<?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-5519473</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:09:26.277-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Toejam &amp; Squirt</title><subtitle type='html'>-*- I am the taco -*-</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toejamandsquirt.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toejamandsquirt.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>JJAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726450575437126183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>85</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519473.post-110114265126553820</id><published>2004-11-22T11:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T12:27:27.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Blog is Moving</title><summary type='text'>To those it may concern. I am moving this blog to this new address:http://www.toejamandsquirt.blog-city.com/I am currently working on getting my archives over. Other than that, Look there for updates.Peace</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/110114265126553820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/110114265126553820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toejamandsquirt.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110114265126553820' title='This Blog is Moving'/><author><name>JJAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726450575437126183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519473.post-110107023706885520</id><published>2004-11-21T15:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T15:50:37.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I honestly don't know what to do with blogger. It lags out like a bitch, and when it doesn't, it takes me forever to actually post something. Which is really gay. I'm still looking around for someplace to go. Angelfire would be cool, except for the fact that the actual post page for entries always has errors on it, so you can't use more than half the features on it.I don't know what to do. I'll</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/110107023706885520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/110107023706885520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toejamandsquirt.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110107023706885520' title=''/><author><name>JJAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726450575437126183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519473.post-110045061314818525</id><published>2004-11-14T11:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T11:43:33.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah</title><summary type='text'>I've been looking around for a new place for a blog. Blogger just doesn't really seem to like me much anymore. I've even been thinking about using my own domain to just make my own again. I dunno. In reality, blogger has been lagging out on me, and it's pissing me off. Hence why the lack of posts. Either or, I don't have much to update on. Well, I do, but i just don't feel like sitting in front </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/110045061314818525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/110045061314818525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toejamandsquirt.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110045061314818525' title='Blah'/><author><name>JJAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726450575437126183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519473.post-109724783171188941</id><published>2004-10-08T10:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T11:03:51.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I really only keep up with 2 blogs anymore. I started with only around 7, but eh who cares.Recently on Colleens Blog, she's been having a lot of crap going on. I feel for her, I really do. I know she's older than I am, so she's been out of school for a long time, yet with everything that's been going on, it seems like she's back in middle school. Having to deal with people being childish, name </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/109724783171188941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/109724783171188941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toejamandsquirt.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109724783171188941' title=''/><author><name>JJAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726450575437126183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519473.post-109525711198444110</id><published>2004-09-15T09:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T10:05:54.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Updates</title><summary type='text'>My office chair broke last night. It now leans to the left when sat in. How gay is that.I picked out colors for the office and spare bedroom finally. The colors are pretty close, but one is slightly darker than the other. The office and spare bedroom are going to be switched, but I need to paint the new office room first since it will be easier.John had an interview for a new job. He got the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/109525711198444110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/109525711198444110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toejamandsquirt.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109525711198444110' title='Just Updates'/><author><name>JJAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726450575437126183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519473.post-109465232121020435</id><published>2004-09-08T09:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T12:22:03.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Daydream Believer"</title><summary type='text'>I had a dream last night, one that didn't wake me up until the alarm went off. It was one of those dreams that take everything from what you think your family, house, etc will be like. Needless to say I did not want to wake up. I've have dreams about what my children would look like before, but this one made me really happy for some reason. Maybe because for once the father wasn't just a big blur</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/109465232121020435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/109465232121020435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toejamandsquirt.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109465232121020435' title='&quot;Daydream Believer&quot;'/><author><name>JJAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726450575437126183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519473.post-109405226027736444</id><published>2004-09-01T11:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T11:24:20.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Birthday</title><summary type='text'>Well, I know that I have been lacking in the posting dept, but I've been busy, and I just havn't felt like posting. Not that anyone really reads my blog anyways, but I have a few people that do.Well, I celebrated my birthday on Aug 13th. I went up to Wisconsin on the 12th and left the 17th. God did I have a blast, and I had the busiest time too.Thursday - 30 mins after I got off the plane, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/109405226027736444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/109405226027736444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toejamandsquirt.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109405226027736444' title='Busy Birthday'/><author><name>JJAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726450575437126183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519473.post-109219484327855659</id><published>2004-08-10T23:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T23:27:23.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Babble Rabble Mabble</title><summary type='text'>11:20 - Magic Dance from Labrynith Soundtrack on MusicMatch11:21 - Song ends11:21 - From the Inside by Linkin Park is now on11:21 - Rambling on Blog11:22 - Preparing to go to WI...PricelessWelp, not to much longer and I will be in WI. I can't wait. It's going to be so busy.Thursday - Chillin with DeniseFriday - Birthday Party (on my actual day of birth) at Have a Nice Day CafeSaturday -</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/109219484327855659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/109219484327855659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toejamandsquirt.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109219484327855659' title='Babble Rabble Mabble'/><author><name>JJAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726450575437126183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519473.post-109137078911392509</id><published>2004-08-01T10:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T10:34:03.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The moral of the story...</title><summary type='text'>The young boy whapped the whipping willow with a dead stick.The young boy got whapped by the whipping willow with its tree limb.The young boy ran to town and told everyone about the whipping willow.The whipping willow never got whapped again.The young boy was put into a mental institution.The moral of the story?Don't whip the whipping willow; because the willow will live to whap another day</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/109137078911392509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/109137078911392509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toejamandsquirt.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109137078911392509' title='The moral of the story...'/><author><name>JJAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726450575437126183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519473.post-109121991261263222</id><published>2004-07-30T16:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T16:39:25.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"shh..quiet..."</title><summary type='text'>i never clam to be a smart person, nor a very active person, hence the lateness on the blog posts. creative juices not flowing you ask? no, just lazy, and not much to say. but i have some updates:i sliced the tip of my pinky finger, which is going to scar quite nastily.i then had a steak knife break while using it, and it pinched my finger making it bleedi dyed my hair blue/black awhile ago, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/109121991261263222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/109121991261263222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toejamandsquirt.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109121991261263222' title='&quot;shh..quiet...&quot;'/><author><name>JJAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726450575437126183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519473.post-108989301923827242</id><published>2004-07-15T08:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T08:16:49.