<?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-6751409276879674101</id><updated>2011-08-02T16:29:58.425-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"When food is gone, you are my daily meal."</title><subtitle type='html'>"Time after time I think "Oh Lord what's the use?" Time after time I think it's just no good. Sooner or later in life, the things you love you lose. But you got the love I need to see me through..."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teztees.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751409276879674101/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teztees.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>TeZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12612212293076589912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bJo899P0My4/S-mBnc4oBKI/AAAAAAAAAHo/OX_a5o4Xqto/S220/26392_1369438926939_1560716806_909430_7521151_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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But you've got the love I need to see me through."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="306" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/waq6EfRhoqg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/waq6EfRhoqg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="306"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="306" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PQZhN65vq9E?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PQZhN65vq9E?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="306"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751409276879674101-4106140524684997111?l=teztees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teztees.blogspot.com/feeds/4106140524684997111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teztees.blogspot.com/2010/10/sometimes-i-feel-like-sayin-lord-i-just.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751409276879674101/posts/default/4106140524684997111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751409276879674101/posts/default/4106140524684997111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teztees.blogspot.com/2010/10/sometimes-i-feel-like-sayin-lord-i-just.html' title='Sometimes I feel like sayin&apos; &quot;Lord I just don&apos;t care!&quot;'/><author><name>TeZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12612212293076589912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bJo899P0My4/S-mBnc4oBKI/AAAAAAAAAHo/OX_a5o4Xqto/S220/26392_1369438926939_1560716806_909430_7521151_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751409276879674101.post-792873228782904795</id><published>2010-10-01T14:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T14:12:41.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me now, where was my fault...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;... in loving you with my whole heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="306" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I_Od0PJp6GI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I_Od0PJp6GI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="306"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751409276879674101-792873228782904795?l=teztees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teztees.blogspot.com/feeds/792873228782904795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teztees.blogspot.com/2010/10/tell-me-now-where-was-my-fault.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751409276879674101/posts/default/792873228782904795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751409276879674101/posts/default/792873228782904795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teztees.blogspot.com/2010/10/tell-me-now-where-was-my-fault.html' title='Tell me now, where was my fault...'/><author><name>TeZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12612212293076589912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bJo899P0My4/S-mBnc4oBKI/AAAAAAAAAHo/OX_a5o4Xqto/S220/26392_1369438926939_1560716806_909430_7521151_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751409276879674101.post-6559196656833608053</id><published>2010-08-24T05:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T05:04:34.321-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I didn't think I wanted you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; 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It moves me in a way that few songs can. And as passionate as I am about music, this song takes it to a whole other level. Here is Damien Rice performing it a couple different times, as well as an awesome cover by some guy on YouTube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dRPwFAoQwxc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dRPwFAoQwxc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YP2AAdHwFg0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YP2AAdHwFg0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6EjJmnDhPVc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6EjJmnDhPVc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751409276879674101-7543899006307449546?l=teztees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teztees.blogspot.com/feeds/7543899006307449546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teztees.blogspot.com/2010/08/whyd-you-sing-with-me-at-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751409276879674101/posts/default/7543899006307449546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751409276879674101/posts/default/7543899006307449546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teztees.blogspot.com/2010/08/whyd-you-sing-with-me-at-all.html' title='Why&apos;d you sing with me at all...'/><author><name>TeZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12612212293076589912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bJo899P0My4/S-mBnc4oBKI/AAAAAAAAAHo/OX_a5o4Xqto/S220/26392_1369438926939_1560716806_909430_7521151_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751409276879674101.post-8014083635193882977</id><published>2010-08-17T10:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T10:20:53.675-05:00</updated><title type='text'>But then it stopped, and I was in the darkness. So the darkness I became.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_gMq3hRLDD0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_gMq3hRLDD0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751409276879674101-8014083635193882977?l=teztees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teztees.blogspot.com/feeds/8014083635193882977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teztees.blogspot.com/2010/08/but-then-it-stopped-and-i-was-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751409276879674101/posts/default/8014083635193882977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751409276879674101/posts/default/8014083635193882977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teztees.blogspot.com/2010/08/but-then-it-stopped-and-i-was-in.html' title='But then it stopped, and I was in the darkness. So the darkness I became.'/><author><name>TeZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12612212293076589912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bJo899P0My4/S-mBnc4oBKI/AAAAAAAAAHo/OX_a5o4Xqto/S220/26392_1369438926939_1560716806_909430_7521151_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751409276879674101.post-46301761024461017</id><published>2010-08-16T08:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T08:36:50.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dog Days are Over. The Dog Days are Done.</title><content type='html'>I have been a prisoner of my own circumstance. I seek freedom. I seek my own personal discipline to get myself to the point I want to be. It is going to be tough, not fun, and not enjoyable. The means justify the ends; especially in this situation. I believe in myself and I have the faith I need to get through the tough days. I am going to need help though. And I am hoping that it goes well. I figure to achieve my goals by July 1, 2011. &amp;nbsp;The other portion of this problem will be dealt with as well. I am eager to get past it. And I am soooooo damn close. This song makes me smile and pushes me to stay strong, to stay on the path, and to achieve this dream. The happiness and blessings that await me will be amazing!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Turn it up when listening to this song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iWOyfLBYtuU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iWOyfLBYtuU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Happiness hit her like a train on a track&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;Coming towards her stuck still no turning back&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;She hid around corners and she hid under beds&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;She killed it with kisses and from it she fled&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;With every bubble she sank with her drink&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;And washed it away down the kitchen sink&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;The dog days are over&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;The dog days are done&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;The horses are coming&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;So you better run&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;Run fast for your mother, run fast for your father&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;Run for your children, for your sisters and brothers&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;Leave all your love and your longing behind&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;You cant carry it with you if you want to survive&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;The dog days are over&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;The dog days are done&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;Can you hear the horses?&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;Because here they come&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;And I never wanted anything from you&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;Except everything you had and what was left after that too, oh&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;Happiness hit her like a bullet in the head&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;Struck from a great height by someone who should know better than that&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;The dog days are over&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;The dog days are done&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;Can you hear the horses?