<?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-15156010</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:45:34.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Non-Local Yokal</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>James Morrow, Secretary General of United Nations</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016363005115491593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/230/3891/320/blog%20pic.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15156010.post-115638770214055693</id><published>2006-08-23T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T19:50:07.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its blue?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;So.... I was thinking..... why is dandruff shampoo always blue? I mean what does the color have to do with the effectivness of the product? of course I could drink bright green coke or something... but im not sure that i would like the idea of doing so... you know how it is... that brown liquid just looks ore refreshing ans appitizing... ;o) lol or maybe not.. ok well the has been my reintegration into the bloggin world.. i will probly be seeing more of you bloggers freaking in the near future... Loves&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/15156010-115638770214055693?l=jame617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/feeds/115638770214055693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15156010&amp;postID=115638770214055693&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/115638770214055693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/115638770214055693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-blue.html' title='Its blue?'/><author><name>James Morrow, Secretary General of United Nations</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016363005115491593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/230/3891/320/blog%20pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15156010.post-114676278835081189</id><published>2006-05-04T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T10:14:06.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm some stuff, hope you can make some sense out of it :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok, so I guess it has been forever.... andI am sorry for that..Ii have just been focused on other things.. And not really concerned for my blog.. So I suppose that I willl post now.. so you all have soemthing to read.. =P So how have you peeps been? have not seen you all for a while.. and soem of you for a LONG while... :o( that makes me cry.. yeah I was gone for a weekend when I got my wisdom teeth pulled out.. That was an adventure to be sure... Not really something that I would cherish having done again... uhh no... anyeas, hmmm well what should I tell you all? There are so many things going on really. Kenley's house is getting closer and closer every day.. speaking of which, I should be workign rigth now.. but...... yeah you know I need to post real quick.. :P hehe ok i somehow went like 168 minutes over on my cell phone.... and so I have an extra 75.50 to pay now.. =/ ouch that hurts..&lt;br /&gt;Well, something that God has been showing me is to pray extravigently... It's like He will teach us soemthing and then go and compound on the same thing for ever... kinda cool if you ask me.. but I have really just been realizing even more now thatn before, that if we want God to do great thiongs, then we gotta ask Him to do great things.. It seem so often we are almost scared to ask Him to move in any way that is bigger than us. But the deal is not about us, it is about HIm, and People finding Him... How do we expect Him to change the world, if we are only asking Him to "help us to be good christians, and follow him" yet never are willing to be used out side of our normal life. We ask Him to use us here, which is very good, and so we should do. (cause i understand that all(me included) are not able to just up and leave and go to some random place. We have things that we need to finish here. And rightly so. For us college peeps: an education. that is a nessecary thing) yeah, not only should we pray for that, and for His Holy Spirit to be at work else where, but for Him to work in HUGE, crazy, unimaginable ways. I think that that exhibits faith on our part. Praying and believing that God is going to change the world. If we want specific yet Hugely crazy things to happen, then we need to be prayign specifically for those things! =) Our prayers are not in vain. Never believe the lies that, we are doign no good by praying.. and that we are just one person. even if it were just one person. that one would be heard by out Savior. And those prayers would NOT be for nothing. Our God is truly amazing, yeah? And that does not even begin to describe Him. He is so much more, so much that we can not understand. Yet the mystery of Him is an awesome thing in its self... Just that some one could be THAT ******** (I dont have a word to describe Him but I think you all know what i meant there. but can't be put into words) that none of us is able to eve sratch the surface of Him... now that is cool, how do we ever doubt Him? thats kinda a funny question. how crazy we are. we actually think that we could do thigns better on our own.. hehe wow.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I have talked alot, and not sure what I have said. Just a jumble of my thoughts and feelings for you all to TRY(good luck) and sort out and make some sense of.. ;o)&lt;br /&gt;Thansk for reading this =P I hope to see you all soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15156010-114676278835081189?l=jame617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/feeds/114676278835081189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15156010&amp;postID=114676278835081189&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/114676278835081189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/114676278835081189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/2006/05/hmm-some-stuff-hope-you-can-make-some.html' title='hmm some stuff, hope you can make some sense out of it :P'/><author><name>James Morrow, Secretary General of United Nations</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016363005115491593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/230/3891/320/blog%20pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15156010.post-114479372110559688</id><published>2006-04-11T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T15:19:28.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, ok it is here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hey, yo diggy doggy... That was judt for Diane, cause that is like what her new voice mail says...I just realized that I need to learn to type like this, not looking at the key board... thats what i am doing now, and it is actually not that hard... lol But i can't type as fast that way yet, so i am gonna go back to the other way that i type. hmmm, well I actually don't knwo what to talk about here.... I'm at Kenley's house.. cept not on the lappy.. I am just on his desk top, cause it is always on and always connected, so it is easier.. :o) Well, his old house is ready to sell! I finished all the stuff on it that the buyer said they wanted fixed before they would sign on it. And im drinking a Coca-Cola... yes, the real brand, and yes not Dr. Pepper.. wow, what is the world coming to... So have you all seen my new shirt that Ian got me? It is all black, with the white words "Shirt if Invisibility +2".. it is like the greatest shirt in the whole world.. Makes me want to play StarWars Knights of The Old Republic II.. that has go to be one of the best games for xbox that has ever been made... oh, and just incase some of yas was wondering if you should get a game called Still Life, then DONT!!!! it is sooooo bunch of crap! I think that I would never have bought it if I had known that it sucked so bad. I mean you spend hours trying to figure out these murders, with only a few clues to lead you. And so in the end you figure it out, and catch the killer just before he owns your friend. You shoot him, and he falls back into the river, and that is the end of the game.. you never figure out who he was, or if you even killed him, cause during the credits, you see divers searchin the river looking for his body, but they only find his mask... So you scream at the top of your lungs, "I HATE YOU!!! I HATE YOUUU!!!!" And then you take the disk out of you box, and chuck it at the wall full force! And then your controller follows the disk... then, shocked and stunned by what has just happened, you reach down and pick up the pieces of what was once your favorite controller, and wimper "what have I done?" Then everything fades to black, and you wake up on a sunny beach in Tahiti.........surrounded but TONS of Gorgeous.......................................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.............................................................................sand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And then you wake up from the shock of your head hitting your desk when you fell over forward while asleep in class... it was mearly a dream with-in a dream....you want desperatly to kill your teacher... Ok im done. Well my friends, I will post again soo when i can think of stuff to write about... ;o) lol Laters,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Loves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15156010-114479372110559688?l=jame617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/feeds/114479372110559688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15156010&amp;postID=114479372110559688&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/114479372110559688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/114479372110559688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/2006/04/ok-ok-it-is-here.html' title='Ok, ok it is here'/><author><name>James Morrow, Secretary General of United Nations</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016363005115491593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/230/3891/320/blog%20pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15156010.post-113944184094197349</id><published>2006-02-08T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T15:37:33.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>erck!</title><content type='html'>2/8/2006&lt;br /&gt;Wed. 6:19pm EST.&lt;br /&gt;NBC Office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok then... it is time for a new post and I think that I will write about a hot dog that I ate the other day.... but wait....I didn't eat one of those the other day so now I am just in the dark about everything! Dangit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok never mind.. forget all that..let me start over... Ok, so im in todd's 'arffice' (for all you homestar runner fans...) typing away on his comp... loooking at the keyboard as i do so by the way... I can type like this, but it just takes me a lil longer, cause I am not really used to it.. so I am going to go back to this type of type... ;-) lol im so funny.. ooooooooooookay.....riiiiiiight...... ok what to talk about... um Life is kinda chill I guess... I got a 76 on my history mid term tho..... :-( but i am actually happy, cause the class average was 42.72... SO!! i really can't complain! well, i mean i could, but what good would it do me and then i would just be a whiner, and ya'll would shun me or something... ;-) hehe oooohhh.....its now 6:27.. lol but its ok, ill be just a lil late for church.. you know, make a fashion statement and all........by being a lil late..... yah, I think that that is called soemthing, but i'm not sure what... You know, this is gonna be another one of those posts that Diane just CAN'T read all the way through! just cause it is soooooo boring in her book.... actually, i don't think tghat any of you will get through this thing.. :-)&lt;br /&gt;lets see....Ok, I would like to take a monent to say that....uhhh... yeah never mind.. i actually wasn't going to say anything.. :-) ok ill catch you all later...&lt;br /&gt;loves&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15156010-113944184094197349?l=jame617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/feeds/113944184094197349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15156010&amp;postID=113944184094197349&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/113944184094197349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/113944184094197349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/2006/02/erck.html' title='erck!'/><author><name>James Morrow, Secretary General of United Nations</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016363005115491593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/230/3891/320/blog%20pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15156010.post-113886380825944654</id><published>2006-02-01T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T23:04:36.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God strikes again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok so I now know for sure what my gift of discernment is for.... It was given to me so that I can know when, and what about, to pray for people without them even saying.. and not only that, but to also for sure get others involved in praying as well... well anyways, as many of you know, i first realized, with the help of Todd, at SLC, what this gift was... I had been experiencing it at work with this one person, but i had no idea that it was anything... just thought I was feeling sorry for the person that was going trough a lil bit of a rough relationship... so anyways yah... I would ask all of you to join me in praying for this girl at TCC... I have never met her. Never even spoken to her.. I did not know her name till today, when someone told me that they think it is Brandy... so anyways.. I have seen Brandy there for a couple semesters.. And back then, me and someone else, jokingly nicknamed her "Miss In-control" cause she always looks so confident, so together, so to-her-self because she has no reason to talk to other people that she doesn't know.. and this is what everyone sees her as... But as I watched her today, she looked just the same. in control of everything, together, with it, just fine. But I saw her differently. the outside mask was suddenly stripped away, and I saw this girl, so lonely, so insecure, just wanting someone to love her for who she is, rather than who he is because he is with her...SO to cover up how insecure and lonely she is, she puts on this face off having it all together, and that she doesn't need anyone.. But in her eyes there was such pain and just a sense of complete, "lostness", not knowing what to do.. Now she has this boyfriend, who's facebook profile says somethin as follows: "yeah, my girlfriend is fine isn't she? and she looks great naked. So stay off b**ches...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thats the love that she has found..that is what she is trying to fill the whole in her heart with.. he only likes her for who she makes him, because he is dating her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What i see is just that she wants to be loved for who she is..not what she is..she is searching, I can see that.. She needs Christs love. the love that can make her feel beautiful, that can make her full... The ONLY love that will fill the lonelyness and longing inside of her.. He, Jesus Christ, is what she is searching for.. She just doesn't know it... He ahs the EXACT kind of love that she is longing for... the kind of love that will give her meaning in life... the kind of love that can change the world...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now like i said, i have NEVER even spoken to her.. but i am commiting to praying for her untill i see God do something in her life.. so i ask that you all will pray with me on this.. pray that God wil continue to touch her heart, and that He will begin to show her that it is His love that she needs and wants... And pray for me, that I wil be willing to be used by God in whatever way he will in this situation... I would Love to see this girl come out of a life of sinfull nothingness, and into the light of life that comes from her Savior Jesus Christ...Who when He hung on that Cross, He thought of her.. he thought of how precious she is to Him, and of the fact that He was about to give His life, so that she might have LIFE... Pray that &lt;em&gt;somehow&lt;/em&gt; someone, (be it me or someone else..i don't care. all i want is to see her come to Christ.. I want NO glory.. if i could just be completely unseen in the back, just as a prayer warrior for her soul.. then i will choose that.. however I am willing to be the administrator of the love of Christ to her) so pray that somehoe, someone would be able to show her just what Christ thought as He hung on the cross, and died for her... and if i be the means that God uses to bring her to Him, then pray for me that I would be able to let Christ speak through me, and that i would have the courage to, throught the strength of Christ, go against all the powers of this world, and the powers of the devil, that want to keep her from the truth.