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored</title><summary type='text'>Go #9Since I have moved to Charlotte, I have become quite the NASCAR fan. I must admit, there's always been something about cars going 200mph that can pull you in to watch, but I never really got into it in Wisconsin. Maybe that's because I had a job, a car, and friends to hang out with. Who knows, but I really enjoy watching it. That is unless of course, Tony Stewart does something stuipd.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/108989301923827242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/108989301923827242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toejamandsquirt.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108989301923827242' title='Bored'/><author><name>JJAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726450575437126183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519473.post-108819343632904069</id><published>2004-06-25T15:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T15:59:58.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Make a JJAM</title><summary type='text'>How to make a JJAMIngredients:3 parts competetiveness1 part crazyiness5 parts beautyMethod:Add to a cocktail shaker and mix vigorously. Add a little emotion if desired!Username:Personality cocktailFrom Go-Quiz.comHell yeah, all I have to say about that.Peace</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/108819343632904069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/108819343632904069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toejamandsquirt.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108819343632904069' title='Make a JJAM'/><author><name>JJAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726450575437126183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519473.post-108745044398315915</id><published>2004-06-17T01:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T01:43:08.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Number 9</title><summary type='text'>Don't screw him over this time if he's in the lead NASCAR. He could have won, if you would have called a fukin caution like you should have.Peace</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/108745044398315915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/108745044398315915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toejamandsquirt.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108745044398315915' title='Go Number 9'/><author><name>JJAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726450575437126183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519473.post-108744662393286915</id><published>2004-06-17T00:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T01:12:44.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'>12:30 am, what are you doing right now?</title><summary type='text'>Probably sleeping like a normal person would be, but me, eh, I'm not normal. Nor am I kind, nor do I give a damn, nor am I short.Bad mood you think I'm in? No Yoda, just pissed that I can't sleep since I have to get up, oh, in about 6 hrs. I have hospital duty tomorrow for John's mom. She's out of surgery, and doped up on morphine. Quite funny actually. I'm starting to think she likes me more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/108744662393286915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/108744662393286915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toejamandsquirt.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108744662393286915' title='12:30 am, what are you doing right now?'/><author><name>JJAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726450575437126183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519473.post-108509589475470099</id><published>2004-05-20T19:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T19:38:45.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You're joking right?</title><summary type='text'>You're a Speak &amp; Spell!!  You nerd, you.  Justbecause you were disguised as a toy doesn'tmean you weren't educational, you sneakybastard. What childhood toy from the 80s are you?  brought to you by QuizillaANDGay Bear Which Dysfunctional Care Bear Are You? brought to you by QuizillaWho the hell takes the time to come up with this shit?I'm a spell and speak? WTF, for all those people </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/108509589475470099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/108509589475470099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toejamandsquirt.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108509589475470099' title='You&apos;re joking right?'/><author><name>JJAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726450575437126183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519473.post-108501809628165886</id><published>2004-05-19T21:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T22:10:35.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Let the music play..."</title><summary type='text'>JJAM, Madmathias, DeniseMadmathias, Deane, Denise -&gt;Don't remember what they were dancing too, but who cares, they got bloody fucking wasted on my birthday, I didn't, because I knew I was going to have to drive Denise home. Well at least over to my brother's APT at the time.Was a fun time, would have been better if my ankle wasn't messed up at the time. Just earlier that day, I got the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/108501809628165886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/108501809628165886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toejamandsquirt.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108501809628165886' title='&quot;Let the music play...&quot;'/><author><name>JJAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726450575437126183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519473.post-108487980425098935</id><published>2004-05-18T07:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T07:54:11.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Billy Jean's, not my lover..."</title><summary type='text'>Dancing MadmathiasI love pictures, I love posting pictures. Dancing Madmathias, which just so happens to be my brother, on my 21st birthday.Yay right? My brother rocks. Only person I know that will get up and bust a move to M.J. and everyone thinks it's the shit.My family is going to be down soon, so I figured I would try to post some pictures of my homeland...Wisconsin.John was makin fun</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/108487980425098935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/108487980425098935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toejamandsquirt.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108487980425098935' title='&quot;Billy Jean&apos;s, not my lover...&quot;'/><author><name>JJAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726450575437126183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519473.post-108465358439618868</id><published>2004-05-15T16:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-15T16:40:55.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Button for GuidoPlain and simple, a button for Guido from his request. Hope you like.Peace</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/108465358439618868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/108465358439618868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toejamandsquirt.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108465358439618868' title=''/><author><name>JJAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726450575437126183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519473.post-108463831964173979</id><published>2004-05-15T12:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-15T13:26:22.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life, what beeth this thing "Life"</title><summary type='text'>Blog Buttons I Made   Linkage Buttons I Made   More Linkage Buttons I Made (except blogfrocks)   A little button crazy huh? Can't help it, I got bored the other day, and just went crazy. All in all I think I did a pretty good job. I have to say though, that the Flingus Blog one is my favorite, it just looks all cool and stuffs.I think I'm getting the hang of it a little, so maybe one day,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/108463831964173979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/108463831964173979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toejamandsquirt.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108463831964173979' title='Life, what beeth this thing &quot;Life&quot;'/><author><name>JJAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726450575437126183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519473.post-108439053353471436</id><published>2004-05-12T15:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T15:37:35.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Icon's Anyone?</title><summary type='text'>Toejam and Squirt Icon A little on the big size, but I don't care, because no one's more than likely going to use it, so why should I care?I would have made it rectangle and smaller, but then you couldn't even see the text, can't help it I'm picky.Anyways, tryin out this new Hello thing, it's okay, a little confusing, not really what I wanted to do, but eh, at least now I can post some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/108439053353471436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/108439053353471436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toejamandsquirt.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108439053353471436' title='Icon&apos;s Anyone?'/><author><name>JJAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726450575437126183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519473.post-108438220434992296</id><published>2004-05-12T13:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T13:16:44.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF</title><summary type='text'>Or I guess I'll just do it now...goddamnit...fuck...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/108438220434992296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/108438220434992296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toejamandsquirt.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108438220434992296' title='WTF'/><author><name>JJAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726450575437126183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519473.post-108438212964933375</id><published>2004-05-12T13:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T13:15:29.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Stuffs Ey...</title><summary type='text'>Well, I have to say that this new blogger set up is a little different than I'm use to. Though maybe this is a good thing.I'm thinking of changing over to one of the new templates. It's obvious that my pictures and things don't work anymore, so it's not like I'm going to lose much.I already copied all my links and stuff, and my comment code for whoever I go through, I think it's haloscan.