&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;Because here they come&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;Run fast for your mother, run fast for your father&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;Run for your children, for your sisters and brothers&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;Leave all your loving, your loving behind&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;You cant carry it with you if you want to survive&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;The dog days are over&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;The dog days are done&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;Can you hear the horses?&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;Because here they come&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;The dog days are over&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;The dog days are done&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;The horses are coming&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;So you better run&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751409276879674101-46301761024461017?l=teztees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teztees.blogspot.com/feeds/46301761024461017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teztees.blogspot.com/2010/08/dog-days-are-over-dog-days-are-done.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751409276879674101/posts/default/46301761024461017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751409276879674101/posts/default/46301761024461017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teztees.blogspot.com/2010/08/dog-days-are-over-dog-days-are-done.html' title='The Dog Days are Over. The Dog Days are Done.'/><author><name>TeZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12612212293076589912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bJo899P0My4/S-mBnc4oBKI/AAAAAAAAAHo/OX_a5o4Xqto/S220/26392_1369438926939_1560716806_909430_7521151_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751409276879674101.post-156274557492113738</id><published>2010-07-02T09:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T09:55:16.449-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the deep and dying breath...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I passed my motorcycle tests and am now officially licensed. To celebrate, I went home and mowed my yard.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As I was mowing - I felt complete. I am painting my hallway this weekend!&lt;br /&gt;I'm painting it Yankee Blue like my door. It will be different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am also going to try and figure out a color I want to paint my living room...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am thinking either a tan or a green color.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="505" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xb1Ya-DkxjE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xb1Ya-DkxjE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'll make the most of all the sadness,&lt;br /&gt;You'll be a bitch because you can.&lt;br /&gt;You try to hit me just to hurt me&lt;br /&gt;So you leave me feeling dirty&lt;br /&gt;Because you can't understand.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751409276879674101-156274557492113738?l=teztees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teztees.blogspot.com/feeds/156274557492113738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teztees.blogspot.com/2010/07/this-is-deep-and-dying-breath.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751409276879674101/posts/default/156274557492113738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751409276879674101/posts/default/156274557492113738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teztees.blogspot.com/2010/07/this-is-deep-and-dying-breath.html' title='This is the deep and dying breath...'/><author><name>TeZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12612212293076589912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bJo899P0My4/S-mBnc4oBKI/AAAAAAAAAHo/OX_a5o4Xqto/S220/26392_1369438926939_1560716806_909430_7521151_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751409276879674101.post-7450064771935100875</id><published>2010-06-30T09:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T09:48:42.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For the tiniest moment, it's all not true...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="505" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k6yddIldmEM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k6yddIldmEM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This song has been my favorite song about mistakes... I will forever remember driving down 81st street and being stuck in traffic. You had the windows down, sunroof open, and I was driving your car. You were just chillin' with your feet on the dash and your arm out of the window.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whenever I think of spending my life with someone -- I think of that moment.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Most of what I remember, makes me sure,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I should have stopped you from walking out that door.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You could be happy, I hope you are. &lt;br /&gt;You made me happier than I had been, by far."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751409276879674101-7450064771935100875?l=teztees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teztees.blogspot.com/feeds/7450064771935100875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teztees.blogspot.com/2010/06/for-tiniest-moment-its-all-not-true.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751409276879674101/posts/default/7450064771935100875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751409276879674101/posts/default/7450064771935100875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teztees.blogspot.com/2010/06/for-tiniest-moment-its-all-not-true.html' title='For the tiniest moment, it&apos;s all not true...'/><author><name>TeZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12612212293076589912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bJo899P0My4/S-mBnc4oBKI/AAAAAAAAAHo/OX_a5o4Xqto/S220/26392_1369438926939_1560716806_909430_7521151_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751409276879674101.post-1735587090749582091</id><published>2010-06-19T19:33:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T19:40:32.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be fine once I get it; I'll be gooooooood!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PQMJCOT2wlQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PQMJCOT2wlQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px; white-space: normal;"&gt;I Don’t Care; Hand On The Wheel; Drivin Drunk; I’m Doin’ My Thing&lt;br /&gt;Rollin The Midwest Side And Out Livin’ My Life Getting’ Out Dreams&lt;br /&gt;People Told Me Slow My RoLL I’m Screaming Out "Fuck Thaat!!"&lt;br /&gt;Imma Do Just What I Want Lookin’ Ahead No Turnin’ Back&lt;br /&gt;If I Fall If I Die Know I Lived It To The Fullest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751409276879674101-1735587090749582091?l=teztees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teztees.blogspot.com/feeds/1735587090749582091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teztees.blogspot.com/2010/06/coming-to-terms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751409276879674101/posts/default/1735587090749582091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751409276879674101/posts/default/1735587090749582091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teztees.blogspot.com/2010/06/coming-to-terms.html' title='I&apos;ll be fine once I get it; I&apos;ll be gooooooood!'/><author><name>TeZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12612212293076589912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bJo899P0My4/S-mBnc4oBKI/AAAAAAAAAHo/OX_a5o4Xqto/S220/26392_1369438926939_1560716806_909430_7521151_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751409276879674101.post-5187127718991806820</id><published>2010-05-27T09:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T14:24:16.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here is to the beauty of the unknown...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bJo899P0My4/TAAYJkGdH6I/AAAAAAAAAIY/toPfwKoNTjQ/s1600/evangeline-lilly-gg-02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bJo899P0My4/TAAYJkGdH6I/AAAAAAAAAIY/toPfwKoNTjQ/s640/evangeline-lilly-gg-02.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes I feel like it is cheating on a test; having been here before. I thank God for His many blessings. He has given me so much my entire life; whether it be through just experiences or by actual things. I take all things in; some go right back out. Some things soak in; cling to me; become a part of who I am. I thank Him for that. I thank Him for allowing me to question and to explore my own mind. And there are times when I KNOW I've been here before; that I've been given a second or third chance for me to get it right. And I love how there are so many available options, routes, detours, possibilities. But then sometimes I smile knowing there is only one option. Because whether I like it or not, I know that's exactly where I am supposed to be and even if I know a storm is coming - I stand firm knowing You will be there right by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I walk a path I know I've walked but that I didn't make the right decisions before. And I feel that internal battle often: the one where I am supposed to go right but I always go wrong. I don't know how many lives it has taken me to get to this point, but here I am. And I am going right this time. My faith in you is stronger than it has ever been and I know that you feel that. I know that you know I am winning this internal battle between good and evil. But my heart is yours and I am going to make mistakes but I won't go astray... not again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751409276879674101-5187127718991806820?l=teztees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teztees.blogspot.com/feeds/5187127718991806820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teztees.blogspot.com/2010/05/sometimes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751409276879674101/posts/default/5187127718991806820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751409276879674101/posts/default/5187127718991806820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teztees.blogspot.com/2010/05/sometimes.html' title='Here is to the beauty of the unknown...'/><author><name>TeZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12612212293076589912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bJo899P0My4/S-mBnc4oBKI/AAAAAAAAAHo/OX_a5o4Xqto/S220/26392_1369438926939_1560716806_909430_7521151_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bJo899P0My4/TAAYJkGdH6I/AAAAAAAAAIY/toPfwKoNTjQ/s72-c/evangeline-lilly-gg-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751409276879674101.post-2290595610945345805</id><published>2010-05-11T11:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T11:39:51.247-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bJo899P0My4/S-mC4eqdcPI/AAAAAAAAAII/yB3y9C5wlkE/s1600/dc4c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="175" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bJo899P0My4/S-mC4eqdcPI/AAAAAAAAAII/yB3y9C5wlkE/s400/dc4c.