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have no idea why God chooses to do the things that He does... all I know is that he gave me a look into the heart of a hurting girl, and then from there, let me decide if i was gonna do anything about it.. at first i just thought, 'oh.. huh, yah she seems lost and insecure behind her mask.. but what am I gonna do about it...' but through that day, as I was at Kenley's house working, God kept bringing to my mind that, Hey, I could pray for her... and so i told God, that yeas i could, and i would.. so I am just asking all of you to join me in it.. I have no idea how long it will take... we may never even see the results untill we get to heavan and look over to see her standing there before her Savior, cleansed and forgiven... In which arriving there, was in no small part due to the faithfull prayers of His saints.. Ok, well i think you are prolly about to die drom reading so much, so i will leave you with this.. it says in the Bible, that the ear of the Lord is attentive to the prayers of the righteous.... so let us pray with hearts full of the spirit of the Living God! I love you guys, hasta la pasta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15156010-113886380825944654?l=jame617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/feeds/113886380825944654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15156010&amp;postID=113886380825944654&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/113886380825944654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/113886380825944654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/2006/02/god-strikes-again.html' title='God strikes again'/><author><name>James Morrow, Secretary General of United Nations</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016363005115491593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/230/3891/320/blog%20pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15156010.post-113876217769372725</id><published>2006-01-31T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T21:52:51.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love like Jesus. Continued...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ohh! well I should be studying Geo right now... But seeing as how I was not able to get the text book that I need to study the material from for the test tomorrow... I'm just gonna post, and then study my notes that I have from that class...  so anyways.. It will all be good.. :-) YAY! WOOT!! Woohoo!! la lala.... Ok yeah... anyways.. its not really a big deal tho... cause this class is uber easy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways... hrmm, yah as I heard this song on the radio at Kenley's Cumberland house today.... lol yes. This is gonna be another "What God taught James today while working at Kenley's..." so if you don't care to hear about that, then you can stop reading now.. caues that is what it is from here on out.. :-) Ok anyways.. so I've been thinking about Nicole's 2nd to last post lately.. the one about Loving people like Jesus would... and I've come to a few conclusions.. but before I can say all that, I need for you all to see this song by Jeremy Camp real quick.. You all have heard it and prolly know it well.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In only a moment truth was seen&lt;br /&gt;Revealed this mystery&lt;br /&gt;The crown that showed no dignity he wore&lt;br /&gt;And the king was placed for all the world to show disgrace&lt;br /&gt;But only beauty flowed from this place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would you take the place of this man&lt;br /&gt;Would you take the nails from his hands&lt;br /&gt;Would you take the place of this man&lt;br /&gt;Would you take the nails from his hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He held the weight of impurity&lt;br /&gt;The Father would not see&lt;br /&gt;The reasons had finally come to be, to show&lt;br /&gt;The depth of His grace flowed with every sin erased&lt;br /&gt;He knew that this was why he came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you take the place of this man&lt;br /&gt;Would you take the nails from his hands&lt;br /&gt;Would you take the place of this man&lt;br /&gt;Would you take the nails from his hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we just don't know&lt;br /&gt;The blood and water flowed&lt;br /&gt;And in it all He showed&lt;br /&gt;Just how much He cared&lt;br /&gt;And the veil was torn&lt;br /&gt;So we could have this open door&lt;br /&gt;And all these things have finally been complete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you take the place of this man&lt;br /&gt;Would you take the nails from his hands&lt;br /&gt;Would you take the place of this man&lt;br /&gt;Would you take the nails from his hands,&lt;br /&gt;From his hands, from his hands, from his hands...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, wow... yeah, that is loving like Jesus. Something we must ask our selves... &lt;em&gt;WOULD&lt;/em&gt; you take His place? Would you be willing to sacrifice everything for the lives of other people...people that hated you. would you be willing to say: Ok, my plans for a career, my plans to get married, my relationsip with my girlfriend/boyfriend is &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as important to me than the lives of all the other people in the world that don't even know you exist. and when you die for them they still won't know that you had just saved them... their lives will go on because of you. but they will not care nor pay it any heed... And they will reject your sacrifice when they find out about it, and say, What a fool! Knowing this, now would you let someone put you up against a wooden wall, and &lt;em&gt;hammer NAILS&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;through&lt;/span&gt; your wrists, and then through the &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;bone&lt;/span&gt; of your feet...crushing and splintering it as the metal &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;spikes&lt;/span&gt; go through... and then you will &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;hang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; there &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bleeding&lt;/span&gt; to death... unable to breath because your arms are stretched above you so tightly...the only way to then get a breath, is to push your &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;WHOLE&lt;/span&gt; body weight aginst that nail that has &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;stapled&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; your feet to the wall. Now when the pressure is off your arms, you can take a gasping breathe... Then the pain of holding your self up against the steel of the nails through your feet, becomes too much, you let your self fall... but your do not fall for long...You are caught with a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;JOLT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by the nails in your wrists...they tear and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RIP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; the wholes in your arms even more as you come to a sudden stop... the pain is SO much at times, that that you nearly pass out... In this condition you will hang...by the nails...for HOURS, untill finally...your drown...yes you will drown...not in water... in air... you will try to breath, but the pain of pushing yourself up is now too much to even bear... and so you let yourself sufocate..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Would you take the place of this man? Would you? for to be willing to do this, is to love like Christ... Sounds impossible, right? Well on our own it is... Without the spirit of God in us, breaking away our selfish nature, we would not be able to do this.. Why? because it would be against everything that made sense to us... what would convince us to do it? gun point? No, of coarse not! Shoot me instead... Only the supernatural LOVE of God in our lives could convince us that we should do this... But still, we all have that Love in our lives.. so what is the problem? the problem is that we are not totally surrendered to the Almighty will of our Lord... We are still holding onto our lives, thinking that they belong to us... They do not however. They came from God, and back to Him they must go...THIS is what it means to be surrendered to the cause of Christ... Its just like Tamara reminded me the other day: We CANNOT live out the love of Christ. Thats just a fact.. It is impossible to do.. We must let Him live it out through us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;To Love others like Jesus, is to be willing to live the life that Jesus lived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Would you take the place of this man?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15156010-113876217769372725?l=jame617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/feeds/113876217769372725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15156010&amp;postID=113876217769372725&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/113876217769372725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/113876217769372725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/2006/01/love-like-jesus-continued.html' title='Love like Jesus. Continued...'/><author><name>James Morrow, Secretary General of United Nations</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016363005115491593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/230/3891/320/blog%20pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15156010.post-113866642305837080</id><published>2006-01-30T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T22:11:52.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why did i dew this twice?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ok, so I was just commenting on Lori &amp;amp; Amberly's blog, and the comment turned out so good that I decided to turn it into a post.. So here it is.. Hope ya'll enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;OK! This is just freakin sad! No one has commented on the last 5 posts! So I am gonna be the hero of the world (err rather a lil house in Kiev, Ukraine) and comment! So here am I, James.. You know, if Ukraine would join the U.N., then I might be able to have an excuse to use U.N. funds in order to travel to a lil house in Kiev, Ukraine for U.N. 'reasons' of coarse.. Seeing as how I am the Secretary General, I can do what ever I want. Cause no one is higher than me in rank... So yes. When the day grows long and I am tired from trying to feed an entire country.. No wait...CRAP!!! The whole freakin' U.N.!!! Dangit! What ever, I can just borrow some money from my good ol' friend George over in the USA... Whew! Good thing I can think of answers to my problems so fast! Anyways, like I was saying....Then when I get tired of feeding a nation, I'll take a short flight over to Kiev, and then call one of my contacts. This guy named Daniel.. And make my way to the lil house in Kiev, Ukraine.. Where I will conduct some very important business before leaving again... Oh wait!!! Crap One of my contacts In Tallahassee just told me that he was in Kenley's house and someone just tried to break in the back door! Hold on a sec, let me get the coordinants, and I'll just send a nuke... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Talking on a Satellite Radio: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"pfshhhst... James, come in James."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Copy that. Go ahead Sir."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Get out of there as fast as you can. I'm sending a nuke to take out that guy once and for all."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Roger that. Proceeding with hostile prejudice. Over and out."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ok, now that I got that taken care of.. Phew, my job is so taxing... Well ok.. Time for me to go now.. James Morrow, Secretary general of The United Nations &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15156010-113866642305837080?l=jame617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/feeds/113866642305837080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15156010&amp;postID=113866642305837080&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/113866642305837080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/113866642305837080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/2006/01/why-did-i-dew-this-twice.html' title='Why did i dew this twice?'/><author><name>James Morrow, Secretary General of United Nations</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016363005115491593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/230/3891/320/blog%20pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15156010.post-113850277078978693</id><published>2006-01-28T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T18:46:11.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To drink the dew, or not to drink the dew.......</title><content type='html'>Ok so Janelle is currently harrasing me on AIM about updating, so i am gonna do it now...  ya i REALLY wish that I had a dew right now.. but i don;t and so i am not going to cry over it.. ok? I said OK?? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;OK?????&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  dang its so hard to get any feed back from you guys.. Gosh!!....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weird things about me....&lt;br /&gt;1. I can drink up to 13 gallons of Dr. Pepper in the span of 5 days and still sleep normaly. (and gain absolutly no weight)&lt;br /&gt;2. My calander is already on Feb, and its only Jane 28th.&lt;br /&gt;3. When I have to pee, I get really freaked out if people walk behind me.&lt;br /&gt;4. I used to have a picture frame in my room that says "Love" on it, and i had a pic of myself from when i was 5 in it for a few months.&lt;br /&gt;5. I was addicted to Mountain Dew Code Red. cause every time I would drive past the Publix on Mahan I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;had&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to stop and buy a can of it for 30 cents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i think that is enough for on day..... my work is done here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15156010-113850277078978693?l=jame617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/feeds/113850277078978693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15156010&amp;postID=113850277078978693&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/113850277078978693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/113850277078978693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/2006/01/to-drink-dew-or-not-to-drink-dew.html' title='To drink the dew, or not to drink the dew.......'/><author><name>James Morrow, Secretary General of United Nations</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016363005115491593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/230/3891/320/blog%20pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15156010.post-113822962841641197</id><published>2006-01-25T14:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T14:53:48.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm just dewing this for Lori....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3381/1394/1600/cam%20shots%20029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3381/1394/400/cam%20shots%20029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15156010-113822962841641197?l=jame617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/feeds/113822962841641197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15156010&amp;postID=113822962841641197&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/113822962841641197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/113822962841641197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-just-dewing-this-for-lori.html' title='I&apos;m just dewing this for Lori....'/><author><name>James Morrow, Secretary General of United Nations</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016363005115491593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/230/3891/320/blog%20pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15156010.post-113821268192378553</id><published>2006-01-25T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T10:11:22.