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/108438212964933375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/108438212964933375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toejamandsquirt.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108438212964933375' title='New Stuffs Ey...'/><author><name>JJAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726450575437126183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519473.post-108333083204618230</id><published>2004-04-30T08:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T09:18:16.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Crappy</title><summary type='text'>So here it is, my brothers birthday, sent him a birthday present, but not sure if he updated his amazon address, so if he didn't, it got shipped to his old one. How fucking gay is that?I'm bored, living the life of not having to work is finally getting to me. I really don't want to do anything anymore. I don't want to be on the computer, I don't want to watch TV, I sure as hell don't want to do</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/108333083204618230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/108333083204618230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toejamandsquirt.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108333083204618230' title='Crappy'/><author><name>JJAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726450575437126183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519473.post-108264232594698431</id><published>2004-04-22T09:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T10:01:44.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moncheche</title><summary type='text'>I'm bored, I mean really bored. The house is finally getting to me. All I want to do is be lazy, but what I really want is a job.I'm bidding my time because there is a new G-Store development just down the road from our sub-division. Hopefully I'll be able to snag a job once the place opens, hopefully.Other than that, things have been pretty boring. Not a whole lot going on really. We still </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/108264232594698431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/108264232594698431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toejamandsquirt.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108264232594698431' title='Moncheche'/><author><name>JJAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726450575437126183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519473.post-108188663381055317</id><published>2004-04-13T16:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T16:06:44.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><summary type='text'>This will be the 3rd time I've tried to post, and if this doesn't work, screw blogger. I'll buy my own damn website name for 10 bucks a year again, like I did with TsE.Florida was awesome, I got a burn, which will not be turning into a tan, because it's peeling away, *sigh*I'm pretty tired still, so this isn't going to be a long post. Plus I'm trying to get some other stuff done around the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/108188663381055317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/108188663381055317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toejamandsquirt.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108188663381055317' title='Updates'/><author><name>JJAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726450575437126183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519473.post-108163944355985943</id><published>2004-04-10T19:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-10T19:26:50.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><summary type='text'>Back from Flordia, will have to wait until I'm not tired anymore to know what it was like.Peace</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/108163944355985943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/108163944355985943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toejamandsquirt.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108163944355985943' title='Tired'/><author><name>JJAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726450575437126183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519473.post-108091155226175195</id><published>2004-04-02T08:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T08:15:11.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jealous are We?</title><summary type='text'>Ahh, sweet sweet Friday love. I love Fridays, granted I don't work, but I have a man that does, and Saturday is our day when we do stuffs together and don't worry about what time it is.Got my hair done yesterday, and all I can say is...I LOVE IT...only cost 53 dollars. I thought it was going to cost much more considering how long it took. But to get a visual, I got my hair dyed, red, a nice </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/108091155226175195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/108091155226175195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toejamandsquirt.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108091155226175195' title='Jealous are We?'/><author><name>JJAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726450575437126183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519473.post-108039117829896544</id><published>2004-03-27T07:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-27T07:42:11.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"GOOD MORNIN BLOGGERS"</title><summary type='text'>Ugh, I still feel poopy from last night. I went to be at 8pm because I felt like I was going to vomit, I never did, I just felt like crap. Must have been sympathy pains for my brutha.Either or, I'm feelin alot better this morning, wich is now only 723 in the AM on a SATURDAY! wtf chuck, granted I know going to bed a 8 had something to do with it, but come on now, I woke up before 7, this is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/108039117829896544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/108039117829896544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toejamandsquirt.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108039117829896544' title='&quot;GOOD MORNIN BLOGGERS&quot;'/><author><name>JJAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726450575437126183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519473.post-108006926915283029</id><published>2004-03-23T14:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T14:16:58.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Posty Posty Posty</title><summary type='text'>Everyone else is doin it, I might as well too. Besides, it count's for a post.FIRSTSFirst job: subwayFirst screen name: twilight1303First self purchased CD: TLC crazy sexy coolFirst piercing/tattoo: First ever, ears, now i have lip, a tattoo on my left calf, and 3 inbetween my shoulder bladesFirst true love: true love? i have a first loveFirst enemy: to many to remember or careLASTS</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/108006926915283029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/108006926915283029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toejamandsquirt.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108006926915283029' title='Posty Posty Posty'/><author><name>JJAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726450575437126183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519473.post-107962494174970898</id><published>2004-03-18T10:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T10:51:25.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I can smell your brains</title><summary type='text'>This has to go as one of my new favorite songs. Right along with Incubus - Warning. If you know anything about me, or read any of my past posts, you might be able to understand why I like it so much. It's a good song, should dl it from iTunes.The Reason - HoobastankI'm not a perfect personAs many things I wish I didn't doBut I continue learningI never meant to do those things to youAnd so</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/107962494174970898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/107962494174970898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toejamandsquirt.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107962494174970898' title='I can smell your brains'/><author><name>JJAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726450575437126183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519473.post-107900762109960056</id><published>2004-03-11T07:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T07:22:37.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Florida, I'm on my way...</title><summary type='text'>You want an update, here's your update. I'm going to Florida soon. HA HA HA HA HA.I am the shit. :)Peace</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/107900762109960056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/107900762109960056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toejamandsquirt.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107900762109960056' title='Florida, I&apos;m on my way...'/><author><name>JJAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726450575437126183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519473.post-107840833714325600</id><published>2004-03-04T08:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T08:54:27.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Exercise, What a Fun Thing</title><summary type='text'>God I hurt, I so fucking hurt all over, and I thought that my muscles were going to rip through my skin and say "Fuck you! What the hell are you doing, I'm outta here!"In case you haven't put 2 and 2 together, I actually did exercise yesterday. It was really fun, but I think I over did it. I know that I'm out of shape and that I have to start off small and then work up to doing more, but I was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/107840833714325600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/107840833714325600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toejamandsquirt.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107840833714325600' title='Exercise, What a Fun Thing'/><author><name>JJAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726450575437126183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519473.post-107807802986649961</id><published>2004-02-29T13:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T13:09:16.