<?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-38041351</id><updated>2011-04-24T08:06:45.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Adventure's of Sparky and the Spatula Kid</title><subtitle type='html'>I love Spatula's. What else do you need to know?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidalbinoseasquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38041351/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidalbinoseasquirrels.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01707096987770628278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38041351.post-6628683013761768000</id><published>2007-08-07T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T16:55:30.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer so far........</title><content type='html'>Hey Guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I just got back from six amazing weeks at crow. I have alot of stories to tell and will endever to do so later,  But right now I am bagged because I have been sick and averaging about three hours of sleep a night. So I will Post later. For now just stopping in to say hello&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38041351-6628683013761768000?l=rabidalbinoseasquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidalbinoseasquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/6628683013761768000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38041351&amp;postID=6628683013761768000&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38041351/posts/default/6628683013761768000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38041351/posts/default/6628683013761768000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidalbinoseasquirrels.blogspot.com/2007/08/summer-so-far.html' title='Summer so far........'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01707096987770628278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38041351.post-7744893366876894404</id><published>2007-05-03T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T21:47:07.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I hate blogging</title><content type='html'>Hey guys. I know it has been a while since I last posted. I'm sorry for my sporadic postings that are mostly about me complaining about my life. So Ill make sure that doesn't happen again. Truthfully I hate posting, I find it hard to dedicate time trying to retell a story in my normal awkward fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to be honestly blunt. These last few weeks have been &lt;span class="hm" id="misp_compose_1"&gt;fricken&lt;/span&gt; awesome. I have had so much to be thank full for because of friends and the way events have lined themselves up. &lt;span class="hm" id="misp_compose_2"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; not sure how long this post is going to be. We will see when I'm done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright since It has been almost two months since I have last posted I will bring you up to date. Around spring break me and five kids from my school took a 5 day trip to Ottawa and got to stay in a five star hotel with crappy rooms and a disgruntled bell boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I finally sent out my Passport form and was pleased to see it arrive in the mail long after I had given up hope that the twisted people working behind the desks at passport Canada hadn't tossed it in the incinerator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that we are back up to the present, Let me update you on the Here and now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning of May I found out that I got into PIT along with some wicked other friends of mine. It looks like it will be a super great time. I was really worried about whether I would get in or not because I am really young to apply and my resume was less than stellar. But despite the odds and with the help of my dashing good looks and charming personality (*Gags*) I was able to slip under the radar and into the PIT lineup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly I just spent a really fun two days in Calgary. With the help of Victoria I was able to pick out a couple new sets of shorts and a new set of jeans. She was even kind enough to make me a birthday cake and try to arrange a surprise Birthday party. It was still fun, and I have to admit I laughed really hard when we got back to her place to find her younger brother Benson had strung up " Happy birthday streamer" that were low enough to strangle me a few times when I wasn't paying attention and greeted us at the door with his trumpet blaring out happy birthday. We spent the rest of the night eating Cake, jogging off the cake and watching the second season of the &lt;span class="hm" id="misp_compose_3"&gt;OC&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly. One of my personal favorites.... SOCCER. That's right, despite this abnormally long bought of snow, and a late start to the season. Soccer is back, and in full control of my time. I coach the U 12 team, play as one of the seniors of the U 16 league. In addition to that I got my reffing certificate ( not a linesman but a full fledged &lt;span class="hm" id="misp_compose_4"&gt;reff&lt;/span&gt;). We have played our first couple of games and won them. Amazingly I was able to dredge up a couple of crossbar ringing shots ( Though I'm a defense) and walk away with 7 plus assists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I stop now to ponder what other inane details about my life I can bore you with*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well last week I turned 16 and took my drivers exam, I passed ( Without studying I might add). Though the idea of driving is novel, and I have only been out twice, I can say without too much worry of loosing sleep tonight that I dislike driving. Sure I will be the first one to ask for a ride if I'm feeling overly lethargic or running short on time, but the thought of me actually behind that wheel of concentration scares me and everyone else on the road (and off for that matter). Not to mention the fact that my dear sweet father is sitting next to me barking at me to not to accelerate when I see pedestrians or to slow down when kids are crossing the road, at times he can drive ( Excuse the pun) me up the blasted wall. For the week and a half that I have had my license I have already had 8 threats from him of " Not taking me driving if I don't do what he says". Oh well, when you live in a town as sleepy as &lt;span class="hm" id="misp_compose_5"&gt;Elkford&lt;/span&gt; you don't really *Have* to drive anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Its 12:09 am and I have to leave in the morning at 8. If someone actually did drudge up the courage and patients to slog through this blog I will congratulate them on a job well done. For those of you who like to tear me apart for my terrible grammar and spelling skills I suggest that you take some Ex lax for your worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                      Favorite Songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       Prayer of the Refugee - Rise Against&lt;br /&gt;                       This Love - Maroon Five&lt;br /&gt;                       Chris Cornell - You know my name&lt;br /&gt;                        Dragon Force - Valley of the Damned ( Compliments of Victoria)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38041351-7744893366876894404?l=rabidalbinoseasquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidalbinoseasquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/7744893366876894404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38041351&amp;postID=7744893366876894404&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38041351/posts/default/7744893366876894404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38041351/posts/default/7744893366876894404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidalbinoseasquirrels.blogspot.com/2007/05/why-i-hate-blogging.html' title='Why I hate blogging'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01707096987770628278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38041351.post-6303842736093608035</id><published>2007-03-21T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T14:55:31.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The men who dont fit in</title><content type='html'>This one leaves me wanting to do somthing dumb on my ski's every time I read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;There's a race of men that don't fit in,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.4cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   A race that can't stay still;&lt;br /&gt;So they break the hearts of kith and kin,&lt;br /&gt;    And they roam the world at will.&lt;br /&gt;They range the field and they rove the flood,&lt;br /&gt;    And they climb the mountain's crest;&lt;br /&gt;Theirs is the curse of the gypsy blood,&lt;br /&gt;    And they don't know how to rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.4cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If they just went straight they might go far;&lt;br /&gt;    They are strong and brave and true;&lt;br /&gt;But they're always tired of the things that are,&lt;br /&gt;    And they want the strange and new.