<?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-3961845419295029166</id><updated>2012-01-21T15:01:55.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shirt Ninja</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16109824707830835670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R_ZSnIVXo4I/AAAAAAAAADY/mGWgB8gg8W0/S220/kelsi.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961845419295029166.post-3556743214934423954</id><published>2009-03-31T15:50:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T16:10:15.053-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SdKUeWT4R5I/AAAAAAAAAR8/QrfZC9c0Pw4/s1600-h/poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319477358983923602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SdKUeWT4R5I/AAAAAAAAAR8/QrfZC9c0Pw4/s400/poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This will be my little rant about the movie "Knowing" or apparently it is also called "know1ng"... with a one instead of an i... as you can see below, there will be some spoilers ahead. If you WANT to see this movie and want to feel you got ripped off too, feel free to stop reading now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;**********SPOILERS WILL FOLLOW***********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This movie looked pretty good from the previews and it was actually pretty good for the first hour and a half. It made Leslie very scared through most of it and I'll admit there was times where I was a little disturbed and freaked out. But in the last half hour, they had to turn it into some crazy alien crap movie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The movie leads up to the fact that Nicholas Cage has a piece of paper that has all the dates of future trajedies, the number killed, and the coordinates on the earth where it will happen. He goes around trying to prevent whatever disaster may happen to cause all these deaths. The effects are really good through this point. Randomly though throughout the movie you see Cage's son being "stalked" by the blonde guys in suits. When it shows these men, you hear this very distrubing whispering noise that leaves you with a weird eerie feeling. You kinda get the idea they are aliens after a while, but you aren't quite sure how they are incorporated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a few events happen, they realize that the world is going to end on a certain day in October. This is the "climax" of the movie apparently that the world is going to end and these stalking aliens are trying to gather the "chosen" ones that can hear their whispers. They will then take them from Earth and put them on another planet to restart human kind. So a sun flare is going to destory the Earth, Cage's son and some other girls daughter get "chosen". They get taken away in some goofy looking space ship, the kids don't seem to care that the world and everyone they know are going to die because the aliens gave them BUNNIES!!! Then the sunflare comes and kills everyone on earth and it shows the boy and the girl on another planet playing and not caring that everyone they knew just burned to death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really enjoy the way that my beautiful bride-to-be Leslie put it. The movie is like one of those "you choose" books. Where you read a couple pages then it tells you to turn to this page or that one. Well the whole way through you are making nothing but good choices and the movie is going great, then director goes and makes the worst possible decision to end the movie. This movie took me back to another AWFUL alien movie, Signs. This movie is very creepy all the way through and then a crappy alien movie where the men are dressed in green spandex and die from the most abundant resource on the earth itself, WATER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319477358970191922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 93px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SdKUeWQmwDI/AAAAAAAAAR0/C54h0jiTuiw/s400/asdf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needless to say, Leslie and I were very disappointed in this movie. And so was everyone in the theatre. A few people yelled "I want a refund" when the credits started to roll. Needless to say, I probably won't be going to the movies for a while and paying $7.50 for a movie that just angers and upsets me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961845419295029166-3556743214934423954?l=nochanceleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/feeds/3556743214934423954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961845419295029166&amp;postID=3556743214934423954' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default/3556743214934423954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default/3556743214934423954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/2009/03/seriously.html' title='Seriously...?'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16109824707830835670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R_ZSnIVXo4I/AAAAAAAAADY/mGWgB8gg8W0/S220/kelsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SdKUeWT4R5I/AAAAAAAAAR8/QrfZC9c0Pw4/s72-c/poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961845419295029166.post-6319812889083690558</id><published>2009-02-20T09:46:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T09:48:11.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuse me...</title><content type='html'>So right now I am sitting in the business building lobby area and a girl has her mp3 player cranked up to the max. I am sitting 8 feet or so from her and I can hear the music pretty well and can catch some of the lyrics. All in favor of me asking her to skip this song cause I don't like it, say I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961845419295029166-6319812889083690558?l=nochanceleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/feeds/6319812889083690558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961845419295029166&amp;postID=6319812889083690558' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default/6319812889083690558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default/6319812889083690558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/2009/02/excuse-me.html' title='Excuse me...'