt;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:15;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Helvetica;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12pt;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:11;"&gt;Another thing that convicted me was a song that I recently listened to. This song is about how Christians have exchanged truth for a lie and that our biggest sin is our religion. The line that hit me was "I'll just read a book, I got no time to walk the narrow path." So many times we as Christians read how to books about living like a Christian and we just don’t live like a Christian! Well, at least I know I have that problem. I have read so many books about this that I should be a super Christian but I think we tend to use that I gaining knowledge and growing in the Lord card. Now I am not saying that there is anything wrong with Christian living books, I like them, but I think we need to put down the books for a little bit and show the world who Christ is. At least I need to!&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12pt;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:11;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12pt;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:11;"&gt; Christ didn’t call us to read he called use to Lead!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8840487043149387757-5435870587552594193?l=grindlethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindlethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5435870587552594193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840487043149387757&amp;postID=5435870587552594193' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840487043149387757/posts/default/5435870587552594193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840487043149387757/posts/default/5435870587552594193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindlethoughts.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-nicodemus.html' title='I&apos;m Nicodemus!'/><author><name>grindle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04300248793402688195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4IK2AA1fDU/SW6_a5D1gQI/AAAAAAAAABo/Janq0xecnp4/S220/Photo+192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