&lt;br /&gt;They say: "Could I find my proper groove,&lt;br /&gt;    What a deep mark I would make!"&lt;br /&gt;So they chop and change, and each fresh move&lt;br /&gt;    Is only a fresh mistake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.4cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And each forgets, as he strips and runs&lt;br /&gt;    With a brilliant, fitful pace,&lt;br /&gt;It's the steady, quiet, plodding ones&lt;br /&gt;    Who win in the lifelong race.&lt;br /&gt;And each forgets that his youth has fled,&lt;br /&gt;    Forgets that his prime is past,&lt;br /&gt;Till he stands one day, with a hope that's dead,&lt;br /&gt;    In the glare of the truth at last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.4cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He has failed, he has failed; he has missed his chance;&lt;br /&gt;    He has just done things by half.&lt;br /&gt;Life's been a jolly good joke on him,&lt;br /&gt;    And now is the time to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Ha, ha! He is one of the Legion Lost;&lt;br /&gt;    He was never meant to win;&lt;br /&gt;He's a rolling stone, and it's bred in the bone;&lt;br /&gt;    He's a man who won't fit in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38041351-6303842736093608035?l=rabidalbinoseasquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidalbinoseasquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/6303842736093608035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38041351&amp;postID=6303842736093608035&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38041351/posts/default/6303842736093608035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38041351/posts/default/6303842736093608035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidalbinoseasquirrels.blogspot.com/2007/03/men-who-dont-fit-in.html' title='The men who dont fit in'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01707096987770628278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38041351.post-770012124432180207</id><published>2007-02-21T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T15:48:56.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whisked Away</title><content type='html'>Sorry guys for the lack of current blogs. Life has as always been crazy busy. Three jobs with homework and fundraising for my trip to Ottawa has made life complicated. The weekend was great. A skiing trip to &lt;span id="misp_compose_2" class="hm"&gt;fernie&lt;/span&gt; is exactly what the doctor ordered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     But I did not start a blog merely for the sake of telling you why my life is harder than the other 6.3 billion people on this planet and why you should pity me. Something extraordinarily weird has happened. I'm not talking about rediscovering some obscure pudding flavor that you used to like way back in kindergarten weird. But more like a friend vanishing from the face of the earth in the middle of the night weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       I was away from home this last weekend at a ski retreat with my youth group. Usually I spend most of my time hanging out with my friends at our local hill but as I mentioned above I couldn't. When I got back to school two days ago one of my class mates Matt wasn't there. I asked mildly curious were he might be (with the current second semester people have been coming and going with the end of basketball tournaments) . His friends said that he had broken his collar bone and was spending the next couple of days in the hospital. Something didn't sound quite right to me. I do not claim to be an expert but I know enough of CPR en such to know that a broken color bone would not constitute an extenuated stay in the hospital. Then I found out that a few days prior (Sunday I think) he had cleaned out his locker at school. Rumors began to surface that since he was going to be in hospital for a while his mom had decided to home school him because she was afraid he would fall behind in school. Again something did not seem quite right. One of my other classmates had hit a power pole on his toboggan broke all his ribs shattered his right leg and punctured a lung and he was still doing homework in the hospital. *( I don't claim to have had the foresight to have pieced all of these things together). Then today the real news of what happened. Him, his mother and his two brothers had packed their bags in the middle of the night and left for Japan. Matt had never broken his color bone. It was all a elaborate hoax for them to make there escape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   It seams so unreal . But the thought of how much life changes has been predominate among my other thoughts of late. I mean one day you have a friend who you laugh and talk with, we skied lots and did lots of other things together. The next day you are faced with the fact that you will probable never see him again. I mean the last thing in the world I expected was to loose a friend so suddenly and in such a manor. Anyways, please pray for him, everybody at the school including the teachers miss you Matt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38041351-770012124432180207?l=rabidalbinoseasquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidalbinoseasquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/770012124432180207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38041351&amp;postID=770012124432180207&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38041351/posts/default/770012124432180207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38041351/posts/default/770012124432180207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidalbinoseasquirrels.blogspot.com/2007/02/whisked-away.html' title='Whisked Away'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01707096987770628278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38041351.post-116961236335043361</id><published>2007-01-23T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T20:19:53.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oy mate. Im going after the Pearl</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" width="600"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://quizfarm.com/images/1130267908PIRATE" jpg="" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Captain Jack Sparrow&lt;/b&gt;. Roguish,quick-witted, and incredibly lucky, Jack Sparrow is a pirate who sometimes ends up being a hero, against his better judgement. Captain Jack looks out for #1, but he can be counted on (usually) to do the right thing. He has an incredibly persuasive tongue, a mind that borders on genius or insanity, and an incredible talent for getting into trouble and getting out of it. Maybe its brains, maybe its genius, or maybe its just plain luck. Or maybe a mixture of all three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="300"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Captain Jack Sparrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Maximus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="83"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;83%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Indiana Jones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="83"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;83%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Batman, the Dark Knight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="83"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;83%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;William Wallace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="83"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;83%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;The Terminator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="67"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;67%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Neo, the "One"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="67"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;67%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Lara Croft&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="58"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;58%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;El Zorro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="50"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;The Amazing Spider-Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="50"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;James Bond, Agent 007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="42"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;42%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%27http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=" 92013=""&gt;Which Action Hero Would You Be? v. 2.0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%27http://quizfarm.com%27"&gt;QuizFarm.c&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38041351-116961236335043361?l=rabidalbinoseasquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidalbinoseasquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/116961236335043361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38041351&amp;postID=116961236335043361&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38041351/posts/default/116961236335043361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38041351/posts/default/116961236335043361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidalbinoseasquirrels.blogspot.com/2007/01/oy-mate-im-going-after-pearl.html' title='Oy mate. Im going after the Pearl'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01707096987770628278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38041351.post-116961171481913149</id><published>2007-01-23T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T20:08:34.