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Love is watching someone die..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yesterday was a brilliant day. I sometimes feel like I am a machine, ya know? Like maybe God is molding me as I go and he is shaping me each and every day with every situation to create something... special? big? unique? I don't know. Maybe I might be a failure, there a ton of failures in the world. How is one individual to know whether he will or will not be a failure until all is said and done? Nobody can. You do your best and hope you come out of the downfalls of life with your head held high and your pride still intact. I finally feel like I have been lifted out of that rut I was in. And I will give credit where credit is due. I did nothing but put my Faith in God. I honestly did that. I prayed more, I grew closer to Him, and I stopped doubting Him. I stopped feeling like I was doomed or that I had no control over anything.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We all have control over our lives... by either having Faith and enjoying life or by trying to control every aspect of our lives and losing ourselves in our own garbage. I've learned to do better than that... I prayed last week.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A lot has been going well for me lately and I prayed that if it is the right time that eventually I will find love. Not just the usual. I am in a place now where I want to devote myself to someone. I remember what it was like back in college when I did that. Every weekend was planned, weeknights were relaxed, and I would dress up on Fridays to go out to dinner. I hated dressing up, but I did it because I was in love and it wasn't just about me anymore. I want to find that again. It may not be this year or next, but I pray that when the time is right, God will bless me with that kind of love again; the lasting kind. I am ready to share my life with one person forever. I am not bitter anymore, I am not sad anymore, I am not lost anymore.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And now I will continue to work and enjoy some amazing music... would you expect anything less?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751409276879674101-2290595610945345805?l=teztees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teztees.blogspot.com/feeds/2290595610945345805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teztees.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-been-while.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751409276879674101/posts/default/2290595610945345805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751409276879674101/posts/default/2290595610945345805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teztees.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while.'/><author><name>TeZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12612212293076589912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bJo899P0My4/S-mBnc4oBKI/AAAAAAAAAHo/OX_a5o4Xqto/S220/26392_1369438926939_1560716806_909430_7521151_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bJo899P0My4/S-mC4eqdcPI/AAAAAAAAAII/yB3y9C5wlkE/s72-c/dc4c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751409276879674101.post-7724535430205056789</id><published>2010-03-09T10:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T10:02:17.077-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Call, break my own heart..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Buying a house... hasn't been too stressful at all really. I know there is a lot that kind of goes into it. But it appears as long as you have online banking and a good realtor -- things are pretty easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am in a tight situation it appears. I just don't feel "it"... whatever "it" may be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Maybe it's cos you are too wild, too contemporary. I may be very opened minded when it comes to other people's decisions... but for me, I am old school. That's just how I roll.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's not that I don't think she is awesome... cos she is. She is an awesome friend... probably the better of the friends I've had in recent years. But I just don't think we are supposed to "be" together.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And then there is her. She gutted me like a fish with just a hello. I loved it. And I think of her often, so new, so refreshing, so not my type. I already know how its going to play out and I dig that. It is just going to take a little time and all will be well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Until then... I'll enjoy doing my own thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bJo899P0My4/S5ZpuD7hkHI/AAAAAAAAAHg/WI_MV5hj1ig/s1600-h/tegan_and_sara_nyc_portrait_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="262" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bJo899P0My4/S5ZpuD7hkHI/AAAAAAAAAHg/WI_MV5hj1ig/s400/tegan_and_sara_nyc_portrait_1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751409276879674101-7724535430205056789?l=teztees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teztees.blogspot.com/feeds/7724535430205056789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teztees.blogspot.com/2010/03/call-break-my-own-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751409276879674101/posts/default/7724535430205056789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751409276879674101/posts/default/7724535430205056789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teztees.blogspot.com/2010/03/call-break-my-own-heart.html' title='&quot;Call, break my own heart...&quot;'/><author><name>TeZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12612212293076589912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bJo899P0My4/S-mBnc4oBKI/AAAAAAAAAHo/OX_a5o4Xqto/S220/26392_1369438926939_1560716806_909430_7521151_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bJo899P0My4/S5ZpuD7hkHI/AAAAAAAAAHg/WI_MV5hj1ig/s72-c/tegan_and_sara_nyc_portrait_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751409276879674101.post-7577367195862463763</id><published>2010-03-04T19:53:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T19:56:04.467-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight!/ For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bJo899P0My4/S5BkizQ1X8I/AAAAAAAAAHY/f1DjcxsuVsI/s1600-h/romeo_and_juliet_01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="345" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bJo899P0My4/S5BkizQ1X8I/AAAAAAAAAHY/f1DjcxsuVsI/s400/romeo_and_juliet_01.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;These moments are as rare as rare can be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Simply, I lose something each time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;But I feel like I know the ending to this story...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Because I have been writing it my whole life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751409276879674101-7577367195862463763?l=teztees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teztees.blogspot.com/feeds/7577367195862463763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teztees.blogspot.com/2010/03/did-my-heart-love-till-now-forswear-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751409276879674101/posts/default/7577367195862463763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751409276879674101/posts/default/7577367195862463763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teztees.blogspot.com/2010/03/did-my-heart-love-till-now-forswear-it.html' title='&quot;Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight!/ For I ne&apos;er saw true beauty till this night.&quot;'/><author><name>TeZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12612212293076589912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bJo899P0My4/S-mBnc4oBKI/AAAAAAAAAHo/OX_a5o4Xqto/S220/26392_1369438926939_1560716806_909430_7521151_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bJo899P0My4/S5BkizQ1X8I/AAAAAAAAAHY/f1DjcxsuVsI/s72-c/romeo_and_juliet_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751409276879674101.post-6612425378141267770</id><published>2010-02-26T08:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T08:32:15.968-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Over you, Over you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bJo899P0My4/S4faIJ0c9PI/AAAAAAAAAHA/LJkd2uqAQlU/s1600-h/x24cy8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bJo899P0My4/S4faIJ0c9PI/AAAAAAAAAHA/LJkd2uqAQlU/s400/x24cy8.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So last night was probably the most amazing night I have ever experienced! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I am so thankful for the friends I have,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;the amazing people I meet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;and all the love we all show each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I really enjoyed last night's show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The fans were awesome,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The atmosphere was awesome,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;and it was LOUD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I really enjoyed moving back from the front row. I was right up front but all the people right behind me that were my friends were a lot shorter than me. As soon as T&amp;amp;S came up, I moved back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I was about 10 rows or more back when it all was said or done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;However, I knew that I had made so many more people's experiences that much better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;That is all that mattered to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I've seen them a few times now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I have the tattoos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I am a true fan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I wanted other people to have the opportunity to get up front and enjoy the gift of music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I truly thank God for the entire experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I know that lifestyle is supposedly frowned upon in the bible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;But my heart, my faith belongs to the Lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And I love everyone, regardless of who they love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;That is why I don't see anything wrong with it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love being around my friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;and meeting so many new people who share that love for music, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;for Tegan and Sara.