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lil closer look into the heart of this dewd.. ;)</title><content type='html'>Ok so first off, the Steelers are pretty 'tight'... (the person i wrote that for, you know who you are:-)) ok so anyways, I am gonna post a pic of myself, then I am gonna talk to ya for a while.. I wanted to post more than just one, but its proving to be a pain in the butt at the moment, and i fone have alot of time... ok so heeeeere we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3381/1394/1600/cam%20shots%20030.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3381/1394/400/cam%20shots%20030.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehh?? you like? Don't i just look so studious?? pretty sweet, yeah? Too bad I'm not smiling, but i don't feel like taking another pic. so this on with do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so its wednesday, and in at Kenleys house in between classes..eating my sandwiches that I packed to day...(yup I packed a lunch just for you Tam ;-)) ok so I walk into K's house today, and there is this big paper bag on the couch.. actually it it the one in the pic.. so i look inside and it is FULL of contact lens solution... and Im thinking.."Where does he get stuff like this!?" this guys got all the connections that a man could ask for...especial &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(yes. like the 1/2 lbs. burrito from Taco Bell) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;his connections to a certain Guy that is fixing his house fro him.. prolly the most importand contact of all!! errr, maybe not.. stow-ever..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A lil something that you may wanna know, or maybe not. but I'm gonna share it with those of you who do care... Ok, so having had people tell me that I am an influential spiritual leader, has served to confirm what God has been showing me over time.. And that is also one of my strongest desires.. to help others to grow along with me in our faith and love of our beautiful Saviour.. yet even tho leading may be one of my strongest desires, it is also one of my greatest fears... that I will fail, that I will not be able to fullfill my calling from God.. that I will let Him and you all down... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;However this is only so, in order for His strength to be made perfect in my weakness.. So that I must rely on Him for all my strengh and life. When I fall, there He will be ready to pick me up yet again and set me back on the straight path that leads to Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Isn't it funny how our Lord does that? He gives us a passion, yet then allows that same passion to be one of our greatest weaknesses.. This serves as proof that He alone gives us power and courage.. That all strength comes from Him. So that NO man should boast... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For those who put there faith in the Lord will soar on wings as eagles. They will walk and not grow weary, they will run and not faint...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; thats not a word-for-word copy of that verse... Its the way I remember it in my mind.. so pardon me if it is not &lt;em&gt;exact. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways that is just a lil bit of a look into my life with God...&lt;br /&gt;Ok well i have to go to class now.. OHH JOY!! 1 hour and 45 mins of American History here I come!! ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15156010-113821268192378553?l=jame617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/feeds/113821268192378553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15156010&amp;postID=113821268192378553&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/113821268192378553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/113821268192378553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/2006/01/lil-closer-look-into-heart-of-this.html' title='A Lil closer look into the heart of this dewd.. ;)'/><author><name>James Morrow, Secretary General of United Nations</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016363005115491593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/230/3891/320/blog%20pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15156010.post-113796677302838532</id><published>2006-01-22T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T13:52:53.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Steelers are dewin it right...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3381/1394/1600/steelers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3381/1394/320/steelers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YEAH, PRETTY MUCH......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15156010-113796677302838532?l=jame617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/feeds/113796677302838532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15156010&amp;postID=113796677302838532&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/113796677302838532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/113796677302838532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/2006/01/steelers-are-dewin-it-right.html' title='The Steelers are dewin it right...'/><author><name>James Morrow, Secretary General of United Nations</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016363005115491593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/230/3891/320/blog%20pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15156010.post-113773984927390233</id><published>2006-01-19T22:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T22:50:49.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Maxima will dew fine(I hope)</title><content type='html'>So, tomorrow is the big Student Life Conference... or more currently accepted, Student Life 'Tour'. not sure how i feel about the name change yet.. its been like 3-4 years, and im still mulling it over.. hrmmm... I am very excited about what God will teach me, as well as all the youth and other adult leaders that are going.. However, because my last class does not get out until 3:10, I shall be driving myself to Birmingham Al. in order to attend the conference.. the rest of the youth group is leaving the church at like 1:00.. I will not be able to skip that class either, because it is an accelerated term class.. meanign it will be done in the end of Feb... so each lecture is 1 hour and 45 mins long... and so much stuff is covers in one class that i can't afford to el skipo..... but anyways.. I will do the 5+ hour drivew all alone... '-( *weep*&lt;br /&gt;Ok onto other matters... Im not sure how many of you thatg are going will see this post, but there is somehting that i want to show you that God has been teaching me... and since I know that God likes to show us stuff, and then reinforce it by teaching us the same thing on a youth trip shortly after, I am gonna keep an eye out so that God can amuse me.. :) I think he likes to do that.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;Ok but anyway.. so as I've been spending my alone time with God, he has started to impress upon me this:&lt;br /&gt;When Christ paid the price for our sins, it cost him His life... duh... However, we know that He did not fear men nor what men could to to him... yet he was so distressed that he sweated blood. and asked God to make a way for him to not have to do this... ok so what God has been showing me is that Christ was not afraid of death, nor the pain involved...Granted I'm sure he did not look forward to it or anything... The only thing that He was afraid of, was being separated from God... breaking that connection with His father. For all of eternity they had been in constant communion with each other, but now that was about to be broken for the first time... it was this that broke the heart of God, not only the Father but the Son as well.. it was this that caused our Savior so much pain... So often We tend to belittle that fact, and focus more on the fact that Christ DIED. Which is not small thing, mind you.. but i think that the bigger thing, is that he, for our sake was willing to have the Father turn his back on him... to be disowned by his own flesh and blood, if you will.. to lose a part of his very self. that was the ultimate sacrifice... for he knew that when he died, that he would be raised up three days later.. he knew that the physical pain would only be temporary.. yet when he the face of the Lord was turned from him, he cried out, "my God, my God, why have your forsaken me?" and it was then that he gave up his spirit and died. it was not the physical pain that was too unbearable.. it was the separation from the Father...&lt;br /&gt;How I pray that God would make that our heart! Imagine it! To be so connected and in love with God, that the act of being separated from him would be enough for us to just die! An awesome thought that is!&lt;br /&gt;Well that is my prayer for us all. For the Lord to give us that kind of desire for Him. That kind of yearning to be one with Him!&lt;br /&gt;I love you guys and can't wait to see just what God has planned for each one of you... let me know what is happening with you in your own walks.. and keep me accountable.. you guys are such an encouragement to me! I would prolly not be where I am now without having you all there to keep me going, to keep me from messing up too bad.. to be like, 'James, what the heck are you thinking!?!?' ;-) and then ill be like, uhhh yeah your right.. (or atleast i Hope and pray that i will be! hehe)&lt;br /&gt;Ok this has been way too long, and I will be very proud of you all if you made it through!! but as a reward fo those of you who did make it to the end.. come to me sometime, and i'll take you out and buy ya lunch.. :) but please don't tell anyone about that...they HAVE to have read the whole post to find out.. I can't be going broke and all... "I aint' finna have that!" Hehe!!!! ok bye for real my droogy droogs! Loves&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15156010-113773984927390233?l=jame617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/feeds/113773984927390233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15156010&amp;postID=113773984927390233&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/113773984927390233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/113773984927390233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/2006/01/maxima-will-dew-finei-hope.html' title='The Maxima will dew fine(I hope)'/><author><name>James Morrow, Secretary General of United Nations</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016363005115491593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/230/3891/320/blog%20pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15156010.post-113753970129618886</id><published>2006-01-17T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T15:15:01.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A blog worth dewing AND reading...</title><content type='html'>(this is really long, but please read it) Hey there every one! How goes the war known as school? One week in.... oh joy... you know, Kenleys house is starting to look pretty good! :) yup, fun stuff.. i can't wait till it is done! that will be like the coolest hang spot ever! yup yup... ok onto a lil bit of a more serious note..&lt;br /&gt; While i was working at kenleys house today, I was trying to use that time to let God speak to me, since I am there for hours on end all alone... so today I feel that God was convicting me of something that I feel i need to share with you all. whew....here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the recent past I have not been honest with you about my walk with Christ. Over the three months after my Mom died, I may have seemed to you all(prolly not tho) to have everything under control, and that my relationship with God was also fine. however that is not the case. Now i dont believe that i tried to fake it, yet i did not speak the truth when asked how i was doing.&lt;br /&gt;For thew first two weeks or so after she died, my walk with Christ grew stronger, and i was trusting in His knowledge of what was best. as you may remember, i was very verbal about that then... I talked with many of you about how awesome God was and how He was going to make everything all right. I believed it then, and i believe it now. Yet as time grew on in the days to follow, i slowly began to fall away from God. Satan was using my pain to get to me, and in the midst of my confution and hopelessness i believed the lies. I began to question God, asking him why he woulds alow this...&lt;br /&gt;It is scary how smooth and decietful the evil one is.. I remember interrogating God with questions as to why he would leave a 7, and 9 year old without a mother... i was not asking for myself, but on the behalf of my younger siblings... so i thought that it was alright, but that is exactly what Satan wanted me to do.. doubt God. He used any way that he could to make me believe that God did not know what he was doing.&lt;br /&gt;So, as my doubt increased i slowly stoped having my quiet time, untill i was not spending any time with God at all..  I knew that i was wrong, because of everything that i have learned in my life.. yet now no matter how hard i tried, i just couldn't care anymore.. &lt;br /&gt;I felt so alone.. like i had no one to go to, or that no one was there. Tamara and Nicole were gone to school.. and every one here still had thier own lives to live..(I am not blaming here.. I was in the wrong, not you all) so i jsut kinda gave up. I couldn't go home caseu i could not stand to be in that house, cause it would only make me think of my mom, and the pain was just too great..&lt;br /&gt;As this is happening, my coworkers at Outback, seemed to actually care about me, like they were actually real friends.. I was so lonely that I took thier friendship. I needed love, and i was not feeling Gods because i had shut him out. These friends were always inviting me to hang out with them and stuff. it seemed that  they were there for me. when i needed to talk, several of them would take the time to talk after work.. and i had it in common with a few of them who had gone thro similar things... so for the next month and a half i went out with them all the time.. after work going over to TGI fridays till like 2:00 in the morning, or just staying at outback till about then... and as i did, i grew even farther from God. these "friends" were only pulling me farther away from Him... I didn't read my bible, and i didn't even rememeber to pray. i just fell right to sleep when i got home at night. the music that i listened to was Definatly not Christian.. and that just brought me farther from Christ..&lt;br /&gt;Now, i knew this. I Kknew I was falling away from God, but i didn't care. I knew I should care, But I just didn't. it seemed that God had let me down. When in truth I had let Him down. He was there all the time, just waiting for me to come back. telling me over and over again that he loved me and that he would take care of me. I just refused to listen to Him.. and so i brought additional suffering upon my self.&lt;br /&gt;Then, between the begining to mid November, (somewhere in there.. hehe) I broke down, i just could not stand not felling God anymore. but i didn;t know how to get back to Him. I finally let someone in one what was going on in my life. I talked to Kenley for several hours one night. I cried for a long time and told him what im telling you. and he told me that it was okay to be angry, and wonder why God would let this happen. And to question Him. But if i would listen then God would tell me. later that week I was able to go to Wednesday church for the first time in about a year, becaseu i randomly had that day off work.. While i was there, we sung this song in worship, that said something about: i have placed my faith in the lies of men. and believed that You could not save me.. or some thing like that... Well that hit me like a ton of bricks! in an instant it seemed like a cloud was washed away, and i saw jsut how stupid i was being to turn away from God. I droped down in that service and talked to Jesus for the first time in about two months.. it was so amazing! As SOON as i came back, He was RIGHT there waiting like he had been the whole time! I asked him to forgive me for doubting him. And to make me whole again like only he could. To fill that empty place again, where He used to be untill i left him..&lt;br /&gt;As we all know, after something like that you don't just all of a sudden become the same Christian again that you once were.. It had injured my walk with Christ.  