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Done with the Finals onto the Provincals</title><content type='html'>Today was the day of my English Final. With provincial week next week, a few large socails test and three steady jobs I was kinda running into overdrive mode. Yesterday my friends asked me if I would like to go Ski ma Sledding (Our version of water skiing behind a ski doo) and of course like any decent person would, I said yes. That was completely forggetting the fact I had a final exam the next day. Two Socails projects due and some work I said Ill do for a friend. After I got home and went to floor hockey ( Im just rolling in good idea's eh?) .I realized the extent of just how much I had to do and went into Wilkie Over drive mode ( This Is a mode that mostly utalized by Wilkie males . Syptoms include frenzied studying ten minuets before leaving for test and repeated use of swear words.) Somhow by the grace of God I remebered every thing I was studying and feal like I did good Wich is bad because that usualy means I did really bad. But anyways with those behind me I have clear sailing for another few days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             On the bright side I did get my full face ski helmet on saturday. And I have been trying some more tricks on my ski's .  Sadly the dear sweet lift is going through a mid life crisis and will be shut down for the next little while, and my ski's are at the hill preventing me from further Ski Ma sledding but there is always picture person. When chris went out yesterday he was getting over ten feet of air and twenty to thirty feet of distance. Kevan if you are reading this screw building a jump when you come home for christmas this is more air than I have ever seen. Chris got of 10 consecutive swear words before he  even thought of landing. We have a sweet downhill landing and about three feet of powder for playing in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                Anyways I will end of with my Favorite songs of the week&lt;br /&gt;                                 &lt;br /&gt;                                                       ~ Sad Statues  - System of a Down&lt;br /&gt;                                                        ~ Revenga - System of a Down&lt;br /&gt;                                                       ~ Hanging by a moment - Lifhouse&lt;br /&gt;                                                       ~  Intro/Chamber the Cartdridge - Rise Against&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       The Spatula Kid&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38041351-116961171481913149?l=rabidalbinoseasquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidalbinoseasquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/116961171481913149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38041351&amp;postID=116961171481913149&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38041351/posts/default/116961171481913149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38041351/posts/default/116961171481913149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidalbinoseasquirrels.blogspot.com/2007/01/done-with-finals-onto-provincals.html' title='Done with the Finals onto the Provincals'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01707096987770628278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38041351.post-116935943526566794</id><published>2007-01-20T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T22:03:55.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mothers with Brooms</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had it were you had somthing slightly important. So you put it in the most obscure place you can think of knowing that the chances of somone finding it there are a million to one. Only to go back and find out it is missing? *Sobs*. My friend Stina got an I pod for christmas. Only to find out her computor was too old for the software.  So when I heard her planning to return It I said that I could take her Cd's and put them onto her Ipod using my comp. She gave me her Cd and a song list that had taken her a extremely long time to make and asked me for the songs.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    I was so buisy that week and new that I would not be able to get to it so I put it next to my computor under a piece of wood that we use to hold up the phone and some Cd racks. As some twisted person would have it my mom was using the phone and knocked the wood off. Seeing the piece of paper with 200+ songs on it she thought it was my sisters, ripped it into six tiny little pieces and tossed it into the garbage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  But wait. If your not conviced this is a sick play by fate it gets better. That night I wasnt buisy for the first time so I went grab the paper. I lifted the board and it wasnt there. I looked beside the computor and it wasnt there either. With a little bit of a shudder I asked mom if she had done any cleaning&lt;br /&gt;         ~ I must make a note here. My moms version of cleaning consists of anything that doesnt look like it has a use gets thrown out without a second glance~ I asked her If she had seen a little piece of paper and she said no. I persisted and she said vaguely that she might have tossed somthing like that into the garbage. With a small sob I went and searched there. Needless to say after several disgusting moments I pulled the relativly intact paper onto the counter. Pieced it together like a bad jigsaw puzzle and it is sitter there now drying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Morals of the story.  1. Pick the most open place to hide somthing&lt;br /&gt;                                              2. Never doubt a mothers skill of finding somthing important in a place&lt;br /&gt;                                                  that she never looks and throwing it out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38041351-116935943526566794?l=rabidalbinoseasquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidalbinoseasquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/116935943526566794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38041351&amp;postID=116935943526566794&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38041351/posts/default/116935943526566794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38041351/posts/default/116935943526566794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidalbinoseasquirrels.blogspot.com/2007/01/mothers-with-brooms.html' title='Mothers with Brooms'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01707096987770628278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38041351.post-116909852346075996</id><published>2007-01-17T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T21:35:32.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm I think I will start wearing a collor</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" width="600"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://quizfarm.com/images/1109469601samauri" jpg="" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Cut Throat&lt;/b&gt;. Your death will be by a slit/cut throat, maybe beacuse you are a foreign person or in some gang. Don't do gangs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="300"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Cut Throat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Eaten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="80"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;80%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Gunshot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="73"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;73%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Disappear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="67"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;67%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Accident&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="67"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;67%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Bomb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="53"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;53%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Disease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="40"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;40%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Stabbed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="33"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;33%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Natural Causes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="33"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;33%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38041351-116909852346075996?l=rabidalbinoseasquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidalbinoseasquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/116909852346075996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38041351&amp;postID=116909852346075996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38041351/posts/default/116909852346075996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38041351/posts/default/116909852346075996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidalbinoseasquirrels.blogspot.com/2007/01/hmm-i-think-i-will-start-wearing.html' title='Hmm I think I will start wearing a collor'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01707096987770628278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38041351.post-116909730143809669</id><published>2007-01-17T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T21:15:01.