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I am walking a new path with my God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I am forgiven,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;and I love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751409276879674101-6612425378141267770?l=teztees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teztees.blogspot.com/feeds/6612425378141267770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teztees.blogspot.com/2010/02/over-you-over-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751409276879674101/posts/default/6612425378141267770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751409276879674101/posts/default/6612425378141267770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teztees.blogspot.com/2010/02/over-you-over-you.html' title='Over you, Over you...'/><author><name>TeZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12612212293076589912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bJo899P0My4/S-mBnc4oBKI/AAAAAAAAAHo/OX_a5o4Xqto/S220/26392_1369438926939_1560716806_909430_7521151_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bJo899P0My4/S4faIJ0c9PI/AAAAAAAAAHA/LJkd2uqAQlU/s72-c/x24cy8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751409276879674101.post-7383564633993433902</id><published>2010-02-25T07:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T07:39:26.281-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Still walking...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bJo899P0My4/S4Z9G-aSlLI/AAAAAAAAAG4/1cHB94GLtS0/s1600-h/harley-davidson+forty-eight+(4).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bJo899P0My4/S4Z9G-aSlLI/AAAAAAAAAG4/1cHB94GLtS0/s640/harley-davidson+forty-eight+(4).jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;I am extremely excited about everything going on in my life right now. I have a lot going on, a lot of pressure, but good pressure. I am looking at houses seriously now. I know it's going to take a lot of work and I am extremely excited about that! So that's what I am in the process of doing now. I know with His guidance, it will all work out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;I have unanswered prayers&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;I have trouble I wish wasn't there&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;And I have asked a thousand ways&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;That You would take my pain away&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;That You would take my pain away&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;I am trying to understand&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;How to walk this weary land&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;Make straight the paths that crookedly lie&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;Oh Lord, before these feet of mine&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;Oh Lord, before these feet of mine&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;When my world is shaking&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;Heaven stands&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;When my heart is breaking&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;I never leave Your hands&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;When You walked upon the Earth&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;You healed the broken, lost, and hurt&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;I know You hate to see me cry&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;One day You will set all things right&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;Yea, one day You will set all things right&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;When my world is shaking&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;Heaven stands&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;When my heart is breaking&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;I never leave Your hands&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;Your hands&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;Your hands that shape the world&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;Are holding me, they hold me still&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;Your hands that shape the world&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;Are holding me, they hold me still&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;When my world is shaking&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;Heaven stands&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;When my heart is breaking&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;I never leave You when...&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;When my world is shaking&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;Heaven stands&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;When my heart is breaking&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;I never leave...&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;I never leave Your hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751409276879674101-7383564633993433902?l=teztees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teztees.blogspot.com/feeds/7383564633993433902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teztees.blogspot.com/2010/02/still-walking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751409276879674101/posts/default/7383564633993433902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751409276879674101/posts/default/7383564633993433902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teztees.blogspot.com/2010/02/still-walking.html' title='Still walking...'/><author><name>TeZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12612212293076589912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bJo899P0My4/S-mBnc4oBKI/AAAAAAAAAHo/OX_a5o4Xqto/S220/26392_1369438926939_1560716806_909430_7521151_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bJo899P0My4/S4Z9G-aSlLI/AAAAAAAAAG4/1cHB94GLtS0/s72-c/harley-davidson+forty-eight+(4).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751409276879674101.post-2189340673414102431</id><published>2010-02-19T10:05:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T14:09:37.881-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Walk..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bJo899P0My4/S362wafCMWI/AAAAAAAAAGw/pAJAQr6wfak/s1600-h/harley-davidson+forty-eight.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bJo899P0My4/S362wafCMWI/AAAAAAAAAGw/pAJAQr6wfak/s640/harley-davidson+forty-eight.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I was thinking for the longest time that what I was doing&lt;br /&gt;was not what God wanted me to do.&lt;br /&gt;And then I over analyzed it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I spent too much time trying to figure out what God had planned for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I spent too much time trying to convince myself that this was right,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;or no this was wrong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;or no wait again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;maybe I was right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Then I didn't know which was right or wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;The other morning I was sitting on my computer chair...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;and my door opened. It didn't just pop open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;It actually opened up and swung open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;It wasn't violent or fast...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;it looked as though someone opened the door and walked in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Now -- my bedroom door is broken and jacked up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;It doesn't close half the time anyway.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;But then it dawned on me;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;It wasn't that I was so far gone that God had let me fall by the wayside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;It wasn't that God didn't care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;It was that I was too far in my head to just listen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I spent so much time trying to talk for Him and not listen to Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;So I listened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I put my Faith in Him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;and KNEW that no matter what happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;it would all work out for the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't fill my voids with people now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I don't try to convince myself that I am this terrible person for what I've done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I am not terrible in any way, shape, or form.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I am me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I am not perfect, but I bring energy and light into a room.&lt;br /&gt;I am strong and passionate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I am sensitive and awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I have found my Faith again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I have finally heard His voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I will push forward being strong and loving.&lt;br /&gt;I will not let people belittle me or condemn my own choices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;That is between me and my maker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I am selling my old motorcycle today, if it isn't raining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I am ordering my Harley next month once I get my new living situation figured out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;And I am going to ride, ride, ride...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;and feel the joy of living this life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I loved the movie "Whip It."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Which takes me to the point that I no longer let movies guide me through life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I was a fool for that.&lt;br /&gt;Movies are just movies.&lt;br /&gt;I can now turn off my brain and just enjoy movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I love life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I feel so alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;2 Corinthians 5:7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751409276879674101-2189340673414102431?l=teztees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teztees.blogspot.com/feeds/2189340673414102431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teztees.blogspot.com/2010/02/walk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751409276879674101/posts/default/2189340673414102431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751409276879674101/posts/default/2189340673414102431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teztees.blogspot.com/2010/02/walk.html' title='&quot;Walk...