But i started coming back to Him, and learning things that i never knew before.. I can feel His presence, and i just sit and talk to him like a friends... talking about all sorts of stuff.. I love to pray again, God is becoming a much stronger friend than i have felt Him before. Im some ways i fell i know Him better than I did back at Student Life Camp, when he was just SOO amazing! in other was i fell i have lost parts of the connection with Him that i felt then. Yet once again the Lord is alowing me to see into the lives of others with the gift of disernment that He has given me. He is Beginning to be my everything. I'm finding satisfaction in Him, and in His love. He is blessing my life in ways i never thought possible... ;-) And I can hear His leading me. I've stalled too long. All this that I have talked about, has just served as a means to slow me down, but now with Christ as my leader I will get involved with the youth, like I planned to do before my mom died. They need leadership, and some one has to take that place. I am so proud of guys like Paul and Brandon who are already on there way there! They show a great amount of leadership and love for God. I pray that you guys would not wait so long as I to understand that! Keep going like you are! And know that I will be running right beside you not only keeping you steady, but leaning on YOU for support as well! I had lost sight of the picture that we all saw of what God had in store for this generation of youth in out church, and also else-where. But Jesus has helped me to see that again! and with renewed vigor I say we plunge head first into Him. and let him finish painting His masterpeice through us!  Here is something from Psalms 40 that i read in my quiet time today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"I waited patiently for the L&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ORD&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And He incined to me and heard my cry. He brought me up out of the pit of destruction, out of the miry clay, and He set my feet upon a rock making my footsteps firm. he put a new song in my mouth, a song of praise to our God;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;many will see and fear, and will trust in the L&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ORD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lord, make that my prayer! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Isn't that sweet! I feel like that was written just to me! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now, i know its cliche to put song lyrics on your blog, but I REALLY wanna share something woth you guys that has really helped me trust God more with all that has happened with my mom and stuff. And i feel that this song is true for almost any other circumstance.. :) k just a sec let me find the lyrics on line.. ;) hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Two months is too little. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;They let him go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;They had no sudden healing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;To think that providence would Take a child from his mother while she prays &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Is appalling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Who told us we’d be rescued? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;What has changed and why should we be saved &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;from nightmares? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;We’re asking why this happens &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;To us who have died to live? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;It’s unfair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is what it means to be held. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And you survive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is what it is to be loved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And to know that the promise was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;When everything fell we’d be held. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;This hand is bitterness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;We want to taste it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;let the hatred numb our sorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The wise hands opens slowly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;to lilies of the valley and tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is what it means to be held. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And you survive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is what it is to be loved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And to know that the promise was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;When everything fell we’d be held. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;If hope is born of suffering. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;If this is only the beginning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Can we not wait for one hour watching for our Savior? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is what it means to be held. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And you survive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;his is what it is to be loved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And to know that the promise was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;When everything fell we’d be held.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;We'd be held.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Thats  by Natalie Grant, it called "Held".. (duh right hehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well my friend! I hope to be seeing each and every on of you soon! i love you all! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Peace out yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;James&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15156010-113753970129618886?l=jame617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/feeds/113753970129618886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15156010&amp;postID=113753970129618886&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/113753970129618886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/113753970129618886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-worth-dewing-and-reading.html' title='A blog worth dewing AND reading...'/><author><name>James Morrow, Secretary General of United Nations</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016363005115491593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/230/3891/320/blog%20pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15156010.post-113719946249749789</id><published>2006-01-13T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T22:16:20.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There is no dew on Kenley's driveway...</title><content type='html'>Ok so this is time.. this is time.. this is time to blog again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We choose to go to the moon..... We choose to go to the moon..... We shoose to go to the moon in this decade and do the other thing. Not because it is easy, but because it is hard....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are the imortal words of John F. K.... cept the not so imortal...nor interesting...nor does anyone care... especial not me... especial like the 1/2 lbs. burrito from Taco Bell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok guys!! its official! I am in LOVE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(with the afore mentioned 1/2 lbs burriot from Taco Bell) ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; HA!! didn;t expect that did ya!?!?! =) hehe wow im funny... hrmm well maybe not.. OH! guess what!!! I am the only one in Tallahassee that if friends on face book with Mable Macaden.. :) i feel especial.. like the.....yeah nevermind...you get the picture.. Ok so im sitting in kenley's driveway on Diane's lappy right now.... caseu he is supposed to be here but he has not shown up yet... :( We should kill him . What say you!?!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok then enough said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye from me to you :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15156010-113719946249749789?l=jame617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/feeds/113719946249749789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15156010&amp;postID=113719946249749789&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/113719946249749789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/113719946249749789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/2006/01/there-is-no-dew-on-kenleys-driveway.html' title='There is no dew on Kenley&apos;s driveway...'/><author><name>James Morrow, Secretary General of United Nations</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016363005115491593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/230/3891/320/blog%20pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15156010.post-113703673704815203</id><published>2006-01-11T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T19:55:44.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im dewing Nicole's farewell, cause i forgot it on my "post" on Pauls blog...</title><content type='html'>And Nicole, a charming comrade...&lt;br /&gt;When I needed someone, I found you. Our years&lt;br /&gt;togeather have been short. But still I am overjoyed&lt;br /&gt;for the time we have spent. It has meant alot. And&lt;br /&gt;you mean alot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15156010-113703673704815203?l=jame617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/feeds/113703673704815203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15156010&amp;postID=113703673704815203&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/113703673704815203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/113703673704815203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-dewing-nicoles-farewell-cause-i.html' title='Im dewing Nicole&apos;s farewell, cause i forgot it on my &quot;post&quot; on Pauls blog...'/><author><name>James Morrow, Secretary General of United Nations</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016363005115491593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/230/3891/320/blog%20pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15156010.post-113687245960946277</id><published>2006-01-09T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T21:54:19.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is dewn..(done)</title><content type='html'>Well ma peeps, its a new day...  How does it feel?  Well I am enjoying it. :) anyways I was able to get my classes for this semester! so I am really excited about that, Oh and guess what!!! this is my first semester having ALL Mon.-Wed.-Fri. classes!! :) I am thrilled 'bout that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, so how is every one doing? I am working for Kenley now.. I am repairing his new house for him... It great tho cause I know how to do all that stuff, and I &lt;em&gt;kinda&lt;/em&gt; enjoy it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Tamara is officialy the most beautiful girl in the world.. :) Im not afraid to admit it... hehe Ok so I am pretty mad bout all these leaves that randomly appeared in Kenley's courtyard..??hrmmmmm.. wonder how they got there.. maybe fall was harsh this year.. yeah, that must be it.&lt;br /&gt;well i guess I will just clean them up tomorrow.. :) I already filled like 10 big bags today, and I didn't even get 1/3 of it out!! there is SOOO much =/ ok well i think that this blog is done! Farewell! My friends o...uh.... yeah nevermind ok bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=) James&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15156010-113687245960946277?l=jame617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/feeds/113687245960946277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15156010&amp;postID=113687245960946277&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/113687245960946277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/113687245960946277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/2006/01/it-is-dewndone.html' title='It is dewn..(done)'/><author><name>James Morrow, Secretary General of United Nations</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016363005115491593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/230/3891/320/blog%20pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15156010.post-113657438721176731</id><published>2006-01-06T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T11:06:27.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't dew it</title><content type='html'>Well its a new day! And what a beautiful day it is!! Good weather, (but a lil on the cold side..) Holla!! Cold sizide! :) ok I think im done with that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, its time for the Quote of The Day; from James....&lt;br /&gt;"I feel so wierd...&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, you mean with Mr. Arrow being dead and all..&lt;br /&gt;"Well that; and the fact that my pants are full of star fish....&lt;br /&gt;"Ugh! You and your hobbies!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you ahve it my friendly freinds.. :) straight from James from Muppets Treasure Island.... Such a great movie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hrmmm.... Oh well. i was trying to add a cool pic but this is not letting me so nm.. :(&lt;br /&gt;Ok all my droogy friends.. Another day, see you i will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and anyone ever wonder why they didn't just make Yoda talk normal? hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok later peeps.. i love ya all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15156010-113657438721176731?l=jame617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/feeds/113657438721176731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15156010&amp;postID=113657438721176731&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/113657438721176731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/113657438721176731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/2006/01/dont-dew-it.html' title='Don&apos;t dew it'/><author><name>James Morrow, Secretary General of United Nations</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016363005115491593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/230/3891/320/blog%20pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15156010.post-113647823392511583</id><published>2006-01-05T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T08:24:03.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hape my comp right now.. i trust me it IS dewing something wrong</title><content type='html'>OH la la la..... hm another day. another post... it just never changes does it... so you all see, hte reason thta i don';t post many pics on my blog is because I an on dial-up.. and it would take forever!!! but the day is not always a sad day because of that.. oh no! i tell you the truth, there are much worse things than dial-up...&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(im just not sure what yet...) &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ok my computer is REALLY making me mad.. if i click on bold text it makes it bold, but then if i UN-click it.. it stays bold!!! Same with the italics... ok well crap im just gonna go now cause this is ga..........errr..stupid.. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15156010-113647823392511583?l=jame617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/feeds/113647823392511583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15156010&amp;postID=113647823392511583&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/113647823392511583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/113647823392511583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-hape-my-comp-right-now-i-trust-me-it.html' title='i hape my comp right now.. i trust me it IS dewing something wrong'/><author><name>James Morrow, Secretary General of United Nations</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016363005115491593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/230/3891/320/blog%20pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15156010.post-113617080021430608</id><published>2006-01-01T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T19:00:57.