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fernie and back</title><content type='html'>I found out that this blog wasnt posted but saved as a draft. This was current as of new years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yet another adventure with greame victoria garret and nick has gone by, and yet again we come up with a solution to a problem just in the "Nick" of time. Yes I know that it was a terrible pun and that I should be shot for it but meh. This weakend we went out to fernie and threw a multi person birthday party. It was a blast. I almost got my (explicit content edited) kicked by a drunk for a coment I made at the flames (not knowing at the time he was drunk out of his raving mind), wich was resovled by greame getting his (Explicit content edited) kicked at a game of pool. I tell you for being drunk he was still amazing. We went to the pool and frolicked there followed by a trip to Rip n Richards for some amazing food. Ahh it was good times all around. And If victoria ever sends me those pictures then I might just get around to posting them. I am really tired right now, walking around fernie in the wee hours of the morning followed by watching some Pirates of the Carribean tends to make a fellow tired. I must say to all involved in that great weakend thank you, I had a blast. I hope we can get together soon again. As for me I am about to get the first ski turns of the season in so I must prepare myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Dan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. For those of you who read this blog I have actualy gotten a page set up on EBlog and am learning how to work it. I must confess that I have not put allot of time into it. But I am slowly transferring my blogs onto it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38041351-116909730143809669?l=rabidalbinoseasquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidalbinoseasquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/116909730143809669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38041351&amp;postID=116909730143809669&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38041351/posts/default/116909730143809669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38041351/posts/default/116909730143809669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidalbinoseasquirrels.blogspot.com/2007/01/fernie-and-back.html' title='Fernie and back'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01707096987770628278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38041351.post-116605395040105821</id><published>2006-12-13T15:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T11:38:05.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Up to date on Dan</title><content type='html'>Hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who actualy follow my blog I have decided to update it as well as expand it to blogspot. Allot of new things have happened since I have written last. And no my grammar getting better is not one of those things. That Job at the hardware store that I was so thrilled about turned out to be bogus. My boss is a nightmare, we dont get along and im pretty sure she hates me but oh well life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to a formal dinner in a suit jacket and the whole nine yards. At first it was wierd because for the first time in my life I was willing to do it and two I wasnt being forced to by my parents. I think I might be coming down with somthing. It was kind of funny to watch my boss drunk out of her mind trying to dance. Deffinatly worth going back too again. After I got home I went to a youth group. I was ambushed by two girls trying to stuff cupcakes into my face. Needless to say I ended up with a clean face and they ended up with a cupcake in theirs. My youth leader muttered somthing about kevans legacy...not sure what that meant lol. oh and I also stole both shoelaces from one of them. A good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that I have just been really dang buisy. I have been working lots. I passed the ski patrol stuff today. School is going fine. I have a multi person party to help plan for in fernie. All while trying to balance a social and parents who think that I am constantly plotting some great betrayal. In anycase whatever they blame me for I just say "yeah...I might have done it...but even if I did it wasnt half as bad is when matt did...." and from ther I work the story to my advantage...sorry matt you left me your legacy, now im playing with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I am done for now. It is late and dad has decided that I should be in bed now. I might try to fight it but thinking about it I really dont have anything better to do than sleep now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38041351-116605395040105821?l=rabidalbinoseasquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidalbinoseasquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/116605395040105821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38041351&amp;postID=116605395040105821&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38041351/posts/default/116605395040105821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38041351/posts/default/116605395040105821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidalbinoseasquirrels.blogspot.com/2006/12/up-to-date-on-dan.html' title='Up to date on Dan'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01707096987770628278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38041351.post-116605386000002455</id><published>2006-12-13T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T15:51:00.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A series of not so unfortunate events</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well this week has been really odd for me. I guess to help explain why it was odd I should give you some background history. The last two weeks have kinda burned me out. I know most of you are saying you are only in grade ten what can be stressful. Well I have been working a whole lot, I have had serveral essays and a billion tests to study for. I have been doing picture stuff at the church. Between this I have to juggle in sleep, piano lessons and family who Is complaining that they never see me anymore. Then I got to this week and all of sudden things have started to change dramaticle. I am still waiting for an anvil to fall from the sky and smite me or to get attack by a rabid polar bear. I dunno just somthing to break up an amazing week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  To start things off I found out at the beggining of the week that I was getting a B in english and was missing an A by two percent. I asked my teacher if there was anything I could do to change this and she said with report cards only a week away that It was unlikly. Then yesterday she came up to me and said that she had found a bunch of unmarked work and I was getting my mark upgraded to an A. When I got home from school My dad walked up to me and said that somone had offered me a job at the local hardware store, I didnt know that they were even hiring people workers. THEN a skant five  minuets after that my friend who i havnt talked to a while asked me to come down to arizon during spring break. And we have already planned out the tickets and im just waiting for mom and dad to reafirm they say it will happen they just to talk a little more about the details.  Wow. I went from really bad to really good and it is a wierd fealing. I think for the time being I will carry bear spray on my person and wont walk outdoors for the next little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   With that said, I think I better go. I have to work ten minuets. And it would be alot like me to ruin a perfect streak and show up late. Anyways for all you who take the time to read my pathetic outdated blog there is more to come and I will write more in the next few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              Always trust the ice cream, it will never steer your wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                Boy with the nickle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38041351-116605386000002455?l=rabidalbinoseasquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidalbinoseasquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/116605386000002455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38041351&amp;postID=116605386000002455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38041351/posts/default/116605386000002455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38041351/posts/default/116605386000002455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidalbinoseasquirrels.blogspot.com/2006/12/series-of-not-so-unfortunate-events.html' title='A series of not so unfortunate events'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01707096987770628278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38041351.post-116605377471383948</id><published>2006-12-13T15:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T15:49:34.