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hogwash</title><summary type='text'>You know, one of these days, I'll actually get my lil blog looking how I want it. But until then, It's going to look like a giant cartoon artist went apeshit for the 50's look.See, I don't know how to get cool background pic's and change the layout and stuffs yet. I've gotten a lot better, with figuring out stuff, but I'm still not good enough to really want to mess around with it.Besides, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/107807802986649961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/107807802986649961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toejamandsquirt.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107807802986649961' title='Hogwash'/><author><name>JJAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726450575437126183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519473.post-107645642895660089</id><published>2004-02-10T18:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T18:42:15.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Castsup, Ketchup, Catchup</title><summary type='text'>So...things have finally started to calm down a little...but just a little. John's mom is starting to get a lot better, and tomorrow is the first day that I'm not going to go over there since her surgery. So just in case she needs help, she knows to call John and have him call me where I am, incase I'm not home.My back is finally starting to feel better. I actually had to go to the Doctor over </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/107645642895660089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/107645642895660089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toejamandsquirt.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107645642895660089' title='Castsup, Ketchup, Catchup'/><author><name>JJAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726450575437126183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519473.post-107589645438530465</id><published>2004-02-04T07:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T07:09:15.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy</title><summary type='text'>Sorry I haven't been around to post much, but right now, I'm waiting for John's mom's car to warm up, because Deb and I have been takin shifts helpin her out after her surgery. I get the mornin's while Deb's at work, and Deb get's the evenings. So I've been a little tired, and not to mention my back has been killing me for about a week. But anyways, I'll post more once things start to calm back </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/107589645438530465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/107589645438530465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toejamandsquirt.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107589645438530465' title='Busy'/><author><name>JJAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726450575437126183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519473.post-107471758991176449</id><published>2004-01-21T15:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T15:41:16.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This and That</title><summary type='text'>Well, would you look at this, two days in a row. Wow, I can't believe it. I've changed the number of posts that show to 2, but I might just have to change it to 3.John's mom goes in for her surgery on Monday. She had one of those gastric by passes. For those of you who don't know what that means, in dummy terms "she had her stomach stapled" though that's not really all that accurate. She goes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/107471758991176449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/107471758991176449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toejamandsquirt.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107471758991176449' title='This and That'/><author><name>JJAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726450575437126183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519473.post-107464608211581166</id><published>2004-01-20T19:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T19:49:28.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Father Figure</title><summary type='text'>Ya know, I've read my brother blog a few times now, mainly the same post about our dad. I don't know why, but it's just bothered me. I try not to think about him, because everytime I do it brings back bad memories. And those are memories that I just don't want to revisit.My father was never around really when my brother and I decided to move in with him. He was always working, leaving us with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/107464608211581166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/107464608211581166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toejamandsquirt.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107464608211581166' title='Father Figure'/><author><name>JJAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726450575437126183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519473.post-107452752961889880</id><published>2004-01-19T10:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T10:53:34.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay Posted</title><summary type='text'>I realize my blog has been lagging in info, but that will change. Things have cooled down a little, so now I can take the time to get it in order, and get a permanent color scheme I like. Either or, I will try to keep everyone updated. Because at least my 1 reader cares. *smiles at Guido*Peace</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/107452752961889880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/107452752961889880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toejamandsquirt.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107452752961889880' title='Stay Posted'/><author><name>JJAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726450575437126183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519473.post-1072282588809095</id><published>2003-12-24T11:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T11:17:28.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas to all and to all a Good Night</title><summary type='text'>Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the houseNot a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.The children were nestled all snug in their beds,While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,Had just settled our brains for a long winter's</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/1072282588809095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/1072282588809095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toejamandsquirt.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#1072282588809095' title='Merry Christmas to all and to all a Good Night'/><author><name>JJAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726450575437126183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519473.post-107189539211186054</id><published>2003-12-19T23:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-19T23:44:06.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Head, Cramps, MUD's, MUD, MUD, Idiots, Vent, Money, Ow, Bye</title><summary type='text'>You ever feel like your head is going to explode? That's how I feel right now with this headache that is about to strike hard. It's kinda been there for the past few hours, but now, it's like BAM!Just when I thought my cramps were gone, I get this headache, it's like my body just has it out for me. Will it ever give me a break? No, more than likely not, just because I'm that lucky.So yeah, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/107189539211186054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/107189539211186054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toejamandsquirt.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107189539211186054' title='Head, Cramps, MUD&apos;s, MUD, MUD, Idiots, Vent, Money, Ow, Bye'/><author><name>JJAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726450575437126183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519473.post-107169739315788059</id><published>2003-12-17T16:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T16:44:05.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You can give me this, or you can give me that...</title><summary type='text'>Went to see the final Lord of the Rings today, fucking awesome, you must go and see.Hooked up the ol playstation back downstairs, and got Legend of Mana for it, yay me. I wouldn't have had to get the damn game if Rachel hadn't of stole my shit.John got a Zelda combo came for GameCube. Has the original 1 and 2, the Orcaina of Time and the Majorms Mask, or sumthin like that.Going to have a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/107169739315788059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/107169739315788059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toejamandsquirt.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107169739315788059' title='You can give me this, or you can give me that...'/><author><name>JJAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726450575437126183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519473.post-107127288590043236</id><published>2003-12-12T18:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T18:48:53.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And Then Some...</title><summary type='text'>You ever get in one of those moods where you don't want to do jackfoo around the house/apt, but it lasts for like a week? Well, I'm in one of those moods, and I really don't feel like doing anything. I don't know why.Ever ponder the meaning of life? Me either, I don't see the point. It's kinda sad when you think about it though, that when people say it, they are using it as a joke.Didn't you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/107127288590043236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/107127288590043236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toejamandsquirt.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107127288590043236' title='And Then Some...'/><author><name>JJAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726450575437126183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519473.post-107097865378506524</id><published>2003-12-09T09:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T09:04:58.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays!!!</title><summary type='text'>Merry Christmas Everyone!Click * HERE * to see my wish list.Peace</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/107097865378506524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/107097865378506524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toejamandsquirt.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107097865378506524' title='Happy Holidays!!!'/><author><name>JJAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726450575437126183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519473.post-107020943182912013</id><published>2003-11-30T11:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-30T11:24:27.