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Read my last comment on Pauls blog on post: "Merry Chistmas guys :)"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15156010-113617080021430608?l=jame617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/feeds/113617080021430608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15156010&amp;postID=113617080021430608&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/113617080021430608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/113617080021430608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/2006/01/read-my-last-comment-on-pauls-blog-on.html' title='Read my last comment on Pauls blog on post: &quot;Merry Chistmas guys :)&quot;'/><author><name>James Morrow, Secretary General of United Nations</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016363005115491593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/230/3891/320/blog%20pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15156010.post-113616578828442610</id><published>2006-01-01T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T17:36:28.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dew you has what it takes?</title><content type='html'>Sooooo... How it goes? :) yet again a post from the kitchen of the Reber's house. Ya over here for some "party", which turns out to be...we're going christmas tree-ing... i don't even know what that is! but i guess i will find out in about 40 mins when the other peeps get here. and then we go... so ya some random episode of Cheers is on the telly...and everyone is watching it...cept me...cause i never seen any of them...but i think i hate them...never been a big fan of those type shows...cept VERY occationally...when im deathly ill...and can't get up from the couch to change the station...and That 70's Show is on...then i mourne...for myself... k enough with the fragmented sents. Dang, this keyboard is killing me... :&lt;( Vwau-la!!! I call this one, "The Lil Hitler" heh.. :) Texas was cool, but home is cool... k time for a picture to be posted... let me surf the web for a min to find a good one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3381/1394/1600/0024-0506-3021-3213_SM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3381/1394/320/0024-0506-3021-3213_SM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok... WHAT is the meaning of this!!!!!!!!! Who put this on my blog?!?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;It HAD to be Paul!!! only he is obsesed with a goose!!!! Ok Paul.....fine....two can play this game...prepare for war..&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(and please don't put wemon and children on the front line) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now then i must prepare the mind and body of the United Nations for the rigorous event which I have so lovingly named, "The Paul Wars".......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15156010-113616578828442610?l=jame617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/feeds/113616578828442610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15156010&amp;postID=113616578828442610&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/113616578828442610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/113616578828442610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/2006/01/dew-you-has-what-it-takes.html' title='Dew you has what it takes?'/><author><name>James Morrow, Secretary General of United Nations</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016363005115491593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/230/3891/320/blog%20pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15156010.post-113581748281755529</id><published>2005-12-28T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T16:52:06.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There is no dew on the grass in Tx. in the morn....</title><content type='html'>Well my droogy-droogs, I have just officialy deleted Hillary Duffs blog! Or at least the one that i made for her.. but you all must admit that is was EXTREME funnyness when I first made it and you all went there... OH! and by the way Tam, we're about 5 hours from eachother in tx right now.. :) im in Kerrville, which is about 50 miles East of San Antonio.. =P fun fun..&lt;br /&gt;I went to this mall called La Cantera the other day. it was pretty cool, cause it was all outside.. ya know how our mall has the hall ways and the stores are on the sides? well this was the same format except the walkways were all open. it was SO weird having to open up these hue-mung-gus (=P) glass doors to get into Express.. lol Um, and i officially had/have and am getting over pneumonia. 8( WOOOOWW!!! that is a new face and i figured it out on my own!!!! its the number 8, then just the norm mouth! sweetness!(Our Underwater Ally, Nessy) gosh, love that movie. =} and now I figured out ANOTHER one! this one is a TWO step smiley face with tounge sticking out instead of 3 steps like this: "=)&gt;" but oh dangit! i forgot that there is already this one: "=P"&lt;br /&gt;Ok i think i have sufficiantly said my piece.. so i shall retire.. Love love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15156010-113581748281755529?l=jame617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/feeds/113581748281755529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15156010&amp;postID=113581748281755529&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/113581748281755529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/113581748281755529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/2005/12/there-is-no-dew-on-grass-in-tx-in-morn.html' title='There is no dew on the grass in Tx. in the morn....'/><author><name>James Morrow, Secretary General of United Nations</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016363005115491593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/230/3891/320/blog%20pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15156010.post-113556643700533360</id><published>2005-12-25T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T19:37:37.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3381/1394/1600/IMGP0083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3381/1394/320/IMGP0083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3381/1394/1600/IMGP0105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3381/1394/320/IMGP0105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left to right: Gabey(soo cute:)), Hope(this is my fav cuz. the one from Cali that i always talk about. yes all you guys, i know she is gorgeous! but don't get any ideas.... ;)) Josiah.&lt;br /&gt;Next pic: lol :) My Aunt Jeneane, Gabey once again, uncle Tom(this mans stories atre to DIE for!!=)&gt;) then the newest edition, tho about 2 years old now, Jacky.(short for the girls form of jack, but i don't know how to spell it.. ;))&lt;br /&gt;anywasy that is my way cool family n California! gotta love em :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15156010-113556643700533360?l=jame617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/feeds/113556643700533360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15156010&amp;postID=113556643700533360&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/113556643700533360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/113556643700533360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>James Morrow, Secretary General of United Nations</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016363005115491593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/230/3891/320/blog%20pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15156010.post-113337724357193941</id><published>2005-11-30T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T11:49:38.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dew the dew...</title><content type='html'>Hey there , on second thought, i may not be going to IDT, it is really far away. and i don't know if i wanna leave just yet. i don't know. i am still trying to decide what to go for, and praying that God will show we what He wants me to do. Cause what ever that is, i know that i will be happier doing that than anything else. I am very excited about what God has planed for me in the future! hmmm, can't wait! hehe... well... uhh i have nothing else to say so i am gonna just say hi and love love.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15156010-113337724357193941?l=jame617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/feeds/113337724357193941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15156010&amp;postID=113337724357193941&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/113337724357193941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/113337724357193941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/2005/11/dew-dew.html' title='Dew the dew...'/><author><name>James Morrow, Secretary General of United Nations</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016363005115491593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/230/3891/320/blog%20pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15156010.post-113284924793462821</id><published>2005-11-24T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T08:22:01.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanks-dew-ing!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Hello my friends! and Paul. With an extra side of lame sauce.. :-) lol. actually i am talking about my self, Paul. or maybe not, i don't know. I have decided that Alex is a dork... now go look up "Dork" in the diction....and that is Alex the Mexican. I have decided to go into Fashion, and go to IDT down in Tampa. That is the School that Brian 'Omally' goes to...... me and him are gonna rock that crap out yo! will be tight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da dada da dada da dum!!! Riddle time!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What goes Gobble gobble cluck cluck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laterz my fair friends! and Paul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15156010-113284924793462821?l=jame617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/feeds/113284924793462821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15156010&amp;postID=113284924793462821&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/113284924793462821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/113284924793462821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/2005/11/happy-thanks-dew-ing.html' title='Happy Thanks-dew-ing!!!!!'/><author><name>James Morrow, Secretary General of United Nations</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016363005115491593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/230/3891/320/blog%20pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15156010.post-113172731481615377</id><published>2005-11-11T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T08:41:54.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dew it right baby!</title><content type='html'>Well i must say that I am very disapointed in all you. Tammy was the only one that guessed on my riddle. But that was all it took, cause You were right T. the amswer is your age! I must know tho, how long did you think about it before you came up with the answer? OOHHH.... wow i am kinda tired.  Hmph. my sibs are watching Maricle on 34th street. I hate that movie sooooo much!&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;     I just bought Starwars Battle front for my xbox. its alright. I really wanna get Republic Commando. that one is gonna be sweet!, but i am tryin to save cash for a lap top, so spending 30 bucks on a game at the moment is to much.. :(  but all in good time my dearies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for your favorite part of my blogs! RIDDLE TIME!!! *yay!! Woot! Yea! Woohoo!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    A man is in a room with no doors or windows. The only objects in the room are a table and a mirror. how does he get out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laterz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15156010-113172731481615377?l=jame617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/feeds/113172731481615377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15156010&amp;postID=113172731481615377&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/113172731481615377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/113172731481615377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/2005/11/dew-it-right-baby.html' title='Dew it right baby!'/><author><name>James Morrow, Secretary General of United Nations</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016363005115491593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/230/3891/320/blog%20pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15156010.post-113143073826674588</id><published>2005-11-07T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T22:18:58.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I looked out my window this morning and noticed that there was dew on the grass.</title><content type='html'>Well hello to all my friends out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is james morrow. I am a student at TCC, and am currently working my way through college. I have a job as a line cook at Outback Steakhouse in Tallahassee Fl.&lt;br /&gt;I feel it is necessary for me to re-intra-doos my self to you all for that reason that my job life have seriously harmed my social life. and i fear as a result that some of you may have forgotten that I exist. But rest asured, I am still in existance, and am the same ... =P well this has been my post.&lt;br /&gt;Ladies, i'll talk to your mothers and fathers soon!&lt;br /&gt;Hola! er adios!!! (thats more like it..)  =)&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how is every one doing? I am fine. And girls if you say, "I am fine." then I will say, "I know how you look. I asked how you are doing." Now now, my dear sweet lasses, lets try and keep our heads here. Please don't all of you run to your fathers all at once here, asking for permission to get married. I don't know if i am ready for such a commitment anyways.. HA!! what am I saying!!?? I KNOW I am not ready for it! that is just all there is to it. hmph. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riddle time! What goes up but never comes down? I will leave that to you all to figure out, and when you comment on my blog with your answer, i will tell you if you are right or not.&lt;br /&gt;I will have a riddle at the end of all my posts from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sleep well my dearies, and dream of my face... (kinda a scary thought actually) =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15156010-113143073826674588?l=jame617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/feeds/113143073826674588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15156010&amp;postID=113143073826674588&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/113143073826674588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/113143073826674588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-looked-out-my-window-this-morning.html' title='I looked out my window this morning and noticed that there was dew on the grass.'/><author><name>James Morrow, Secretary General of United Nations</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016363005115491593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/230/3891/320/blog%20pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15156010.post-113060171857196609</id><published>2005-10-29T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T11:30:52.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye '...dust in the wind' Hello Dew...</title><content type='html'>Saturday, 11:02 am eastern standern time&lt;br /&gt;Computer desk&lt;br /&gt;James's house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I awoke with a start to the sound of someone bursting through my bedroom door, jolted upwards and took in the entire scene in one glance. A dark figure stood in my doorway, I didn't know who, all I knew was that they didn't belong there. Faster than lightning, I reached under my pillow for my piece. Nothing. Something was wrong it should be there. something was very wrong... Thats when I realized that this was not my room. Who ever it was had done a dang good job, but, they missed on thing. The picture. It was there last night! Right above my dresser, on the window sill. The duplicet of which was now somewhere in Texas. Wow, they &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; done a good job of recreating my room. But why? What was this all about? Bang! Snapped back to reality from being trown from my bed nearly althe way across the room! On my feet in an instant, mind clear ready for anything. I automaticaly fell in tho the Echani fighting stance which by this time was second nature to me. But as I looked around, the room was empty. Where was that thing! It had just trown me from my bed, and then disapeared. Well I wasn't gonna wait to find out. Into the redwood case in the corner, and out with my simi auto 7.62 x39 Russian SKS, basicaly a simi auto version of the AK47. Short range scope equiped and 30 round banana clip locked and loaded, I made my way out the door. Check right? Clear. Check left? To late! I could hear the air rushing toward my head. Duck and spin, three rounds were off before I knew I had pulled the trigger. Agh!! Zombies or something. Whatever it was it was not human; and by the looks of things it probably wasn't alone. I tightened the strap on the 200 round ammo belt hanging from my shoulders. This was gonna be fun. Lets just hope that these things don't have better weapons than the 2x4 I almost encountered earlier. Up to the third floor; there was Lars room. I cracked the door open, weapon first I slowly entered always taking in everything. Clear. Wait! There was the smallest sound. A droplet of liquid hiting the floor. Ahhh, come on! Drop! Flat on my back in a flash, I squeezed off two rounds into an empty ceilling. What?! There is no way those things are that fast. Well it did not leave the room, the door had closed behind me and my feet were blocking it. That leaves the far wall. Thats it. I thought all this before a split second had passed. Roll over on my stomach, weapon already shouldered. My right eye on the scope. BOOM! One round. One report. That fricker was now missing the majority of its head. 