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a Ghost of a chance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;    This week at my school is School spirit week. We play games against teachers and raffles and stuff like that. Part of the school spirit week we play against an Ice hockey team called the Ghost Riders. So at the end of the day for an hour and half we play a game of floor hockey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                  A little background Info&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          On saturday was my first day of work at the Ice rink. My friend was teaching me to skate backwards. Anyways I fell on my tailbone an bruised it, It hurt alot and I couldnt run, So on monday I had to tell my gym teacher I couldnt play in the ghost rider game. So monday and  tuesday I iced it and took advil by the bucket loads. Somone had signed my friend devin up to play and he made the team but really didnt want to play. So he said If I got better in time I could play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;   So today we played. I walked into the gym. Me and my friend reece were really really nervous. We got dressed and looked at the line we had been assigned too. I had been put on the first line with four other grade twelves. For some reason we all clicked. After a nice passing play between me and one of the other kids. We ran up the side with lighting fast passes. I cut in front of the net and put it top shelf. I was dazed. I wasnt expecting to score. We lost 8-4 but it was still a really good game. I missed another chance of scoring and my butt hurt alot if I tried to run.  Despite the fact they had double our score we went in to sudden death O.T. . They scored almost right away. Anyways morals of the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              1. Asperin Is a wonder drug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              2. Never try to muscle around bigger people&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;                              3. Never run with a bruised tailbone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              and four is a little wishy washy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           No matter what the odds are never give up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38041351-116605377471383948?l=rabidalbinoseasquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidalbinoseasquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/116605377471383948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38041351&amp;postID=116605377471383948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38041351/posts/default/116605377471383948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38041351/posts/default/116605377471383948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidalbinoseasquirrels.blogspot.com/2006/12/not-ghost-of-chance.html' title='Not a Ghost of a chance'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01707096987770628278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38041351.post-116605367742123520</id><published>2006-12-13T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T15:47:57.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; So after the first two weeks of school I have survived. It isnt as bad as I thought it was going to be. I learned that it is all one big gong show and every person in the school is competing to be the prettiest of the ugly people. But that is just me being bitter. This morning I woke up with a killer stomache ache and didnt go to school and missed a big socails test. That means that I have more work tommorow. I dropped guitar to go into woodwork and that threw my happy well known schedual out the window to replace it with a psychotic new one. I have come to the desiscion that it is just a giant grind, rat maze, pandora's box designed to make you jump through the ridiculous hoops so that by the end you get a little peice of paper saying well done you did it, now go to collage to do the same thing for the next 5 years. But it isnt all bad. I have had some really good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Another part of school that is really making it interesting is that me and my friends are freakishly competative. No matter what we are doing, when we are doing it, it is always a big competition. So when I got to school and started matching them grade for grade it made them frustrated. They in turn decided that they would gang up on me. Which still didnt work. So we will see how it turns out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyways for now I got to go study. If I am sick I might as well do somthing usefull with the day off. And you know what they say misery loves company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                Dan  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38041351-116605367742123520?l=rabidalbinoseasquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidalbinoseasquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/116605367742123520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38041351&amp;postID=116605367742123520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38041351/posts/default/116605367742123520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38041351/posts/default/116605367742123520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidalbinoseasquirrels.blogspot.com/2006/12/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01707096987770628278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38041351.post-116605355200765328</id><published>2006-12-13T15:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T15:45:52.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weakend Hike</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Last week my brother kevan invited me to go caving with him and some friends in and about the crowsnest pass area. There is a part of me that was screaming. "YOU HATE CAVES AND SMALL SPACES" and another part replying "So what?".  In the end me and my dad went, for the most part I didnt mind it, but I think I have done my Family hiking hours for the next five years or so. It was a slow long up, made worse in part by some of the people hiking who wanting to go back. And Im fairly sure that I managed to throughly annoy some people. After an hour of hearing. "My heartbeat is too high, or there isnt enough oxygen going to my legs." we made it to the platue. We had a quite bite to eat and started our shale climb to the cave entrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              There arent many things in this world that bother me. And the ones that do are the ones that really freak me out. Small, tight, dark spaces happen to be on that list. But im not he sort of person to give up when others are going on and seeing my sister climb into that cave was cause enough for me to go in after her just to prove a point.          The actual cave itself wasnt as bad as I thought it might be. There deffianatly was some tight spots that left me looking like I as in some sort of preverse game of Twister and I have never seen so much rat crap in my life but walking through Ice filled rooms and rooms that ended in hundred foot drop offs made for good times. We got out of the cave an hour and a half later and took a photo. But after crawling through stagnant water and rat feceas made me feal unsanitary and wanting to wash my hands for the next hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     We got out of the cave around 5:30 and hiked the 12 km back, arriving at our car at 6:45. We drove into town and ate at Popiels. Me and dad had to go home early so mom could have the car to go into work. It was a good days hike and the next morning my legs had that burning sensation you get from going uphill. &lt;br /&gt;   And that is how I spent my weekend. Please forgive me I know I am a grammatical nightmare so if you see any bad lines please email me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                        Dan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38041351-116605355200765328?l=rabidalbinoseasquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidalbinoseasquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/116605355200765328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38041351&amp;postID=116605355200765328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38041351/posts/default/116605355200765328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38041351/posts/default/116605355200765328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidalbinoseasquirrels.blogspot.com/2006/12/weakend-hike.html' title='Weakend Hike'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01707096987770628278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38041351.post-116605349763321396</id><published>2006-12-13T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T15:44:57.