&quot;'/><author><name>TeZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12612212293076589912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bJo899P0My4/S-mBnc4oBKI/AAAAAAAAAHo/OX_a5o4Xqto/S220/26392_1369438926939_1560716806_909430_7521151_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bJo899P0My4/S362wafCMWI/AAAAAAAAAGw/pAJAQr6wfak/s72-c/harley-davidson+forty-eight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751409276879674101.post-4919590368961958549</id><published>2010-02-04T12:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T12:20:38.891-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"That ain't me."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bJo899P0My4/S2sPYaN4YQI/AAAAAAAAAGo/q8Zfh3waO_E/s1600-h/2008-harley-davidson-xl-1200-nightster-002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bJo899P0My4/S2sPYaN4YQI/AAAAAAAAAGo/q8Zfh3waO_E/s400/2008-harley-davidson-xl-1200-nightster-002.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some things are inevitable it may appear.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The grass will turn green,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the clouds eventually go away,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and when it is supposed to happen it will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have become such a more patient,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;more understanding person this last year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I, however, am still very stubborn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know there are certain people that will never be out of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I shouldn't try and fight it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pieces of my heart will forever belong to certain people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the meantime, I am selling my Tahoe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am actually going to do it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am very excited about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Walk by faith, not by sight."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751409276879674101-4919590368961958549?l=teztees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teztees.blogspot.com/feeds/4919590368961958549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teztees.blogspot.com/2010/02/that-aint-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751409276879674101/posts/default/4919590368961958549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751409276879674101/posts/default/4919590368961958549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teztees.blogspot.com/2010/02/that-aint-me.html' title='&quot;That ain&apos;t me.&quot;'/><author><name>TeZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12612212293076589912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bJo899P0My4/S-mBnc4oBKI/AAAAAAAAAHo/OX_a5o4Xqto/S220/26392_1369438926939_1560716806_909430_7521151_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bJo899P0My4/S2sPYaN4YQI/AAAAAAAAAGo/q8Zfh3waO_E/s72-c/2008-harley-davidson-xl-1200-nightster-002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751409276879674101.post-5174026756545164838</id><published>2010-01-28T15:18:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T08:56:12.805-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Obtainable Goals</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bJo899P0My4/S2H5n-KW6oI/AAAAAAAAAGA/6_cT6emuMSg/s1600-h/2009_0804Knucklebars0010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bJo899P0My4/S2H5n-KW6oI/AAAAAAAAAGA/6_cT6emuMSg/s400/2009_0804Knucklebars0010.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have a list of obtainable goals&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;for the &lt;i&gt;first half&lt;/i&gt; of 2010.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I think that they are goals that will get me to a place in my life that I will be very, very happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Goal 1: &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Upgrade Motorcycle to H-D 1200 Nightster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Goal 2:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sell my Tahoe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Goal 3:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ride to Stillwater on old Route 66 for some cheese fries at Joe's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Goal 4: &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Get paid $**,***/ year or find a job that will pay me $**,*** per year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Goal 5:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Get my own place to live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Goal 6:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Get 3 more tattoos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Goal 7:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Convince myself that I am worth forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Goal 9:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Go to at least two great shows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Goal 10:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Never settle, always be honest, and to "walk by faith, not by sight."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1264710798662"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1264710798663"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751409276879674101-5174026756545164838?l=teztees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teztees.blogspot.com/feeds/5174026756545164838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teztees.blogspot.com/2010/01/obtainable-goals.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751409276879674101/posts/default/5174026756545164838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751409276879674101/posts/default/5174026756545164838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teztees.blogspot.com/2010/01/obtainable-goals.html' title='Obtainable Goals'/><author><name>TeZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12612212293076589912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bJo899P0My4/S-mBnc4oBKI/AAAAAAAAAHo/OX_a5o4Xqto/S220/26392_1369438926939_1560716806_909430_7521151_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bJo899P0My4/S2H5n-KW6oI/AAAAAAAAAGA/6_cT6emuMSg/s72-c/2009_0804Knucklebars0010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751409276879674101.post-7031007830816796689</id><published>2010-01-24T12:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T13:01:46.834-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A League of Her Own</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bJo899P0My4/S1yXndhX2NI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Q0WrrPFXMCE/s1600-h/DSCN6104.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="260" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bJo899P0My4/S1yXndhX2NI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Q0WrrPFXMCE/s400/DSCN6104.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So even though I am pretty much a broken down individual with a lot of self-fulling goals but not dreams that really include another person...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I need to evaluate that. Right now I only have two things I want to do in this life... snowboard and spend two weeks to a month in London. That's it really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to make those two things happen, I have to make more money, spend my current money more efficiently, and just be smart about everything I do. The funny thing is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might want to change up my life goals. Obviously I will not delete those two things or erase them from my list... and London will always be my number one goal. However, an old friend told me I was faulty. And I am. I am too self-absorbed for my own good. Now there is a fine line there. For example, there is a difference between being self-absorbed and expecting fair compensation for all that one does at work. But that is a different situation entirely. But at least my boss was honest enough to tell me she was going to work me to death for at least two years before I would quit... as she jokingly walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly though, I want to stop living for myself. I don't want to be the burden or the puzzle missing a piece. I want to be the missing piece of the puzzle -- I want to complete someone. I want someone to LIGHT UP when they see me and not fight with me and not make me hate myself every time I see them. &amp;nbsp;I want to grow up a little bit. I know I can. But I just haven't had that person in my life that made me want to be better at anything. I've just been able to coast along and be mediocre me but still make people think I am better than I am. My intellectual mind sometimes burdens me and holds me back. Realizing that perception was reality my Freshman year in college made me really be able to take advantage of reality and situations in it. I don't want to do that. I want to meet someone that really pushes me to that next level. I've been stagnant since Ashley left me. I've just been a lazy ass. Not anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"You gotta do what your heart tells you to do. Let me tell you somethin' right now. You're only allowed three great women in your lifetime. They come along like the great fighters, every ten years. Rocky Marciano. Sugar Ray Robinson. Joe Louis. Sometimes you get 'em all at once. Me? I had my three when I was 16. That happens. What are you gonna do? That's the way it goes, you know? Tell you right now. See this girl? Maybe this girl, she put wind in your sails. Maybe she's your first great one."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;23 January 2010 -- Reborn&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751409276879674101-7031007830816796689?l=teztees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teztees.blogspot.com/feeds/7031007830816796689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teztees.blogspot.com/2010/01/league-of-her-own.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751409276879674101/posts/default/7031007830816796689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751409276879674101/posts/default/7031007830816796689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teztees.blogspot.com/2010/01/league-of-her-own.html' title='A League of Her Own'/><author><name>TeZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12612212293076589912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bJo899P0My4/S-mBnc4oBKI/AAAAAAAAAHo/OX_a5o4Xqto/S220/26392_1369438926939_1560716806_909430_7521151_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bJo899P0My4/S1yXndhX2NI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Q0WrrPFXMCE/s72-c/DSCN6104.