'Sorry 'bout the window, Lars'. I thought. He loved that octagonal window in the far end of his room. Well it now had a lil hole in the center, and the rest was covered in bloody goo and brain matter. Then I remembered that this was not even my brothers room. This was all some other place. But why recreate my entire house? I was gonna figure that our for certain. Back down on the 2nd floor; I leave the other bedrooms, and make my way down stairs. Twenty-five rounds left. That'll be aight for now. I watched right as I come down. Looks clear. Bottom of the stairs. Check left. Clear. But the study door was closed. I made one more look right, and back up ther stairs behind me, before advancing to the study door. I had been wrong, it wasn't closed, just shut up to the latch. Hmmm.... Good and bad. I'll stick with the good. I decited to kick the door open. That was I could instantly see straight in, and then sweep to the left of the room in one swift motion. In I go. Nothing. I lower my weapon. First mistake. kneel down to pick up the picture from my window sill. Second mistake. Interesting, T had been cut from the picture. I hear a tick on the wall behind me above the door. Crap these things are getting smarter! I turn on a dime without standing, and slide my feet out from under me. Flat on my back just in time as the creature skims my left cheek in its lunge. In an instant, roll over knees pulled up under me, I'm up and my weapon reports. One hole at the base of the neck. Blood mixed with bubbles from the escaping air exit the wound. Nice shot. On my feet, I exit the room. make a quick check of the bathroom in the opposite wall. Clear. Three steps toward the kitchen. Check left. Clear. Five more steps. Check right. Standing in the living room, against the far wall is the "boss". 'Nice lookin fellow.' I think to my self. 'Hate to kill him'. This guy was worse than the last ones. Bigger, thats for sure. By about a foot. And much uglier. I wasn't to fond of the slime on them either. I took a few steps into the room. It knew I was there; returned my level stare. "Semper Fi." It growled, in a low gurgly voice. "Works for me." I said. "Sure your up for it?" The beast growled in response. I removed the clip from my weapon. Threw it behind me. one round left on the chamber. I could kill him now. But whats the sport in that. Raised it vertical and pulled the trigger. At the report from my SK, the zombie creature rushed. I dropped my weapon and ducked. Lunged forrward in an attemped to hit its legs and flip the body over my shoulders. I collided with thin air. Dang! It had anticipated that and jumped. I spun around just in time for him to rush me. 'First mistake. And last my friend.' I thought with a slight grin. I side-stepped left, my left hand already reaching behind my back. As he followed through his move and threw his arms out, I looped my right arm inside his and spun around behind, knife already on its way from the sheath on the back strap of my ammo pack. The knife flashed. His head flopped back. Cut clean to the spine. I dropped the corpes and retrieved my weapon. Inserted the clip, slung it over my shoulder. Gosh!! that scratch on my cheek from where the one tagged me was stinging. I opened the front door. Stepped out. As soon as my foot touched the front porch everything disapeared. I looked up from the chair I had been sitting in and saw Lars. 'Virtual reality!! Come on!' I thought. He turned from his computer with a satisfied grin which turned to confussed fear when he saw my face. I rubbed my eyes and slid my hands down to my chin. What? Blood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15156010-113060171857196609?l=jame617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/feeds/113060171857196609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15156010&amp;postID=113060171857196609&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/113060171857196609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/113060171857196609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/2005/10/goodbye-dust-in-wind-hello-dew.html' title='Goodbye &apos;...dust in the wind&apos; Hello Dew...'/><author><name>James Morrow, Secretary General of United Nations</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016363005115491593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/230/3891/320/blog%20pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15156010.post-112975868728797622</id><published>2005-10-19T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T14:51:27.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I never have time to dew this.</title><content type='html'>Ah well, I have been told I should update my blog more often, and I am over at Calyns house so I decided to do it. Hey Tammy, I tried to comment on your blog today, but it wouldn't let me, so I am gonna speak to you here.. Ok, how many times have we had the Hair conversation, how many times babe? alot. But you are an adult and will do what you will. I am not saying that I won't cry for an extended period of time if you cut it off. just like I did last time you did. I must say tho, with the dyed straight hair you do look excessivley hot, instead of the normal fine. eh, daladna... Well now that I have posted, which turned into, "A letter to T" but whateva it doesn't matter.. and you know why; because I said it doesn't, and its my blog and I can do what I want.  kinda like when its my party and I'll cry if I want to. you would cry to if it happened to you.  ok this is getting out of mano. (hand) for all those of you who are not experts at spanish like I...  causa I can say, "Bonus nacho's? Poor favor, grassy-ass." Now tell me you all don't like that!!! Its briliant.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; I apologize to all Spanish speaking readers. no offense was intended. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ok now. Time for me, your humble servant to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15156010-112975868728797622?l=jame617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/feeds/112975868728797622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15156010&amp;postID=112975868728797622&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/112975868728797622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/112975868728797622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-never-have-time-to-dew-this.html' title='I never have time to dew this.'/><author><name>James Morrow, Secretary General of United Nations</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016363005115491593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/230/3891/320/blog%20pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15156010.post-112873551675497237</id><published>2005-10-07T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T18:38:36.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What to dew?</title><content type='html'>Alright, what to dew when I am bored out of your mind and I have a dark sky out side?... Only one thing to do, go fishing. Um, yeah... thats what I meant. is that the correct spelling? Or should i fire my janitor? I am only blogging cause I have nothing better to do with my time than... well thats not true, I have PLENTY of good old home work that I could do, but I don't want to...  I am gonna go seperate and fold some clothes now.. Ajabarufy!!!!&lt;br /&gt;James&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15156010-112873551675497237?l=jame617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/feeds/112873551675497237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15156010&amp;postID=112873551675497237&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/112873551675497237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/112873551675497237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-to-dew.html' title='What to dew?'/><author><name>James Morrow, Secretary General of United Nations</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016363005115491593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/230/3891/320/blog%20pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15156010.post-112749905960494907</id><published>2005-09-23T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T15:57:52.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing to Dew. Except Mountain Dew.. Yeah....</title><content type='html'>I am home, at 2:00 in the after noon!! on a week day, What is wrong with this picture? maybe alot, maybe nothin.. OR maybe!! DEW!!! Ah hahaha!! I was once a small boy.... anyways. enough about my past.. what about yours? I think I need to fing a good woman? huh? Uh, no... i think I'm good. What about you guys, are you good, or do you think that you need a individual of (hopfully) the oppisite gender, in order to feel satisfied. you suck!! just kiddin' but there is not a whole lot of point in revolving ones life around that lone point. anyways i have said my peice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15156010-112749905960494907?l=jame617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/112749905960494907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/112749905960494907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/2005/09/nothing-to-dew-except-mountain-dew.html' title='Nothing to Dew. Except Mountain Dew.. Yeah....'/><author><name>James Morrow, Secretary General of United Nations</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016363005115491593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/230/3891/320/blog%20pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15156010.post-112733283042418372</id><published>2005-09-21T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T13:00:30.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Same Dew/New View</title><content type='html'>I am writting this to you so that you can come to America to visit me. Since it is as if I live in a different country. but I don't, but it feels like I do, even though I don't... yeahhh.... anho(also written 'anyhow') It is my firm beliefe that I am getting corple-tunnel in my thumbs for some reason I do not know... I feel like complete crap today...(just for the record...) I am james. what is my name? I can run. can you run? spot has a ball. the ball is red. it is a big red ball.&lt;br /&gt;    OH! Sorry guys, I got sidtracked in to my reading lesson.. my bad. Ooooooh, life. There's not quite anything like it. gosh I am gonna friggin barf any minute.  but what ever...&lt;br /&gt;I am at Calyns house but she is not here. she is at school. but her mom is here, and so I have been reading my old blog posts to her cause she has decided(like most of you) that reading my blog is not important nor a good use of your time, so you quite like a couple months ago... but yeah whatever, i have gotta go.. in more ways than one.. :-) peace out my homie-G-fug master-flex-3000.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15156010-112733283042418372?l=jame617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/feeds/112733283042418372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15156010&amp;postID=112733283042418372&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/112733283042418372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/112733283042418372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/2005/09/same-dewnew-view.html' title='Same Dew/New View'/><author><name>James Morrow, Secretary General of United Nations</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016363005115491593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/230/3891/320/blog%20pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15156010.post-112561241054044031</id><published>2005-09-01T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T15:06:51.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything is Dust in the Wind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Well well, it has been some time since my last post... Yeah.. hears Calyn, cause I don't know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;"hears?"  This is gonna kill me....  What are we writing about James?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;James:  James is hungry.  He's going to eat a slice of cheese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Calyn:  This has turned into an interview&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;James:  Fine by me, as long as I get my cheese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Calyn:  So, James Morrow, Secretary General of the United Nations, how is the UN running right now? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;James:  Well, we ain't chargin' a freakin' $3.60 a gallon for gas, that's for sure.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Calyn:  Did you fill up today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;James:  Heck, no!  I put thirty bones in, on, let's see, when was it?  Uh, on Tuesday.  It only put me up to 3/4 of a tank. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Calyn:  Are you serious?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;James:  Yeah, man.  It's about 44 bucks to top 'er off.  And that's unleaded.  She's s'posed to run on premium.   Don't you ever get tired typing these things?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Calyn:  Not really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;James:  Cool.  I couldn't do it.  I'd just get sick of writing the other person's name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Calyn:  Okay, we'll shorten it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;J:  Excellent.  Even though, that's probably not easier for you, it makes me feel better.  Bailey's getting old.  (*&lt;em&gt;phone ringing)  &lt;/em&gt;You gonna answer that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;C:  Hello?  (&lt;em&gt;phone conversation proceeds)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;J:  Kenley's not answering his phone.  He always answers his phone, but not for me.  I called him like, 3 times and he never answered.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;C:  Meh.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;J:  &lt;em&gt;Meh &lt;/em&gt;being, in this context, a strong dislike for Kenley?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;C:  I'm going to choose to remain silent on that.  Where should we go to eat tonight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;J:  I don't know, are you asking me out on a date?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;C:  That depends.  Kenley's going, so I don't know if it'd be the best time for our first date, James.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;J:  Dang it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;C:  You can take Kenley on a date...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;J:  &lt;em&gt;(laughing) &lt;/em&gt;Are you gonna be the chaperone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;C:  I could do that for a small fee.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;J:  A small fee?  Like what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;C:  Just support for Lori for one month.   But you could have Kenley pay it, it depends on who you think is the girl in the relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;J:  I could do that [be the girl].  "For a small fee".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;C:  A small fee?  Like what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;J:  Support for &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt; for one month.