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today was my first day of school. I confess that after nine years of homeschooling it as an interesting experiance. There is new class rotations and and it is all messed up. My friend devin has made my hero list. Usaly I am the one leading him and hleping him out. Today he was practicle babysitting me as he led me from class to class. Without him I would still be trying to find my way out of that labrinth of halls and classrooms. This will probable be the first of many blogs. I suspect I am in for quite a few ''adventures'' in the days to come. Oh well what doesnt kill you only cripples you .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                      Wilkie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38041351-116605349763321396?l=rabidalbinoseasquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidalbinoseasquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/116605349763321396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38041351&amp;postID=116605349763321396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38041351/posts/default/116605349763321396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38041351/posts/default/116605349763321396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidalbinoseasquirrels.blogspot.com/2006/12/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01707096987770628278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38041351.post-116605341324569897</id><published>2006-12-13T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T15:43:33.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Camp</title><content type='html'>I got back from camp an hour or so ago. And like every year I miss it so much. I met so many amazing people and did many amazing things. On the first day of camp I walked into my cabin and met one of my old friend who I havnt seen for 7 years. And he reconized me right off the bat. To add to that I met his sisters and we became really good friends also. If I had the time or the inclination I would write about every little detail and happening that went on during camp, But I will strive my best to keep it to a more readable size. For one thing the outtrips were allot more enjoyable, I guess even with twenty pounds of meat in ones backpack it isnt half as bad as my pack was on the West coast trail. It was one of the first camps were when I was on the outtrip i wasnt hungry at all and didnt want more food when it was offered. Camp itself was amazing, like I said earlier I met alot of amazing poeple. . Hopefully next year I can do PIT (Personal In Training) and become a counsler. I have always like working with kids. If not then I will sign up for another normal camp. We had an all men night , celebrated a 1970's new year party, made a viking funeral raft and threw axes at gophers. We has camp fires and played games and hung out. Somwere along the line I picked up one of the many colds flying around. When i get a bit more time I will do some more writting. but for now I got to get off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         Wilkie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38041351-116605341324569897?l=rabidalbinoseasquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidalbinoseasquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/116605341324569897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38041351&amp;postID=116605341324569897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38041351/posts/default/116605341324569897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38041351/posts/default/116605341324569897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidalbinoseasquirrels.blogspot.com/2006/12/more-camp.html' title='More Camp'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01707096987770628278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38041351.post-116605330421777695</id><published>2006-12-13T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T15:41:44.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elite Club of Bear Fighting Gentlemen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmm well two days ago I sprained my baby toe wich realy hurts. I fell of a ladder and my toe caught on a rung. Went parralell to my foot. Anyways I was realy upset cause I though I broke it just before the West Coast trail. If I did I woulda cried.Anyways I realized it is on the 8 that I leave for that. Sunday is the first and right now it is tuesday. In other words It is coming up FAST. Its going to an amazing trip and it will almost be a dream come true to actualy get on it considering we have been planning it for 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   In other news I am forming and Elite Clan. It is called the Elite Club of Bear Fighters. It is easy to get in. Fight a bear bare handed. You are allowed one 2 inch pocket knife. If you win you become a member for life if you lose then we will take your stiches out for you for free. Or in extreme cases, Carry your casket for your widow or husband. As a member you will get the exclusive Bear fighters T shirt as well as the latest bear fighters magazines detailing the best sort of pocket knives to use against bears and how to kill a bear without one. And in the famous last words of a man who doesnt exsist anymore thanks to his bear fighting bravory. "hey its only a bear. Time to fight".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Finaly I am thinking of starting a project. I call it the Retard list. I will give more details in my next blog. I hope to have it up soon.In case I dont have time to write anymore before I go on the WCT I will wright as soon as I get back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              Peace&lt;br /&gt;                                  Dan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38041351-116605330421777695?l=rabidalbinoseasquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidalbinoseasquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/116605330421777695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38041351&amp;postID=116605330421777695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38041351/posts/default/116605330421777695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38041351/posts/default/116605330421777695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidalbinoseasquirrels.blogspot.com/2006/12/elite-club-of-bear-fighting-gentlemen.html' title='Elite Club of Bear Fighting Gentlemen'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01707096987770628278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38041351.post-116605311681028704</id><published>2006-12-13T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T15:38:36.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monsters and Morals</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;So today me and my friend Reece were hanging out at the soccer field, it was really hot so we went to the local store for a slush and headed back to his house. It was one of those days that was too hot to do anything so we flicked on the tv and started watching a movie. The TV turned on to a pre movie presentation were the host was bragging about how acclaimed the director was in the media world and how poetic his movies are. We kinda looked at each other not knowing what to expect. "Now we turn to our feature presentation "Land Of The Dead".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                If you don't know were I'm heading with this you should be directing your own movies right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The whole movie is based on some futuristic time were zombies take over half the world and anybody who dies or is bitten by one becomes a zombie. All the towns are corpse infested grave yards were the dead mill around aimlessly waiting for live people to come by so they can eat them. Sounds likes like a good movie so far? It gets better. The sole surviving humans barricade themselves in a "New York" style of city surrounded by water on three sides and a electric fence on the fourth. The city is run by a corrupt Mafia leader who has his hands into every, Including but not limited to (you guessed it) ZOMBIE PIT FIGHTS. To make an extremely long movie short. The zombies (led by an undead gas attendant) get smart enough to realize that water cant really stop them considering they are already dead. What are they going to do drown? So after a long bloody attack on the city in which most of the inhabitants are slaughtered the few remaining survivors sit outside the fence looking at the burning city. Then comes the defining point in the movie. One of the enraged survivors pulls out an AK47 and takes aim at a hapless zombie (AKA the gas attendant). The Main Character pulls her gun down and in a ultra close screanshot of his face  declares. " Don't shoot them, they are just like us trying to find a place to fit in". The movie ends in them all driving to Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is possible the worst movie I have ever seen in my entire life.  