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751409276879674101.post-4614925426912099983</id><published>2010-01-20T11:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T11:16:43.490-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Irony... yeah, it's ironic.</title><content type='html'>Everything changes so fast these days. I have never been one that didn't like change. I always have seen change as an opportunity. I mean, that's even in the bad situations like when I got laid off from AOL and such. I never saw that as a bad thing because I always felt like when things like that happened -- I would only better myself. Now that currently isn't the case with me, but with all the changes I still feel like this is an opportunity for me to better myself. The only difference is that this time I am staying! It's completely new situation for me, but I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the one thing I don't like, (which just shows how selfish the human race has become) is when you are tested or put in a situation that tests your gusto -- people shutdown and just let others down. They put themselves in a box and say, "screw everyone else."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why people have become this way. In my head, when things like that happen -- I see what I can do to help others and also take on as much as I possibly can without failing. I guess I'll never see the world in another person's eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good movies are coming out soon... I am excited about that. I hope to find a part-time job since wrestling is over. Hopefully until I make enough money at one job that I don't have to work two jobs to make rent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751409276879674101-4614925426912099983?l=teztees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teztees.blogspot.com/feeds/4614925426912099983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teztees.blogspot.com/2010/01/irony-yeah-its-ironic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751409276879674101/posts/default/4614925426912099983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751409276879674101/posts/default/4614925426912099983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teztees.blogspot.com/2010/01/irony-yeah-its-ironic.html' title='Irony... yeah, it&apos;s ironic.'/><author><name>TeZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12612212293076589912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bJo899P0My4/S-mBnc4oBKI/AAAAAAAAAHo/OX_a5o4Xqto/S220/26392_1369438926939_1560716806_909430_7521151_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751409276879674101.post-9033372166643153222</id><published>2010-01-12T09:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T11:00:36.998-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, I'm grown.</title><content type='html'>It is almost my 26th birthday... and there is much that I have learned thus far in my life. For example, I only know what I want because I don't have it and I am only intelligent because of what I do not know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is funny to me sometimes. People talk to you about loyalty and about trust...respect. At work I continue to grow my position and am continually asked to do more. This makes me smile because I love responsibility and I love to prove myself through my work. However, I am only paid $1.50 more than a damn tech at our clinic that has only worked there one year (like myself) and is lazy. You know there are rumors that have been going around that people have walked in on them and such... and I didn't believe them -- but now maybe I do. I mean, I have a four-year degree in Business Management with minors in International Business and also Marketing. Now... when I graduated I was proud of this. I was like damn, I just graduated college. Now that I've been out of school for 4 years -- I now realize that it doesn't make two shits. What does a business degree even mean anymore? The morons that had them before me drove our country into a recession. And now we are like the lepers of American society. Thanks a lot for that Wall Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smile though because everyone keeps telling me that in "ten" years everything will be exactly how I want it because I am "SUCH a hard worker." But you know what I have learned... [some dogs are too loyal... but we never had a choice].&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751409276879674101-9033372166643153222?l=teztees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teztees.blogspot.com/feeds/9033372166643153222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teztees.blogspot.com/2010/01/yeah-im-grown.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751409276879674101/posts/default/9033372166643153222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751409276879674101/posts/default/9033372166643153222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teztees.blogspot.com/2010/01/yeah-im-grown.html' title='Yeah, I&apos;m grown.'/><author><name>TeZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12612212293076589912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bJo899P0My4/S-mBnc4oBKI/AAAAAAAAAHo/OX_a5o4Xqto/S220/26392_1369438926939_1560716806_909430_7521151_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751409276879674101.post-541218046828732282</id><published>2009-12-24T14:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T14:20:03.878-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Passion of Tez</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;I will never be like anyone else. I am more than even I understand. I am not better, great, or any of those things. I am just me. I am raw, stripped down, and all in. Take it or leave it... that's me. And I don't think anyone can handle that... or love me truly or completely. Ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751409276879674101-541218046828732282?l=teztees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teztees.blogspot.com/feeds/541218046828732282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teztees.blogspot.com/2009/12/passion-of-tez.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751409276879674101/posts/default/541218046828732282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751409276879674101/posts/default/541218046828732282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teztees.blogspot.com/2009/12/passion-of-tez.html' title='The Passion of Tez'/><author><name>TeZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12612212293076589912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bJo899P0My4/S-mBnc4oBKI/AAAAAAAAAHo/OX_a5o4Xqto/S220/26392_1369438926939_1560716806_909430_7521151_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751409276879674101.post-8831485920668796991</id><published>2009-12-08T14:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T15:36:32.964-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What You See Is What You Get</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is sensible and so incredible &lt;br /&gt;And all my single friends are jealous &lt;br /&gt;He says everything I need to hear and it's like &lt;br /&gt;I couldn't ask for anything better &lt;br /&gt;He opens up my door and I get into his car &lt;br /&gt;And he says you look beautiful tonight &lt;br /&gt;And I feel perfectly fine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain &lt;br /&gt;And it's 2am and I'm cursing your name &lt;br /&gt;You're so in love that you act insane &lt;br /&gt;And that's the way I loved you &lt;br /&gt;Breakin' down and coming undone &lt;br /&gt;It's a roller coaster kinda rush &lt;br /&gt;And I never knew I could feel that much &lt;br /&gt;And that's the way I loved you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He respects my space &lt;br /&gt;And never makes me wait &lt;br /&gt;And he calls exactly when he says he will &lt;br /&gt;He's close to my mother &lt;br /&gt;Talks business with my father &lt;br /&gt;He's charming and endearing &lt;br /&gt;And I'm comfortable &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain &lt;br /&gt;And it's 2am and I'm cursing your name &lt;br /&gt;You're so in love that you act insane &lt;br /&gt;And that's the way I loved you &lt;br /&gt;Breakin' down and coming undone &lt;br /&gt;It's a roller coaster kinda rush &lt;br /&gt;And I never knew I could feel that much &lt;br /&gt;And that's the way I loved you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He can't see the smile I'm faking &lt;br /&gt;And my heart's not breaking &lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm not feeling anything at all &lt;br /&gt;And you were wild and crazy &lt;br /&gt;Just so frustrating intoxicating &lt;br /&gt;Complicated, got away by some mistake and now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain &lt;br /&gt;It's 2am and I'm cursing your name &lt;br /&gt;I'm so in love that I acted insane &lt;br /&gt;And that's the way I loved you &lt;br /&gt;Breaking down and coming undone &lt;br /&gt;It's a roller coaster kinda rush &lt;br /&gt;And I never knew I could feel that much &lt;br /&gt;And that's the way I loved you oh, oh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's the way I loved you oh, oh &lt;br /&gt;Never knew I could feel that much &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And that's the way I loved you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am excited about my 21 hour road trip back from San Diego! It will be a BLAST! San Diego to Flagstaff to Albuquerque to Shamrock to OKC! I will be making CDs on Sunday so that I have some good JAMS for the very long trip. I hope the weather isn't too bad and we make it back safely! I hate driving on icy roads! But luckily we won't be doing too much driving at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was listening to the above song and I started laughing. It sounds like all of my past relationships that went well. I guess it was only that way with the people I actually cared about. I feel bad because now I don't feel as passionate when it comes to relationships. I think I will eventually, I just have to get back to that place mentally. I am no longer bitter so that is definitely good. I am just kind of here right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am excited about Christmas and everything coming up soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751409276879674101-8831485920668796991?l=teztees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teztees.blogspot.com/feeds/8831485920668796991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teztees.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-you-see-is-what-you-get.