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;C:  So, basically, Kenley's gonna fork out somewhere along the lines of $1400.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;J:  Yeah, that sounds about right.  You know, it doesn't matter what temperature the room is; it's always room temperature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;C:  That's right.  You're very wise, James.   What do you attribute your great wisdom to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;J:  My mother.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;C:  Awww.  that's sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;C:  Okay, peoples, that's all we got for tonight.  Kenley will be here soon, and we want to destroy all evidence that we were talking about him.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;J:  Remember, "I am beautiful, no matter what they say.  Words can't bring me down."  Cash might.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;C:  Can I write "arrivederci"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;J:  Only if you spell it my way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;C:  Jenna's not gonna like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;J:  I don't care.  You're the Italian lover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;C:  You know, I don't even really like Italian all that much, I just love the movie "Life is Beautiful" which is why I say it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;J:  'tis a good movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;C:  It's a great movie.  Todd needs to watch it.   So.... arriv&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;derci!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15156010-112561241054044031?l=jame617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/feeds/112561241054044031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15156010&amp;postID=112561241054044031&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/112561241054044031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/112561241054044031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/2005/09/everything-is-dust-in-wind.html' title='Everything is Dust in the Wind'/><author><name>James Morrow, Secretary General of United Nations</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016363005115491593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/230/3891/320/blog%20pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15156010.post-112527310162430758</id><published>2005-08-28T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T16:51:41.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GOD IS GOOD!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Well guys, My Mom is im the presence of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. she is looking on his face and praising and worshiping him, from now to eternity! Talk about cool! She was the greatest mother in the entire world. i promise you all that. God is so amazing! his love and grce and power is so hugeous, that we can not understand it. "To be absent in the body, is to be present with Christ!" My moms death was one of the greatest, no THE greatest thing that ever happened to her, Cause it ushered her into the presents of Almighty God!! As you are reading this, My sweet mother is seeing Jesus face to face. She is touching the scares in the hands of Jesus. And embracing in a HUGEOUS hug, OUR Lord and Saviorand God, Jesus Christ!! What a great thought! I love you guys SO much... You are all the best friends I could ever ask for!! thanks for your prayers! They WERE NOT in vain. God is good! She went to be with him so peacfully. The lord made her breathing easy, and let her sleep, and then her breathing just slowed down, and she Imidiatly went into the presence of Christ!!!! Love you guys so much. see you all later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;james&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15156010-112527310162430758?l=jame617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/feeds/112527310162430758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15156010&amp;postID=112527310162430758&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/112527310162430758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/112527310162430758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/2005/08/god-is-good.html' title='GOD IS GOOD!!!!!'/><author><name>James Morrow, Secretary General of United Nations</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016363005115491593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/230/3891/320/blog%20pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15156010.post-112503506029134181</id><published>2005-08-25T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T22:44:20.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Happy Ukrainian Indapendance Day!!! Uhahaha!"</title><content type='html'>Oh. Crap. I'm like an hour and a half to late.. Oh fartin' well, life goes on ehh?? so did you all like my 'Ode to Eleanora?' Hmm??? man I am kinda tired... it could have something to do with the fact that it is like, 1:30 AM, but more likely, it has to do with the fact that i partied all night last night....in my sleep....in my owen bed....asleep.... HA!! and you guys thought I was out on the Strip last night. well of corse some of you do, cause you were there. but as for me, myself and I, we were asleep....at home....where I live.... yeah, anyways, mo I am not a drugy, an drunkard or a partier.... So rest well mothers, and fathers put away your shotguns.. all is well that ends up at home after work. and that is where I am... I just had a thought, why an i talking about partying and getting wasted? i think I'll start this blog over....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Crap. I'm like an hour and a half to late.. Oh fartin' well, life goes on, ehh?? It was a good mock-up tho... ;-)  So did you all like my 'Ode to Eleanora?' I thought it was very authentic and heart-felt.. I am thinking about publishing. well actually elaborating, in order to lengthen, and then elaborating... :-) you guys are the best, i mean all this time i have been sitting here saying all this stupid stuff, but never once did any of you argue or anything... Rock on My Homie-G-fug-master-flex-3000... peace. it is to bed for me.. I mean I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James,&lt;br /&gt;Holmes,&lt;br /&gt;Hamez,&lt;br /&gt;Santiago,&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy,&lt;br /&gt;Pimp,&lt;br /&gt;James Mo,&lt;br /&gt;J Mo,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15156010-112503506029134181?l=jame617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/feeds/112503506029134181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15156010&amp;postID=112503506029134181&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/112503506029134181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/112503506029134181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/2005/08/happy-ukrainian-indapendance-day.html' title='&quot;Happy Ukrainian Indapendance Day!!! Uhahaha!&quot;'/><author><name>James Morrow, Secretary General of United Nations</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016363005115491593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/230/3891/320/blog%20pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15156010.post-112495073420497285</id><published>2005-08-24T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T23:18:54.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss you Eleonora</title><content type='html'>Eleonora, You were truly the love of my life. I miss you so much! I wish there was some way I could express my feelings toward you... But I know that there is no way. I know it must hurt to be out there all alone, away from your baby boy; but trust me love I miss you more than you could ever know. If I could only get you back... Baby I'm so sorry, I never should have let you go. I remember all the times we had together; the smoothness of your skin against me. Baby, why'd you go? It hurts me so much to think that you are out there with someone other than me. Someone elses hands have been on you, someone else have touched you. I don't know if I can take this, love... I saw your picture today, and it brought up so many memories. You were so strong when you were with me, no matter what you were there running with me. Every risk, every adventure, you stayed strong and together we pulled through them. You were so awesome; and more than that, you were mine! And I let you go. My heart is still broken baby. I hated seeing you leave! Why did I give up? Why did I finally give into the pressure of everyone else, and let you go. You were all I needed. We were perfect together, you and I; we were one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what ewlse there is to say, except this: Babydoll, if you ever see this, please come back to me. I miss you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(This was a memorial love letter to my ex-car.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15156010-112495073420497285?l=jame617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/feeds/112495073420497285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15156010&amp;postID=112495073420497285&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/112495073420497285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/112495073420497285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-miss-you-eleonora.html' title='I miss you Eleonora'/><author><name>James Morrow, Secretary General of United Nations</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016363005115491593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/230/3891/320/blog%20pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15156010.post-112472760208454491</id><published>2005-08-22T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T09:24:41.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3381/1394/1600/pope%20john%20paul%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="146" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3381/1394/320/pope%20john%20paul%202.jpg" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, he's gone.. away... @ dead.... away from everyone he knows, but in gods will, with his eyes fixed on Him, rdy to be a bright light and awesome influence to the ppl he will get to know.&lt;br /&gt;ERRR&gt;!!!! What?! This sounds alot like Pauls morbid post. Oh! maybe that cause i just copied and paseted it in here.. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok well, that was kind fun... Now you don't have to miss the pope Leah. anytime you feel sad, just look at my blog and there his face will be, staring back at you in an eternal gaze!!! uh, yeah... anyways, hey evbod, uh my moms in the hospital again, this time she had fluid build up arouind her lungs andit was compressing her lungs so tight that she could not breathe. soo they are going to drain that, and then so that it doesn't return in like a month or so, they are going to squeeze some sort of medicine into the space between her lung wall and chest wall, which will cause them to kinda stick together so that no fluid can get back in there.. but that is the deal. so yeah if ya'll would please remember to pray for her, then we would greatly appreciate it.. (O may not have spelled appreciate right, but I don't care...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all you cools, how if life on the flip side of things? yeah its alright over here, but you know, just dull.. i wanna go to north carolina on the college retreat again.. Remember that Calyn? that was like sweet. hmm, yeah... so, anyhow, wvbod say hello to your moms for me.. hahaha!!! yeah, nevermind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15156010-112472760208454491?l=jame617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/feeds/112472760208454491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15156010&amp;postID=112472760208454491&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/112472760208454491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/112472760208454491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/2005/08/gone.html' title='Gone...'/><author><name>James Morrow, Secretary General of United Nations</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016363005115491593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/230/3891/320/blog%20pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15156010.post-112446042495487698</id><published>2005-08-19T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T07:07:04.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Links to some cool stuff</title><content type='html'>You guys should really check out my links to other bloggers. they are all under 'links to cool people', or something like that.. Anyways, Have a great day all you beautiful people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15156010-112446042495487698?l=jame617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/feeds/112446042495487698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15156010&amp;postID=112446042495487698&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/112446042495487698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/112446042495487698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/2005/08/links-to-some-cool-stuff.html' title='Links to some cool stuff'/><author><name>James Morrow, Secretary General of United Nations</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016363005115491593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/230/3891/320/blog%20pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15156010.post-112438570681697724</id><published>2005-08-18T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T10:21:46.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pimp no more 2</title><content type='html'>You guys know, it's really sad that i have nothing bertter to do while all you cools are at school and work, but post on my blog like five times (in one day) waiting for ya'll to get off work at 5:00, when i go to work... :-( paul is my fre- &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I before E except after C -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;friend.. He reads my blog and then comments, but so does most evbod else that reads it, so nevermind.  OK, I would like to take a moment to clarify, "Pimp no more" that not a statment that I had decided to stop pimping; but rather it qwas a lament, that i had lost my pimpness. and i fell that for the time being, that is true. I mean where is a pimp without his ladies. Exactly, they all left me. Some to the great state of Texas, and others to Miami, to become fre-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; I before E &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-friends with all the Cubes..(short for Cubans) Then there is- correction -was Jamie but no longer, I mean, WHAT IS LEFT?!?! Jenna? I mean come on really! JK!! baby, you know that your one of my best ladies! ;-) and Calyn as well. Definitely my top Ladies. So there you all have it, the story of me come to ruin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*Sniff,* I miss you babies... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But you know what they say;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;'Don't go chasing waterfalls, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;please stick to the rivers and the lakes that your used to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I know that your gonna have it your way or nothing at all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but I think your moving to fast.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't even ask, cause i couldn't tell ya why i thought of that.. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrivaderci!!! (copy cat)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15156010-112438570681697724?l=jame617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/feeds/112438570681697724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15156010&amp;postID=112438570681697724&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/112438570681697724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/112438570681697724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/2005/08/pimp-no-more-2.html' title='Pimp no more 2'/><author><name>James Morrow, Secretary General of United Nations</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016363005115491593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/230/3891/320/blog%20pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15156010.post-112437684326453017</id><published>2005-08-18T07:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T07:54:03.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not, really i'm not!!!