WASTE OF LIFE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38041351-116605311681028704?l=rabidalbinoseasquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidalbinoseasquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/116605311681028704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38041351&amp;postID=116605311681028704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38041351/posts/default/116605311681028704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38041351/posts/default/116605311681028704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidalbinoseasquirrels.blogspot.com/2006/12/monsters-and-morals.html' title='Monsters and Morals'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01707096987770628278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38041351.post-116605269460396358</id><published>2006-12-13T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T15:31:34.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A very long day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today I was lining soccer games all day, five games with half hour breaks in between and plus thirty degree weather made for a long day.I got on the field at 9:30am and left it at 7:30pm ,I had fun and left with a wicked sun burn to remember the day by. But I must say I was looking forward to  leaving, the last half of the final game seemed like it lasted forever. It was disappointing to watch all my old teammates loose but that is kinda a classic case of the pot calling the kettle black  as my team lost the gold medal game to a team we hadn't had any problems beating previously. I guess the Albertans have to win gold now and then seaming as my team has won the gold in each age group for the last six or seven years in a row. No offense to you guys but you think living on a giant field of a province would give you a slight advantage over us mountain people but that doesn't seem to be the case. Oh well soccer is always there for the taking next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                    Dan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38041351-116605269460396358?l=rabidalbinoseasquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidalbinoseasquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/116605269460396358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38041351&amp;postID=116605269460396358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38041351/posts/default/116605269460396358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38041351/posts/default/116605269460396358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidalbinoseasquirrels.blogspot.com/2006/12/very-long-day.html' title='A very long day'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01707096987770628278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38041351.post-116605243734899804</id><published>2006-12-13T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T15:27:17.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet another soccer game</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well I just finished another soccer game. That makes it 2 wins and 2 losses. Our first loss was kinda dumb. We were missing half our team, the second we were missing some of our team and the nets were midgeted. We just finished winning our second game. My hands are still shaking from the adrenaline coursing through my body. We put the winning goal into there net with .38 seconds left in the game. We were one of the most evenly matched teams I have seen In a long while. We pounded thirty or forty shots at him. Half hit the net half the golie managed to get a piece of.  I think I have finaly figured out what position I like to play. Mid defence. Anyways I am going to watch a movie called nanny Mcphee. I dont know what it is. I saw a review and it looked retarded. Anyways. Later all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                     Dan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38041351-116605243734899804?l=rabidalbinoseasquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidalbinoseasquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/116605243734899804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38041351&amp;postID=116605243734899804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38041351/posts/default/116605243734899804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38041351/posts/default/116605243734899804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidalbinoseasquirrels.blogspot.com/2006/12/yet-another-soccer-game.html' title='Yet another soccer game'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01707096987770628278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38041351.post-116605233763267975</id><published>2006-12-13T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T15:25:37.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On soccer fields were players grow among the spectators row on row.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;  Well last night was my second soccer game of the year against sparwood 1. We lost the first game against sparwood two because we were missing our two best forwards, best midfield and best defense. So the Sparwood one team came in thinking they would slaughter us. We beat them 2-0. The Goalie had an amazing drop kick that sent it deep past half, That would have been effective if one of my best friends Devin regier didn't head it back into there Eighteen yard box.I mean this goalie could send it 60ft high. it would come in like a comet, and Devin would streak in and send it back into there end. By the sixth time there goalie sent it down the middle there Forwards were screaming at him "NOT THE MIDDLE NOT THE MIDDLE." To which Devin obligingly sent them packing. By half time they had put a tall kid to knock Devin off the ball like he said they would. They did it once. The second time Me and Steven (the other two defence) leveled the kid when he got close to Dev (Note" shoulder to shoulder contact is perfectly legal). The Second thing that happened last night was I got my first ever Yellow card. For those of you who are not soccer savvy there are two types of cards. Red which means an instant send off of the field and in my league you are kicked out for the rest of the season. You only get these for being violent. The second is a yellow card. Two of these equal a red card. Anyways this kid was coming up the middle with the ball and I we both went to kick it. I hit his foot and sent him flying. Devin said that he somersaulted three times before he stopped. The reff called me over and gave me a yellow card, I really wasn't aiming for him. Even though he was mocking me during the game. He wasn't hurt. I cant say that I was overly remorseful. He was allot nicer to me after that. Im sorry but on the soccer field I am totaly unimotional. Especialy when I am on Deffence. You are on obstacle. You either move or I move you. Over all the game was good. We beat them even though we have had two crappy reffs for both games. But eh, to the victor goes the spoils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                            &lt;br /&gt;                                                             Yellow Card Maniac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38041351-116605233763267975?l=rabidalbinoseasquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidalbinoseasquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/116605233763267975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38041351&amp;postID=116605233763267975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38041351/posts/default/116605233763267975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38041351/posts/default/116605233763267975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidalbinoseasquirrels.blogspot.com/2006/12/on-soccer-fields-were-players-grow.html' title='On soccer fields were players grow among the spectators row on row.'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01707096987770628278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38041351.post-116605218143794709</id><published>2006-12-13T15:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T15:23:01.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Fun</title><content type='html'>Well today was my birthday, I didnt even know it until my mom walked into my room and starting singing "happy birthday". Somhow I imagined 15 being more exciting, I dont even care. Maybe I am just being cynical or maybe as you get older you just cease to care, I remeber fealing like king of the world when I turned 8. It was my day, I ruled what happened. Now im like mehim going to go mow the neibors lawn be back in a hour. To be fair there is a side of me that is saying Lets do somthing fun lets go do somthing exciting but that side is putting up as much fight as the Edmonton Oilers during the 3rd period. Anyways that is only one aspect of my hectic life. I am helping coach two soccer teams and I Lines man almost twice a week. Inbetween that I have to fit my soccer practises and floor hockey. It will get better towards the end of May, but then I have to plan for the west coast trail. I have been stacking money into the bank for the last couple months. Anyways I think I will go get some cake. Later all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                Sleepy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38041351-116605218143794709?l=rabidalbinoseasquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidalbinoseasquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/116605218143794709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38041351&amp;postID=116605218143794709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38041351/posts/default/116605218143794709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38041351/posts/default/116605218143794709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidalbinoseasquirrels.blogspot.com/2006/12/birthday-fun.html' title='Birthday Fun'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01707096987770628278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38041351.post-116605209274455872</id><published>2006-12-13T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T15:21:32.