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Farewell for November</title><summary type='text'>Well, today is the last day of November, which means that Christmas colors will be up next. And, more food, and family, and debt.John and I have almost all of our Christmass shopping done. Yay for that, what's left is just gift cards, which will make our life a lot easier. And the great thing was is that we had the money to buy everything.But anways, my life has been a little busy, so my blog</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/107020943182912013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/107020943182912013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toejamandsquirt.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107020943182912013' title='Final Farewell for November'/><author><name>JJAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726450575437126183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519473.post-106873639640564576</id><published>2003-11-13T10:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T10:13:35.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Gives a Rat's Ass?</title><summary type='text'>Toejam: Did you hear JJAM has a job interview?Squirt: Yep, heard that.Toejam: Did you hear that John has to go back to the Dr. today?Squirt: Yep, knew that too.Toejam: JJAM's candle party is this Sunday, you gonna go?Squirt: How the hell can I go, all I am is an imagination.Toejam: True...So I wonder if there are any good movies on the internet that day.Squirt: I don't know.Toejam</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/106873639640564576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/106873639640564576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toejamandsquirt.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106873639640564576' title='Who Gives a Rat&apos;s Ass?'/><author><name>JJAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726450575437126183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519473.post-106847712449927725</id><published>2003-11-10T10:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T10:12:49.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life, the other Frontier</title><summary type='text'>Toejam: I'm bored.Squirt: Yeah me too.Toejam: What do you wanna do?Squirt: I don't know, what do you wanna do?Toejam: Ponder the meaning of life I guess.Squirt: *ponders* Life is boring.Toejam: Yeah, pretty much, let's go chase some squirrels.Squirt: You do that, I'll be in the corner kickin the cat.Jack Nicholson should be my dad!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/106847712449927725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/106847712449927725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toejamandsquirt.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106847712449927725' title='Life, the other Frontier'/><author><name>JJAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726450575437126183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519473.post-106814777796207239</id><published>2003-11-06T14:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T14:42:55.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Not the Brightest Pea in the Pod"</title><summary type='text'>Squirt: Where were you yesterday, you missed the movie.Toejam: I was there, you just didn't see me.Squirt: Yeah, sure, whatever.Toejam: I have better things to do than argue with you.Squirt: Oh yeah? Like what?Toejam: When I come up with a good excuse, I'll let you know.Squirt: Oh, alright......So, how about dem Panthers?Bring it! Little man...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/106814777796207239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/106814777796207239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toejamandsquirt.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106814777796207239' title='&quot;Not the Brightest Pea in the Pod&quot;'/><author><name>JJAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726450575437126183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519473.post-106796712448112889</id><published>2003-11-04T12:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T12:32:46.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"A Little Ditty about Toejam and Squirt"</title><summary type='text'>Toejam: Have you ever gotten the feeling like you were being watched?Squirt: Yeah, sometimes I even feel like a puppet.Toejam: You know the Matrix comes out on Wednesday, right?Squirt: Of course I know that, what do you take me for? Some kind of loser?Toejam: I'm not the one who said I feel like a puppet sometimes.Squirt: Screw you.Toejam: I have better things to do than that.The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/106796712448112889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/106796712448112889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toejamandsquirt.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106796712448112889' title='&quot;A Little Ditty about Toejam and Squirt&quot;'/><author><name>JJAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726450575437126183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519473.post-106702612567457640</id><published>2003-10-24T16:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-24T16:08:45.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Technology...what a crock</title><summary type='text'>Welp, the past few days I've been working on TsE's website, the only problem is I can't publish all the changes I've made. Can't for the life of me figure out why either, and neither can John. I made a photo page off of that website for this here website, so hopefully soon I can get it up and working so I can link it.With all the stuff I changed, I'm hoping that the site will load a little </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/106702612567457640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/106702612567457640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toejamandsquirt.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106702612567457640' title='Technology...what a crock'/><author><name>JJAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726450575437126183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519473.post-106631695068968803</id><published>2003-10-16T11:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-16T11:09:10.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Find the Post</title><summary type='text'>I'll post tomorrow, because the post I was working on, seems to have disappeared.Peace</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/106631695068968803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/106631695068968803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toejamandsquirt.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106631695068968803' title='Find the Post'/><author><name>JJAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726450575437126183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519473.post-106621498809804134</id><published>2003-10-15T06:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T06:49:47.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Get the Fuck out of my Nutshell</title><summary type='text'>Don't you hate when you get the chance to sleep in, and you still wake up at the butt-crack of dawn? I do, I should be in my nice warm bed, happy that the windows are open and the fan is going so that for once I don't feel like I'm in an oven. But, no. My body says, wake ur ass up, and take a shower you stink. Yeah, well, fuck you too.The sun's not even up yet, how depressing is that, I went to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/106621498809804134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/106621498809804134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toejamandsquirt.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106621498809804134' title='Get the Fuck out of my Nutshell'/><author><name>JJAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726450575437126183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519473.post-106605870515452311</id><published>2003-10-13T11:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T11:25:45.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Updated</title><summary type='text'>I dyed my hair on Friday. Not to much different from the red with the blonde bangs, only I dyed my hair brown, with orange bangs. The bangs were suppose to be red, but hey, I like the color orange.I was looking at a few websites the other day, and I found a few that have wholesale stuff. Food bags, boxes, shrink wrap for shipping, etc. I was and still am seriously considering selling my chips. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/106605870515452311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/106605870515452311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toejamandsquirt.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106605870515452311' title='Updated'/><author><name>JJAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726450575437126183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519473.post-106597328683566700</id><published>2003-10-12T11:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-12T11:41:26.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Comfort, the Ultimate High</title><summary type='text'>Welp, it's Sunday, the - I'm gonna sit on my butt and be lazy day, the - I'm gonna watch football day, the - I don't care if I stink it's Sunday, day. Not that Sunday isn't also for you church goers, but hey, what you do with ur Sunday is up to you. Me, I'm gonna clean up the house a little, get some bills in order, figure out what we can spend, and just more or less, get myself prepared get my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/106597328683566700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/106597328683566700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toejamandsquirt.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106597328683566700' title='Comfort, the Ultimate High'/><author><name>JJAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726450575437126183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519473.post-106563796665282243</id><published>2003-10-08T14:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-08T14:33:30.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ha-ha-ha-halloween</title><summary type='text'>Yet another day down the drain trying to figure out how to get graphics up. I finally have MFP reinstalled so I can create a dud webpage, and steal bandwith from that for now just so I can use the graphics. So yeah, This scheme will stay in effect until November, then it'll be swtiched to Thanksgiving stuff.So, I went and filled out a job application yesterday at Michael's, the craft store, saw</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/106563796665282243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/106563796665282243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toejamandsquirt.