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751409276879674101/posts/default/8831485920668796991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751409276879674101/posts/default/8831485920668796991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teztees.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-you-see-is-what-you-get.html' title='What You See Is What You Get'/><author><name>TeZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12612212293076589912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bJo899P0My4/S-mBnc4oBKI/AAAAAAAAAHo/OX_a5o4Xqto/S220/26392_1369438926939_1560716806_909430_7521151_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751409276879674101.post-3743095672694055140</id><published>2009-12-08T13:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T13:02:58.350-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bee's Knees</title><content type='html'>Excited about my flight to San Diego on Monday!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751409276879674101-3743095672694055140?l=teztees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teztees.blogspot.com/feeds/3743095672694055140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teztees.blogspot.com/2009/12/bees-knees.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751409276879674101/posts/default/3743095672694055140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751409276879674101/posts/default/3743095672694055140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teztees.blogspot.com/2009/12/bees-knees.html' title='The Bee&apos;s Knees'/><author><name>TeZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12612212293076589912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bJo899P0My4/S-mBnc4oBKI/AAAAAAAAAHo/OX_a5o4Xqto/S220/26392_1369438926939_1560716806_909430_7521151_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751409276879674101.post-6328499242805309319</id><published>2009-12-01T16:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T22:47:51.774-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Leading the One Man Revolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bJo899P0My4/SxWTxwwX41I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/EqlVpXa8fko/s1600/n1560716806_41796_3505.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bJo899P0My4/SxWTxwwX41I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/EqlVpXa8fko/s400/n1560716806_41796_3505.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(Missy Higgins live in KC -- The greatest Night of my life... nobody even knows) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been long, a long way from here&lt;br /&gt;Put on a poncho, played for mosquitos,&lt;br /&gt;And drank til I was thirsty again&lt;br /&gt;We went searching through thrift store jungles&lt;br /&gt;Found Geronimo's rifle, Marilyn's shampoo&lt;br /&gt;And Benny Goodman's corset and pen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, o.k. I made this up&lt;br /&gt;I promised you I'd never give up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it makes you happy&lt;br /&gt;It can't be that bad&lt;br /&gt;If it makes you happy&lt;br /&gt;Then why the hell are you so sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get down, real low down&lt;br /&gt;You listen to Coltrane, derail your own train&lt;br /&gt;Well who hasn't been there before?&lt;br /&gt;I come round, around the hard way&lt;br /&gt;Bring you comics in bed, scrape the mold off the bread&lt;br /&gt;And serve you french toast again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, o.k. I still get stoned&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the kind of girl you'd take home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it makes you happy&lt;br /&gt;It can't be that bad&lt;br /&gt;If it makes you happy&lt;br /&gt;Then why the hell are you so sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been far, far away from here&lt;br /&gt;Put on a poncho, played for mosquitos&lt;br /&gt;And everywhere in between&lt;br /&gt;Well, o.k. we get along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;So what if right now everything's wrong?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;If it makes you happy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can't be that bad&lt;br /&gt;If it makes you happy&lt;br /&gt;Then why the hell are you so sad &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Too often we are afraid of doing things that may rock the boat, or cause a ripple effect. Simply, we need to do what makes us happy. As long as you aren't hurting yourself or someone else -- then it is what it is. Sometimes we have to stop being afraid. We all make bad choices, some of us stick around in those bad decisions because are afraid of finding what is really out there. Maybe we are afraid of taking a chance, a risk, and failing or being let down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I can't live like that anymore. I was so afraid of taking a risk at one point in my life, so I let go and moved on. I made probably the two worst decisions of my life consequently. However, I am now where I am today -- thinking how I think, feeling how I feel, doing what I do. I don't have skeletons in my closet. It is what it is. I dated someone that was too young for me and I learned my lesson. But it is what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now I am listening to everyone, my friends, my family -- and they think I am lost because I have been alone for almost a year now. They think I don't have shit figured out or that I know what my plan is. But I still have a plan. I still know exactly where I am in life and what I am going to be doing with my life. That is not the problem. So instead of trying to appease everyone's insecurities, I am going to keep doing what I am doing... being a real rock'n'rolla. I am half-way to making it all happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"SO WHAT IF RIGHT NOW EVERYTHING IS WRONG?&lt;br /&gt;IF IT MAKES YOU HAPPY!!!! &lt;br /&gt;IT CAN'T BE THAT BAD..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am not longer afraid of feeling how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Everyone should listen to the Sheryl Crow song... and they should enjoy every single time that she begins singing the chorus and how passionate she really sounds. And the lyrics are so true -- if it makes you happy, it can't be that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now for me, I am going to go work out like I used to do. I am going to sweat, burn, and love it. I am going to have little league practice, and then I am going to come home listen to music LOUDLY in my headphones, and then go to sleep... alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I grew up looking for my Annabel Lee... f--- that. She can come find me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751409276879674101-6328499242805309319?l=teztees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teztees.blogspot.com/feeds/6328499242805309319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teztees.blogspot.com/2009/12/leading-one-man-revolution.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751409276879674101/posts/default/6328499242805309319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751409276879674101/posts/default/6328499242805309319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teztees.blogspot.com/2009/12/leading-one-man-revolution.html' title='Leading the One Man Revolution'/><author><name>TeZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12612212293076589912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bJo899P0My4/S-mBnc4oBKI/AAAAAAAAAHo/OX_a5o4Xqto/S220/26392_1369438926939_1560716806_909430_7521151_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bJo899P0My4/SxWTxwwX41I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/EqlVpXa8fko/s72-c/n1560716806_41796_3505.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751409276879674101.post-3324859137098981907</id><published>2009-11-26T13:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T13:56:13.028-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's about that time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bJo899P0My4/Sw7dMBqkzmI/AAAAAAAAAFI/x_On2GWDkn4/s1600/rudolphsantapuppets.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bJo899P0My4/Sw7dMBqkzmI/AAAAAAAAAFI/x_On2GWDkn4/s320/rudolphsantapuppets.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oklahomarock.com/mp3/The%20Neighborhood%20-%20Have%20Yourself%20A%20Merry%20Little%20Christmas.mp3"&gt;The Neighborhood - “Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas”&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751409276879674101-3324859137098981907?l=teztees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teztees.blogspot.com/feeds/3324859137098981907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teztees.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-about-that-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751409276879674101/posts/default/3324859137098981907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751409276879674101/posts/default/3324859137098981907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teztees.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-about-that-time.html' title='It&apos;s about that time...'/><author><name>TeZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12612212293076589912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bJo899P0My4/S-mBnc4oBKI/AAAAAAAAAHo/OX_a5o4Xqto/S220/26392_1369438926939_1560716806_909430_7521151_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bJo899P0My4/Sw7dMBqkzmI/AAAAAAAAAFI/x_On2GWDkn4/s72-c/rudolphsantapuppets.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751409276879674101.post-3388516050688634842</id><published>2009-11-25T15:29:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T15:32:09.841-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My love is like a blanket...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bJo899P0My4/Sw2Yx7jFpBI/AAAAAAAAAFA/l4h1AoMLKSk/s1600/happy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bJo899P0My4/Sw2Yx7jFpBI/AAAAAAAAAFA/l4h1AoMLKSk/s400/happy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched a British film the other day, because that is what I do. There was this little speech of sorts that this guy gives at the end. He said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Neither one of you two know anything about women... The rest of us, I mean we just try to do everything by the book. And we're the ones that get shafted. We try to be what they want us to be. Ya know, we become reliable, mature, domesticated. And then what happens? They get bored. That's what happens. If all women really want is a pet, why don't they just buy a fucking Labrador. Well I've had enough being told to shit, and lie down, and roll over, and play dead. From now on, what you see is what you get."