</title><content type='html'>OK, I am gonna go ahead and copy evbod else. Call me gay if you want but you know that i am not, and i can prove it because i have a gir.......hmm ok, scratch that. Ya'll just know i'm not gay. Anyways, here is my google survey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"James is".......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"James is": a COUNTERFEIT! (well there you have it ladies, if it says on the internet, then it must be true )&lt;br /&gt;"James is": not a King James Bible. (Really?)&lt;br /&gt;"James is": never mentioned in the Gospel. (ohh, tuche!) (if that isn't how you spell it then.. uhhh.. I'M AWESOME!!)&lt;br /&gt;"James is": a super talent. (yeah. ha ha...)&lt;br /&gt;"James is": one of the best of the year. (best what? trampolene? end-table? )&lt;br /&gt;"James is": buying everyone.  (uhu, yeah thats a funny one.)&lt;br /&gt;"James is": also a mail application platform. (I always wondered why Calyns Dad liked me so much... hmmm?)&lt;br /&gt;"James is": based upon the Apache Avalon application framework. (Remember that gals. 'sophistocated')&lt;br /&gt;"James is": clairvoyant or merely intent on incurring his bosses' wrath? (I love that one. I mean, what does it mean? its just so great!)&lt;br /&gt;"James is": gone rest in peace. (that happened after incurring my bosses' wrath)&lt;br /&gt;"James is": booked for gigs? (Yeah right. whistling gigs maybe...)&lt;br /&gt;'James is": best known for his formulation of the philosophy of pragmatism. (Uh, yes well you see; this is one of my lesser works, though needless to say, quite beyond the minds of normal indaviduals..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my beauties, there you have it and there you have it... Yes i ment to say it twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15156010-112437684326453017?l=jame617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/feeds/112437684326453017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15156010&amp;postID=112437684326453017&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/112437684326453017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/112437684326453017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-not-really-im-not.html' title='I&apos;m not, really i&apos;m not!!!'/><author><name>James Morrow, Secretary General of United Nations</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016363005115491593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/230/3891/320/blog%20pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15156010.post-112421262759126703</id><published>2005-08-16T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T10:17:07.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>breakfast at 2:00</title><content type='html'>Hey evbod, What is on the DL for today? Any secrets that i should know about? Well if not, at least i have my cell phone.  Which for those of you who may not know, is a new one, so if you don't have my number, then just see me or contact me or something.  Ahh, so yesterday i got up at like 1130 and just chilled around for a good while, and then I went to work at five. work was ok yesterday, much better than sunday. but i still hate it. oh hey Nicole, if you wanna go eat, we could do it Wednesday at 4:00 when the doors open, casue i don't have to work untill five. thats an hour, should be plent of time to eat, especialy since there will be no wait. Anyways we wil talk later.  so guys I think that today i am gonna run to the sto, and buy some milk so i can eat breakfast.  more lucky charms!! :-) yea! well Peac out my chappy chappys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAmes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15156010-112421262759126703?l=jame617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/feeds/112421262759126703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15156010&amp;postID=112421262759126703&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/112421262759126703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/112421262759126703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/2005/08/breakfast-at-200.html' title='breakfast at 2:00'/><author><name>James Morrow, Secretary General of United Nations</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016363005115491593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/230/3891/320/blog%20pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15156010.post-112413702168525699</id><published>2005-08-15T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T13:17:02.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>27 and counting.</title><content type='html'>Ahh, 27 minutes before I go to work. I hate outback. Have i ever mentioned that? Cause i really REALLY hate outback. i am just dying to get out of there and do something else. I feel like I am wasting my life. making people food. I mean why don't people go home and make food and eat it; or don't eat it i don't really care, just go home and make it.  And the schedualing at outback is really interfering in my  desire to help out with Roc as a leader.  What can a guy do? Its just sad. hum, this is not a very funny post. but I think that i am gonna go eat some lucky charms then call T on my way to work, cause i promised I'd call. OK, most you guys got to see her and hang out on sunday night at Roc. but me, I haad to say goodbye after church that morning. so noone say that my life is better than yours.  did i mention that I hate outback? well i do..:-) you guys are the best!! Calyn and Jenna, wow your interview thing was great!! so i am gonna do one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James: Are you concerned with global warming?&lt;br /&gt;James: No, as long as it doesn't heat up the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;James: And there you haver it folks. so long and thanks for listening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15156010-112413702168525699?l=jame617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/feeds/112413702168525699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15156010&amp;postID=112413702168525699&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/112413702168525699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/112413702168525699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/2005/08/27-and-counting.html' title='27 and counting.'/><author><name>James Morrow, Secretary General of United Nations</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016363005115491593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/230/3891/320/blog%20pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15156010.post-112396338887397629</id><published>2005-08-13T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T13:03:08.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So I saw a Delorean yesterday (well monday actually)</title><content type='html'>Ah... Posting time again; is there anything like? I say there is. with new Farmers bounty, you get the taste of fresh creamry butter in every bite.. mmm.. Ok woah buddy!!! That is from a good movie. if you like that sort of thing that is.  Uh yeah, I actually have real pictures of the Delorean that i saw, not some internet pics like Calyn. :-) but untill I get to know a lil more abot blogspot, you will have to wait to see them..  not. I actually just don't wanna take the time to put them on here because i would have to go get my camara and then put the usb cable in it and download them and that would just not be worth it. but i will put them on eventually.. wow, that word looks like it is spelled way wrong... but i don't know because i was not in IB like Tamara.. hehe.. JK. But really What does it profit a man to gain the whole world but lose his soul. Say what? what does that have to do with IB? Well nothing, but it is Biblical..  And Tyhaht(that) my friend is what matters.  You know guys i don't think that i quite understaND THE MEANING OF THis (sorry an accident) blogging thing I mean what am i supposed to write about? I don't know, but when i have some more insight I shall impart it to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay twisted&lt;br /&gt;Jame&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15156010-112396338887397629?l=jame617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/feeds/112396338887397629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15156010&amp;postID=112396338887397629&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/112396338887397629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/112396338887397629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/2005/08/so-i-saw-delorean-yesterday-well.html' title='So I saw a Delorean yesterday (well monday actually)'/><author><name>James Morrow, Secretary General of United Nations</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016363005115491593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/230/3891/320/blog%20pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15156010.post-112395262786087258</id><published>2005-08-13T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T10:03:47.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen Property</title><content type='html'>Sup Folks? So i'm posting  again. oh happy day.. :-) Just kidding. I almost, no I did miss the deadline to pay for my class fees, but get this, the entire school network was down,  so they prolonged the deadine for one day. which gave me the time i needed to pay before they droped my classes.. Cool huh? sound like a coincidence anyone? :-) Ha, i think not.. I got a new cell phone, finally, i hated my other one, and then the display looked like some one shot it.. speaking of shooting, I am dying to play some paintball.  well I have more to say, but i want to go eat breakfast, yes at 12:54 on saturday afternoon. i woke up late.. hehe, then again, I did not get hom till like 2:00,  Ok, so we, (Jesse, myself, David, and Alex) walked over to Todds house last night at like 12:45, and snuck in and made our way to Sappy's room. We silently surounded his still sleeping formand the in a flash the dark figures in ski masks grabbed the youn boy and ran with him in their clutches, and threw him body into the abiss of the swimming pool, and then disapeared without a trace. Now that was fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hast la pasta&lt;br /&gt;Hamez&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15156010-112395262786087258?l=jame617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/feeds/112395262786087258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15156010&amp;postID=112395262786087258&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/112395262786087258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/112395262786087258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/2005/08/stolen-property.html' title='Stolen Property'/><author><name>James Morrow, Secretary General of United Nations</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016363005115491593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/230/3891/320/blog%20pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15156010.post-112350642492291082</id><published>2005-08-08T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T06:11:00.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pimp no more!</title><content type='html'>First of all, my music is awesome. Now onto busy-ness.Well, this is actually really sad that i have updated this piece every day since i started it.. That that is devotion. Remember that ladies. I am able to devote my self wholey to something.. ;-) Anyways, I will not be updating, at least for a few days probably, cause I will be at Laguna beach on the youth leadership retreat... Which should be pretty awesome. So that is that. Did ya'll Have alot of fun bowling last night? Yeah me to, but... yeah... nevermind. I won't go there; Ian help. '-( Not really, thats not really a prob. kinda funny actually.. However, I still have some bling that I need to lose. (If you know what I mean) Well thats the way of things and other things. And you can almosyt always be that those things have other things already. Ha! Am I losing you guys yet? :-) Ok, I hope you are greatly confused now for that was my intent. :- wow thats an interesting look. Peace to you all and to my new friend, love ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15156010-112350642492291082?l=jame617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/feeds/112350642492291082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15156010&amp;postID=112350642492291082&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/112350642492291082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/112350642492291082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/2005/08/pimp-no-more.html' title='Pimp no more!'/><author><name>James Morrow, Secretary General of United Nations</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016363005115491593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/230/3891/320/blog%20pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15156010.post-112342484231144111</id><published>2005-08-07T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T07:29:31.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadness.. *sniff*</title><content type='html'>aight, check this out, it sucks somethin' awefull. So it sunday morning, I was in the kitchen trying to find something to eat, so I pour myself a bowl of Coco Crispy cereal, and then open the fridge to find no milk. all sorts of horrible things go through my mind, such as "Ahh Man!" And the alltime worst, "dangit" so I go into the basement and check that fridge, and low and behold there is a gallon of 2%, so now i'm happy again. I proceed to pour the milk, I sit down at my computer in a most joyous state, and take the first bite. But something is wrong, this milk has a funny affect on my well trained buds. so i say, "Ian check the date on that jug in the refridge." he does and reprts back, "it says, July 22." My worst fears are confirmed. And so I consumate this post; silently relenting the fact that the dog is now enjoying my breakfast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15156010-112342484231144111?l=jame617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/feeds/112342484231144111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15156010&amp;postID=112342484231144111&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/112342484231144111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/112342484231144111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/2005/08/sadness-sniff.html' title='Sadness.. *sniff*'/><author><name>James Morrow, Secretary General of United Nations</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016363005115491593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/230/3891/320/blog%20pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15156010.post-112335281223621295</id><published>2005-08-06T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T11:28:46.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, uh??? I never thought the day would come when &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; would create my own blog. Yet it apperars that the pressure was just too great "and so I give in". Actually I really have notta thin' against blogs or blogging, I just thought it was fun to be obstinate.. ;-) Hey check this one out, " :-() " I just discovered that lil guy by accident. Ha! good times, good times. Well not really, I am actually kinda bored right now, which may have something to do with my giving in and creating this dang blog. eh?? i think I am just sad to be home from camp. and i miss all my peeps/chicks.. hahaha... anybody besides Ian catch that pun??? no?? Ok, well I guess I'll just go look for some different friends.. oh wait, i don't have any other friends. "Dangit!" (that was for Kye) Alrighty, i guess i will just leave you with this note...&lt;em&gt;Laaaaaaaaaa!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;J.M.S.G.o.t.U.N.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15156010-112335281223621295?l=jame617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/feeds/112335281223621295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15156010&amp;postID=112335281223621295&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/112335281223621295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15156010/posts/default/112335281223621295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jame617.blogspot.com/2005/08/well-uh-i-never-thought-day-would-come.html' title=''/><author><name>James Morrow, Secretary General of United Nations</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016363005115491593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/230/3891/320/blog%20pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