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106563796665282243' title='Ha-ha-ha-halloween'/><author><name>JJAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726450575437126183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519473.post-106541919391699647</id><published>2003-10-06T01:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T01:46:50.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Information Overload</title><summary type='text'>Sooo, if you haven't noticed I've been messing around with my template. Turned out okay I think. I'm thinking about switching to another one, and just changing the colors around, because quite frankly I'm sick of this template. I was cool for like the first month, and then, it just got boring. I finally figured out how to change what the comments say, took me til now, but hey, I'm a little slow.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/106541919391699647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/106541919391699647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toejamandsquirt.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106541919391699647' title='Information Overload'/><author><name>JJAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726450575437126183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519473.post-106515657955164109</id><published>2003-10-03T00:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-03T00:49:39.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Space...the final frontier"</title><summary type='text'>12:41 am, and what are you doing at this time? More than likely sleeping if you are normal. Me? I'm not normal so therefore my body says, you will stay up and watch Harry Potter because you've been wanting to watch it again for the 7 millionth time. But then my brain says no, she's going to have a ham and cheese sandwhich with some chips, have a cigarette, and then check her mail, a few blogs and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/106515657955164109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/106515657955164109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toejamandsquirt.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106515657955164109' title='&quot;Space...the final frontier&quot;'/><author><name>JJAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726450575437126183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519473.post-106486353892425913</id><published>2003-09-29T15:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-29T15:26:08.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Damit, I forget to add this title...</title><summary type='text'>How about those Dr's? John went today, and well, he has to have an endoscopy done. How nice is that? For my good deed for the day, and well pretty much for awhile, I have agreed to help out Pvt. Guido with his posts. He'll send me his post via email, and then I'll post it for him til he can get his ass back home and continue on with blogger. Yay me. Almost October, and then it's November and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/106486353892425913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/106486353892425913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toejamandsquirt.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106486353892425913' title='Damit, I forget to add this title...'/><author><name>JJAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726450575437126183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519473.post-106457576604539069</id><published>2003-09-26T07:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T07:29:25.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What is ... Life?</title><summary type='text'>So yeah, there's this thing called a life that I have to stop getting because it's taking away from my lazy time. Gosh I'm pooped. I've been waking up at funky hours. I just got over with a small stomach flu, pissed me off because everything that I wanted to eat I couldn't have because it was dairy. Gave my stomach the flip flops.On a lighter note, John and I have our house on the market, sorta</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/106457576604539069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/106457576604539069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toejamandsquirt.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106457576604539069' title='What is ... Life?'/><author><name>JJAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726450575437126183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519473.post-106340833116203964</id><published>2003-09-12T19:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-12T19:12:11.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'>September...oh what a month...</title><summary type='text'>Could September really start off so crappy? John Ritter dies, one of my IT favorites, and Mr. Cash dies, I'll admit that I don't know alot of his music, but I know alot of people who loved his stuff. The month of September, oh what a month. My mom's Birthday is today...HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM!Gonna have to give her a call, because I doubt she can read that when she's not infront of a computer. But</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/106340833116203964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/106340833116203964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toejamandsquirt.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106340833116203964' title='September...oh what a month...'/><author><name>JJAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726450575437126183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519473.post-106328305813284169</id><published>2003-09-11T08:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T08:24:18.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In Rememberance</title><summary type='text'>'Twas the day of the 11th, in the month of SeptemberA day in ones life, they would always rememberThe towers that were, rose high in the skyUnaware of the evil near by.The plane came fast, in the blink of an eyeAnd all at once the silence diedThe streets were full, the people in shockThey tried to run from the tumbling rocksTwo towers that rose so high in the skyAre no more visible to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/106328305813284169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/106328305813284169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toejamandsquirt.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106328305813284169' title='In Rememberance'/><author><name>JJAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726450575437126183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519473.post-106328066303785108</id><published>2003-09-11T07:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T07:44:23.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is the day of mourning...</title><summary type='text'>Ya know, I'll be the first to admit that I don't believe in God, and that I would prefer not to vote for a damn thing, I could careless about the government because it's fucked up anyways, and they are just going to do what they want anyways, weather or not the people of the U.S. vote not to do it.I have never been one to get into politics, religion, or other stuff like that. But I have just a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/106328066303785108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/106328066303785108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toejamandsquirt.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106328066303785108' title='Today is the day of mourning...'/><author><name>JJAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726450575437126183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519473.post-106302492929939228</id><published>2003-09-08T08:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-08T08:50:08.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a pile of mush...</title><summary type='text'>*yawn* Could I be anymore tired than I am right now? The answer to this question and more after this nap. Seriously though, yes, yes I could be. I will be the first to admit that I didn't do a lot of yard work like John and Matt did, but at the same time, how can I? With a persisting ankle injury that likes to show up when I want do actually do some labor, to me being forced to watch Yoda when </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/106302492929939228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/106302492929939228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toejamandsquirt.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106302492929939228' title='I am a pile of mush...'/><author><name>JJAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726450575437126183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519473.post-106277362069117516</id><published>2003-09-05T10:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-05T10:54:15.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Very Big Nut...</title><summary type='text'>August, quite possibly the busiest month of my life ever. Birthdays, babysitting, working on the house. I swear, it was just insane. I'm not going to bore people with every little thing that happened, but here it is in a nutshell: August 1-3, tax free weekend, went shopping with John's mom and sister, got some stuff we needed - August 8 -10, John's niece and nephew were down, saturday we took </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/106277362069117516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/106277362069117516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toejamandsquirt.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106277362069117516' title='A Very Big Nut...'/><author><name>JJAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726450575437126183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519473.post-106269439453083904</id><published>2003-09-04T12:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-04T12:53:14.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Not Time for Catch-up</title><summary type='text'>I would sit and let you all know why I was so busy, but I'm actually doing things right now, but decided to let people know that HEY! I'm alive, and I didn't die! yay me. I added a new link, Pvt. Guido in the blog section. This is one of my fellow mudders on SummersFlame that's like across the sea aiding our country. Just found out that he had a blog, pretty neat huh. Anyways, I have to run, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/106269439453083904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/106269439453083904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toejamandsquirt.