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And when I was listening to him say this, something kind of clicked inside of me. I don't know what it was but something made me realize I was in this guys shoes. However, I had stayed there too long, I'd become bitter, but then I didn't snap out of it. It became my mentality. I have been so bitter towards women that I didn't even see it anymore. I used to be such a sweet and loving guy. I used to love to pamper girls, make gifts, bend over backwards for them. I used to "lie down, roll over, and play dead." That was dumb on my part. I fell for the wrong ones. The ones that were too selfish to ever do anything for anyone other than themselves. They expected anything and everyone to look out for them, to take care of them. The sad thing is, they were so bitter and self-absorbed that they think I did something wrong to them. Now granted, back in HS I was a terrible bf. Same as in college. But I was good to these last three and they just used me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;People get burned all of the time, they let go and move on. But it seems like everyone around me, myself included, cannot get past anything anymore. We hold on to everything too long. Well I cut my losses... as of this moment right now. Yeah -- I am alone, but for how long? It's been 8 months and I've learned a lot about myself and about life since then. I am looking for a roommate now, making an offer an a house, and getting ready to start living the life I choose. There is no rush, no matter what happens this year, or next, or the year after... it just doesn't matter. As long as I am happy, proud of my decisions going forward, and loving each moment -- that is all that matters. This is just the start, it's not the finish line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. MB -- you are a terrible friend but I love you more than you will ever know! See you soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751409276879674101-3388516050688634842?l=teztees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teztees.blogspot.com/feeds/3388516050688634842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teztees.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-love-is-like-blanket.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751409276879674101/posts/default/3388516050688634842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751409276879674101/posts/default/3388516050688634842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teztees.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-love-is-like-blanket.html' title='My love is like a blanket...'/><author><name>TeZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12612212293076589912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bJo899P0My4/S-mBnc4oBKI/AAAAAAAAAHo/OX_a5o4Xqto/S220/26392_1369438926939_1560716806_909430_7521151_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bJo899P0My4/Sw2Yx7jFpBI/AAAAAAAAAFA/l4h1AoMLKSk/s72-c/happy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751409276879674101.post-9002681695370134018</id><published>2009-11-16T14:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T15:01:33.487-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mariella, Mariella...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bJo899P0My4/SwG5v-bxqYI/AAAAAAAAAE4/JUpKFVM085I/s1600/Alone.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bJo899P0My4/SwG5v-bxqYI/AAAAAAAAAE4/JUpKFVM085I/s400/Alone.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But Mariella just crossed her arms&lt;br /&gt;As she walked up the stairs&lt;br /&gt;And she went into her bedroom&lt;br /&gt;And she sat on her bed&lt;br /&gt;And she looked in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;And she thought to herself&lt;br /&gt;"If I wanna play, I can play with me&lt;br /&gt;If I wanna think, I'll think in my head"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At school, Mariella didn't have many friends&lt;br /&gt;Yeah the girls they all looked at her&lt;br /&gt;And they thought she was quite strange&lt;br /&gt;And the boys they're not really into girls at that age&lt;br /&gt;And the teachers, they thought Mariella was just going through a phase.&lt;br /&gt;But Mariella just smiled as she skipped down the road&lt;br /&gt;Because she knew all the secrets in her world&lt;br /&gt;Yes, she always got the crossword puzzle right everyday&lt;br /&gt;And she could do the alphabet backwards&lt;br /&gt;Without making any mistakes&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;As I embark on my daily journey of self-reflection and worldly awareness, I often find myself thinking about what could be in the future. I reflect of what has happened and why. I often wonder about relationships -- why they always fail. And I know that most people hate thinking about these things and when they do, their memories are a little skewed. I can be honest with myself. I am somewhat of a dick. I made up my own hand signal for asshole because I can be a HUGE one. My relationships failed because I let them. I often feel like I can do better, like I am not getting enough in return from this relationship. Most people only look at that statement and expect that I am referring to sex. This is not the case. I need intellectual stimulation. I hate dull conversations and I despise stupid things. I hate reality television and shows like gilmore girls. The fact that they have lifetime television for women really bothers me. But then again, I have grown over the past two years. I understand women need that channel. Just like a man needs ESPN. But two years ago, I needed more. I needed conversations that didn't start off about this person or that person, that didn't correlate with a weekly television schedule or what was gonna happen this week. I needed my mind to be worked with ideas of realism and possibilities. I love discussing religion, science, politics. I do because everyone's view of these topics are different. I don't need to be persuaded or argued with about them... I love conversations that explore these topics. And it is hard to find conversations that are like that. Too many people are uncomfortable with these things -- they have to stay in their shell or they feel vulnerable. It's okay, but that's just not for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But I am getting older and thinking to myself about life, my future, what happens next. There are no answers to seek. Life is a big unknown that one has to live and reflect on after the fact. I have, however, come to the conclusion that I am happiest when I am alone. I hate to admit it because I wonder if I will spend the next 63 years alone or if I will actually have the opportunity to check off number one and two on my lists of things to do in this life: 1) Be the greatest dad ever. 2) Be the greatest husband ever.&amp;nbsp; I don't know. And that is okay, I just know if it happens, I will be able to be those two things, no doubt. But until then, I will accept the fact that I love being alone. I love going places alone -- the movies, driving, dinner, Chicago... it doesn't matter. I love to be alone. I love listening to music, thinking about all kinds of crazy topics and researching them. I love being optimistic and telling myself that things are always going to end up okay. I love playing video games if I feel like it, or going to sleep at 930PM if I feel like it. It is okay to be alone. I have accepted this. I find that I am strongest, wisest, happiest when I am alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Now I know that eventually I will find someone that allows me to be all of these things and more with her in my life. But until then, I am flying solo on this one. And I will enjoy it; music up,&amp;nbsp; windows down, smile on my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I love my life, and I look forward to my destination -- wherever it may be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751409276879674101-9002681695370134018?l=teztees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teztees.blogspot.com/feeds/9002681695370134018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teztees.blogspot.com/2009/11/mariella-mariella.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751409276879674101/posts/default/9002681695370134018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751409276879674101/posts/default/9002681695370134018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teztees.blogspot.com/2009/11/mariella-mariella.html' title='Mariella, Mariella...'/><author><name>TeZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12612212293076589912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bJo899P0My4/S-mBnc4oBKI/AAAAAAAAAHo/OX_a5o4Xqto/S220/26392_1369438926939_1560716806_909430_7521151_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bJo899P0My4/SwG5v-bxqYI/AAAAAAAAAE4/JUpKFVM085I/s72-c/Alone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751409276879674101.post-4543853210541854765</id><published>2009-11-03T11:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T11:20:40.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You have to find the humor in it all...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bJo899P0My4/SvBggj29aFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/QGDL7Xjdvnw/s1600-h/calvin-and-hobbes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bJo899P0My4/SvBggj29aFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/QGDL7Xjdvnw/s320/calvin-and-hobbes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;People in this world never cease to amaze me. I firmly believe life is all about the small things. The little gestures people do for each other. People throw words around and say things that are so hateful and yet expect there not to be any repercussions from it.&amp;nbsp; People need to learn that as a society, a culture, we have to learn to be more loving, more kind. Hate is stronger now than I believe it has ever been. Because in previous era's -- there was hate. But people saw this as wrong and did something about it. We are so desensitized to hate that we see it and it's the norm. We don't feel this inner desire to change anything. We just see it, shrug our shoulders, and walk away. I know this is a broad statement and some people do things about it. I know I care enough and will step in and try to stop anything of that nature. Nobody can get along with everybody, but we have to at least be intelligent enough to understand that people can be different from us and it is okay. We don't have to understand it, like it, or agree with it -- but we have to learn to accept it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So be wise with your words, your actions, your emotions. Don't burn bridges and expect to rebuild them minutes later. There are repercussions for everything that we do. Sometimes terrible, sometimes the fallout is good. Only your actions can determine that. Nobody is perfect, but strive for perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I hope everyone finds something to laugh about today. Enjoy the small things... make the small things a big deal, even if people think that is dumb. Enjoy it. The new faces, the new smiles, the new feelings. Turn the page and start writing a new chapter in your life. 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