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Work is done, time for the next set of obsticals. I signed up for a soccer reffing course and it should be starting on saturday and sunday. With winter drawing to a close the west coast trail draws ever closer. It almost seems dream like because of all the preperation that goes into it. But that is then and for now I will focus my last winter days with dreaming of soccer and catching the last few days of skiing there are to be had.  On a lesser note my goggle burn is almost gone. Still have to look pretty hard at my face and most people cant stomache doing that so I think that is all good.  But for Know I have to get some sleep. And as always I look forward to the adventures to be had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     The Aussie King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38041351-116605209274455872?l=rabidalbinoseasquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidalbinoseasquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/116605209274455872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38041351&amp;postID=116605209274455872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38041351/posts/default/116605209274455872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38041351/posts/default/116605209274455872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidalbinoseasquirrels.blogspot.com/2006/12/work-is-done-time-for-next-set-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01707096987770628278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38041351.post-116605200091298848</id><published>2006-12-13T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T15:20:00.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ski Key Free</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; So as of this week work will be reduced to only weekends. I bought a new pair of skis on sale and I have been using them alot, getting them worked in. School will be back on in a couple of days. I only have 4 days left to finish off so it doesnt really matter to me. On a more "My life" note I did a couple of extreme things for me, first of all I died my hair black, and second I tried to pull a 360 on my skis (got about a 210). Me and some friends walked up the ski hill and built a massive jump up there so we played on that for a while. I wish I had brought a camera but I wasnt about to go all the way down and get it. Then we hung out for a little and WALKED home. I think I am going to go lay down in my bed I am realy tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                         Key Snatcher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38041351-116605200091298848?l=rabidalbinoseasquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidalbinoseasquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/116605200091298848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38041351&amp;postID=116605200091298848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38041351/posts/default/116605200091298848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38041351/posts/default/116605200091298848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidalbinoseasquirrels.blogspot.com/2006/12/ski-key-free.html' title='Ski Key Free'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01707096987770628278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38041351.post-116605193076168347</id><published>2006-12-13T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T15:18:50.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderfull World of Meat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Alright for all of those people ( I know who you are) who have been following my trail of blogs, I am totaly over camp and leading a normal (for me) life again.  I have been working lots and I will be happy when it all ends, dont get me wrong I love work and we have some amazing times there (hey allisa NINJA TURTLES). I have been skiing lots and my friends are now back from the holidays. I will be glad when spring break is over no im not a freak I just want some reason to go to bed early and get some sleep. Soccer sign ups are later on this week so I am pumped for that.  I hope we go to camrose this year. That was to much fun and there is so many stories to tell. Anyways that is it for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      Meat Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38041351-116605193076168347?l=rabidalbinoseasquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidalbinoseasquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/116605193076168347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38041351&amp;postID=116605193076168347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38041351/posts/default/116605193076168347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38041351/posts/default/116605193076168347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidalbinoseasquirrels.blogspot.com/2006/12/wonderfull-world-of-meat.html' title='Wonderfull World of Meat'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01707096987770628278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38041351.post-116605182120686338</id><published>2006-12-13T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T15:17:01.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today Is Post-camp day. I dont miss it as much more just the people who were there. I am watching my Msn almost Obsesivily hoping certain people will sign on (you know who you are). I am thinking of going to camp this summer as a cooks help. We will see. For the most part though life is slowly returning to pace though I feel a little sick. Tonight I have floor hockey. Maybe that can distract me. Every now and then I will flip through the weekends pictures and grasp at that memory. I sound pathetic I know. That is what sleep deprivition and a lack of a good diet will do to you. Anyways I will get back to the grind stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Screaming Ninja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38041351-116605182120686338?l=rabidalbinoseasquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidalbinoseasquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/116605182120686338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38041351&amp;postID=116605182120686338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38041351/posts/default/116605182120686338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38041351/posts/default/116605182120686338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidalbinoseasquirrels.blogspot.com/2006/12/today-is-post-camp-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01707096987770628278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38041351.post-116605174357938120</id><published>2006-12-13T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T15:15:43.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Campback</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;   I just got back from camp today. I love hanging out with all my friends. I miss almost every thing about camp down the the last sleep deprived night. It has always been my belife that nomatter who you are when you meet somone you always leave a mark. It might fade and be forgotten but it is always there. And going to camp left a dent. As it always does. I think that this year more than most It left me in a different mind set than normal. I dont know how but It did. The first night of  camp I walked into my cabin and I found out that one of my cabin mates was one of my First cabin mates from way back when. I met alot of people who I havnt talked to in a long time.  I miss it. My sister was there also. I dont get to see her to much now days so It is always a treat to talk to her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                        Iron Cross &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38041351-116605174357938120?l=rabidalbinoseasquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidalbinoseasquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/116605174357938120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38041351&amp;postID=116605174357938120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38041351/posts/default/116605174357938120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38041351/posts/default/116605174357938120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidalbinoseasquirrels.blogspot.com/2006/12/campback.html' title='Campback'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01707096987770628278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