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106269439453083904' title='Still Not Time for Catch-up'/><author><name>JJAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726450575437126183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519473.post-106144153711181658</id><published>2003-08-21T00:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-21T00:52:17.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Busy Busy</title><summary type='text'>Alrighty people, August has turned out to quite the freakin busy month. Babysitting, shopping, working on the house for the past week, just damn busy, and then I'm leaving in a few days to head out to WI, I'm so excited, so there goes another week, and when I get back, I'm going to be doing some job researching, yes that's right job researching, I'm going to get up off my lazy ass and call around</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/106144153711181658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/106144153711181658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toejamandsquirt.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106144153711181658' title='Busy Busy Busy'/><author><name>JJAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726450575437126183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519473.post-105957633465655316</id><published>2003-07-30T10:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-30T10:45:34.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Harry Ass</title><summary type='text'>The posting has vered off for a little while, I know I know. I've been trying to do other stuff away from the computer, like dishes, finishing the laundry and putting the clothes away, etc etc. But on a lighter note, I finally broke down with John buying me a plane ticket to WI, he's going to search when he gets back from CMUD, so I hope that my mom didn't already buy one. I sent her an email </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/105957633465655316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/105957633465655316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toejamandsquirt.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105957633465655316' title='Big Harry Ass'/><author><name>JJAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726450575437126183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519473.post-105919679599860816</id><published>2003-07-26T01:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-26T01:19:56.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitchkabible...and then some...</title><summary type='text'>I'm a bookworm, total bookworm. I finished a 302pg DL book in aroud 11 hrs yesterday. Needless to say, I couldn't put the damn thing down because I was so into it, and needless to say, I woke up with a raging headache because of it. So I got to take a cat nap for a few hours while the 4 tylenol kicked in. How joyous indeed!Goin to the mountains tomorrow to go junk huntin. They have the neatest </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/105919679599860816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/105919679599860816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toejamandsquirt.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105919679599860816' title='Bitchkabible...and then some...'/><author><name>JJAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726450575437126183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519473.post-105905643496740725</id><published>2003-07-24T10:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-24T10:20:35.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And the 3rd thing happened...</title><summary type='text'>So get this shit. Got our new tires in yesterday, went up to the tire place to have them put on, after awhile we went outside to watch, the guy was havin problems getting the first tire on, you wanna know why? because it was the wrong size rim, yes, that's right, the wrong size rim. It turns out that fuckin morons we bought the car from had the wrong rim on. Which explains why we had to replace </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/105905643496740725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/105905643496740725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toejamandsquirt.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105905643496740725' title='And the 3rd thing happened...'/><author><name>JJAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726450575437126183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519473.post-105880832216508652</id><published>2003-07-21T13:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-21T13:25:22.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2 bad things have happened...need the 3rd already...</title><summary type='text'>So yeah, here's how my friday went...Pretty boring all day, didn't actually do anything until around 7 or 8. We then went over to Matt's house, and chilled for awhile, watched some TV, ate some subway, and then talked about the MUD, and got a really weird idea, which is now on the MUD. Kinda sick but at the same time funny. If ur level 101, and you have the spell 'create food' when you cast it,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/105880832216508652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/105880832216508652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toejamandsquirt.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105880832216508652' title='2 bad things have happened...need the 3rd already...'/><author><name>JJAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726450575437126183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519473.post-105863492130940133</id><published>2003-07-19T13:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-19T13:15:21.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No, You Can't Leave Until 4am Damnit!</title><summary type='text'>You want to hear about my Friday? Tune in later, and you shall find out...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/105863492130940133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/105863492130940133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toejamandsquirt.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105863492130940133' title='No, You Can&apos;t Leave Until 4am Damnit!'/><author><name>JJAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726450575437126183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519473.post-105854912042813055</id><published>2003-07-18T13:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-18T13:25:20.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'>*Yawn* *Shrug* *Burp*</title><summary type='text'>You ever feel just ... blah? I do today, hence why I'm just starting to post now. I've just felt blah all day. Not in the mood to do anything, but sit in front of the computer playing SF. That's about the extent of my day so far. Sounds fun ey?*yawn* I just feel so lazy today, don't know why, maybe because I woke up before 10am. *shrug* I dun't know. I'm getting sick of computers in general. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/105854912042813055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/105854912042813055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toejamandsquirt.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105854912042813055' title='*Yawn* *Shrug* *Burp*'/><author><name>JJAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726450575437126183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519473.post-105793338952594988</id><published>2003-07-11T10:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-11T10:23:09.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Paper = Crack ... To me at Least ...</title><summary type='text'>Let's see here. I haven't really had much to post the past few days, not like I have a whole crap load of readers, but sometimes I just don't feel like posting a lot.John peeked at my Wish List, he said I had a lot of books *smile* Can't help it, I love to read, and I love paper. I have this fetish with paper, I don't know why but I do. Stationery, hence the EMG stationery link. Books, oh yeah,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/105793338952594988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/105793338952594988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toejamandsquirt.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105793338952594988' title='Paper = Crack ... To me at Least ...'/><author><name>JJAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726450575437126183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519473.post-105785336865963136</id><published>2003-07-10T12:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-10T12:09:28.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Drawing a Blank...</title><summary type='text'>So yeah, I haven't go much to stay today. Been kinda busy. Paid some bills (ouch), and have to get yoda some doggie treats tonight because he's out. Other than that, just workin on my mud today.Peace</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/105785336865963136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/105785336865963136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toejamandsquirt.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105785336865963136' title='Drawing a Blank...'/><author><name>JJAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726450575437126183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519473.post-105777193720274279</id><published>2003-07-09T13:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-09T13:32:17.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A am a Person of Many Words...</title><summary type='text'>So yeah, I made a wish list. I'll put up the link tomorrow. I added a lot of crap to it. But this should well cover me until my next birthday. Other than that, not a large post today, just chillin. Hungry as hell, and getting ready to go downstairs to grab some grub.Peace</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/105777193720274279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/105777193720274279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toejamandsquirt.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105777193720274279' title='A am a Person of Many Words...'/><author><name>JJAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726450575437126183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519473.post-105766134324444418</id><published>2003-07-08T06:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-08T06:49:03.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Up at the Butt-Crack of Dawn ...</title><summary type='text'>So yeah, here I am, up at the butt-crack of dawn because John can't get out of bed to turn off his alarm. Granted the Ace and TJ show is funny, but what would I rather do: sleep or wake up before I see the sun? I think sleep until I SEE the sun would be more like it.Well, we got our new hard-drive and memory yesterday. Gonna be pretty cool, having 2 OS on it, so I can get use to Linux at the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/105766134324444418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/105766134324444418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toejamandsquirt.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105766134324444418' title='Up at the Butt-Crack of Dawn ...'/><author><name>JJAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726450575437126183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519473.post-105759179480352545</id><published>2003-07-07T11:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-07T11:37:31.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is No Joke, Just Try It ...</title><summary type='text'>Hey there, hi there, ho there all you blog readers. I hit 38 people on my counter today when I logged in, woohoo. If I got a penny from everyone that logged in, I could make a phone call from a payphone!Yeah, anyways. How about those fireworks ey? Me, John, and his mom went to downtown Charlotte to watch the fireworks. You want to talk about the perfect place? We were on the top level of his </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/105759179480352545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/105759179480352545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toejamandsquirt.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105759179480352545' title='This is No Joke, Just Try It ...'/><author><name>JJAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726450575437126183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519473.post-105744467684142996</id><published>2003-07-05T18:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-05T18:37:56.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, We Have No Bananas ... Today ...</title><summary type='text'>Not going to post a whole hell of a lot here, since I just got out of the shower to cool the fuck off, from getting burn't to hell from fishing. Running back out to pick up some worms to fish off of Matt's Pier. Night fishing mind you.Two new links, the Chizzle Blog, and the Concert Blog. Which I'm pretty sure are run by the same person. I could be wrong. They linked me, and posted a comment on</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/105744467684142996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/105744467684142996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toejamandsquirt.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105744467684142996' title='Yes, We Have No Bananas ... Today ...'/><author><name>JJAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726450575437126183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519473.post-105733974613172737</id><published>2003-07-04T13:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-04T13:29:06.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th of July</title><summary type='text'>Not a whole bunch to say today. John has off today, made about 500 homemade taco chips last night. Homemade salsa, and taco dip too. Added a new blog link, Wind Chimes Waffling, looks pretty hella cool. Other than that, not much more to say, but enjoy the 4th of July, if your drinking drive safely, and enjoy the fireworks!Peace</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/105733974613172737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/105733974613172737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toejamandsquirt.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105733974613172737' title='Happy 4th of July'/><author><name>JJAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726450575437126183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519473.post-105724350110195216</id><published>2003-07-03T10:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-03T10:48:03.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Insight...</title><summary type='text'>Well, I added a new blog link, Collen's Den. She checked out me blog, and I checked out hers, so I figured it was only right to add her to the blog list. My mom left a comment to the scrabled eggs and bacon please post. Gotta luv her, she get's so emotional.Well, last night I checked out Collen's Den and read her most recent post about a dream. From what I gather her parents died, somewhat </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/105724350110195216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/105724350110195216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toejamandsquirt.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105724350110195216' title='A Little Insight...'/><author><name>JJAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726450575437126183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519473.post-105716005384626246</id><published>2003-07-02T11:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-02T11:34:13.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Think I Need a Brain Transplant...</title><summary type='text'>So yeah, everything was going just peachy yesterday, until, yep you guessed, the dreaded headache from hell. You know, the kind that make living the worst thing that you could do at that moment. Too much sound hurt, the light was deadly to the eyes, and just forget about eating, because you get so sick to your stomach, it's not even funny. So needless to say, I went to bed with that damn headache</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/105716005384626246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/105716005384626246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toejamandsquirt.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105716005384626246' title='I Think I Need a Brain Transplant...'/><author><name>JJAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726450575437126183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519473.post-105707476912769385</id><published>2003-07-01T11:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-01T11:52:48.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Days, Gotta Love Em'...</title><summary type='text'>*yawn* So I woke up a little later than I normally do today, which means I'm gonna be tired almost all day. But when it comes time to go to bed, I won't be able to sleep. So I think the new Imood I added will be staying up awhile, due to the fact is that's how I feel like 95% of the time. But oh well, one of these days I'll actually get back on a normal schedule of sleeping.I hate computers, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/105707476912769385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/105707476912769385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toejamandsquirt.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105707476912769385' title='Rainy Days, Gotta Love Em&apos;...'/><author><name>JJAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726450575437126183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519473.post-105698643717478419</id><published>2003-06-30T11:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-30T11:20:37.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrambled Eggs and Bacon Please...</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever thought about something so much to either tell someone, or remind someone something, to the point that you actually think that you really did tell them? I have, I know I have, and I know I still do. Why does the brain do that? It's really annoying. It's like your brain says "Okay, after this many times of making me repeat this over and over again, screw you, I'm going to make you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/105698643717478419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/105698643717478419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toejamandsquirt.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105698643717478419' title='Scrambled Eggs and Bacon Please...'/><author><name>JJAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726450575437126183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519473.post-105695206635576374</id><published>2003-06-30T01:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-30T01:47:46.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Needs Sleep Anyways...</title><summary type='text'>So here I am, yet again, unable to sleep. Nothing that new to me, but still annoying as hell. This time though, it's because John wanted to trade sides of the bed with me because his back has been hurting. So, me being the "nice" person that I am, I'm sacrificing my sleep so his back hopefully wont hurt. Though I know it will.  So, on Saturday, our friend Matt came over for a Mexican Fiesta and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/105695206635576374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/105695206635576374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toejamandsquirt.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105695206635576374' title='Who Needs Sleep Anyways...'/><author><name>JJAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726450575437126183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519473.post-105673020226999886</id><published>2003-06-27T12:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-27T14:30:20.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And on the first day...</title><summary type='text'>So yeah, me being the most indecisive person I know, look what happened. I created this thing, just because I don't want to keep publishing my MUD's website at the same time I publish my private site that I had under the same thing. I'll still post pictures and whatnot, but it'll only be like a page or two instead of an entire site.  I don't really need all that, I just wanted it up there so I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/105673020226999886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/105673020226999886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toejamandsquirt.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105673020226999886' title='And on the first day...'/><author><name>JJAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726450575437126183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519473.post-105672779490595959</id><published>2003-06-27T11:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-27T15:28:10.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Test, Testing, Tester...</title><summary type='text'>This is a test, only a test.*******BBBBBBEEEEEEPPPPPP*******Thank you</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/105672779490595959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5519473/posts/default/105672779490595959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toejamandsquirt.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105672779490595959' title='Test, Testing, Tester...'/><author><name>JJAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726450575437126183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