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16109824707830835670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R_ZSnIVXo4I/AAAAAAAAADY/mGWgB8gg8W0/S220/kelsi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961845419295029166.post-2164193448062570065</id><published>2009-02-18T09:49:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T10:35:19.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not quite the same...</title><content type='html'>As you all know (cause most of you are family and were there...) I propose on Friday the 13th of February. It was a long road leading up to the proposal and lots of stress as well. Leslie wanted to post her side of the story and me to post mine. I'm not as good of a story teller, so here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks back at work a kid asked me when I was going to pop the big question. I told him I was thinking of V-Day because Leslie likes holiday proposals. He was like "you know what would be funny, to do it the day BEFORE V-day." I thought it was funny as well and was sure Leslie would never expect it. Which was my key goal... to surprise her. So I started planning and discussing ideas with my family. We decided to go back to the roots of the t-shirts Tori made when I got home from my mission idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially I didn't realize that the 13th was going to be a Friday. Well around the 10th of February Leslie and I are hanging out watching some old episodes of the office and she mentions how superstitious she is. and I am thinking in my head "oh crap, I hope she doesn't hate me for doing it on the infamous "Friday the 13th". But she was okay with it in the end. So that was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few other funny things leading up to the proposal date, Brooklyn (my 7 year old niece) goes up to Leslie one day and says (right infront of me) I know Tyler's secret. And Leslie says to her "he has a secret?" and looks at me. I told Les I had no idea what she is talking about and that she is crazy. Luckily Leslie didn't push Brooklyn to tell her anything and just dropped it. On a similar note the week before at the Superbowl, before Jill and Todd came up, Jill had to threaten Bay that if she said anything to Leslie she would kill her. Needless to say that Bay listened and is still alive and kicking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So the proposal day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took work off so that way I could get everything ready. So after school I had to go buy some ring pops and flowers (my mom insisted I NEEDED to give her flowers). So since Leslie isn't a fan of roses, I got her some pink and red carnations. I had bought these Hannah Montana V-Day cards that kids give out in elementary school to others in hopes they would be suitable to write on and have envelopes to put them in. Well the world has gone cheap and they don't give you envelopes anymore with those things... Just stickers so you fold them over and sticker them shut. That kinda bummed me out but luckily Tori, the creative person she is, said we shoudl just type stuff up and glue them on. So they were still savageable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tori came up after she got off work and we put the 3 notes that Leslie was going to find on her scavenger hunt together around 5ish. I then took the first one to her aunt Sue at the Michael's parking lot and told her to give it to her when I sent a text. (Thanks Sue for your help!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the while during the day Leslie has been texting me asking me about work and what I wanted to do tonight. So I am just lying to her like crazy saying "works good..." "we are having a little party with chips and cookies..." "work makes me so tired..." what not. As for the 'What do you want to do tonight?' question, I was digging deep in my head as to what to say. I knew what we were GOING to do, but trying to figure out what to tell her so she would think it was any other Friday night. I knew that she wanted to see that "he's just not that into you" movie for about 4 weeks now. So I suggested maybe go see that... or see if there are any movies in the Redbox or whatever. I think she was getting frustrated i wasn't coming up with anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I get back with meeting up with Sue, Todd and Jill help me move everyone's cars to the church parking lot so Leslie wouldn't think anyone was at my house besides them. (Leslie knew they were going to be in town cause it was Jill's Grandma's birthday) So on the way out the door i realize there is like 40 shoes sitting in the front room. Those need to be hid. So while Todd and Jill help me move the cars and take the next note to Hamilton's, someone moved the shoes and coats. (Thank you mystery person.) On the way back, I realized I dropped the heart stickers that came in my Hannah Montana card box. So I needed to get home and get some tape to tape the 2nd note on the door at the Beaver Mountain Ski Shop office (by Fredricos for those that don't know where that is. NOT BEAVER MOUNTAIN ITSELF.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chad and Bracken were nice enough to sit and watch at the Ski shop knowing Leslie wouldn't recognize Chad's car to ensure she got the note. So i sent Leslie by texting Sue and the kids got their shirts on and headed down by the kitchen to get ready. With Leslie on her way, we practiced the kids saying "will you marry my uncle Tyler?" They were all goofing around and i was nervous how it would go. Tori told them if they were good they would get a treat. Which reminded me to get the Ring pops for them. So i grabbed those and said if they were good they would get to eat them. Well they weren't being very good, so we let them starting eating them to keep them quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Bracken told us Les got the first clue, they came over and we realized we didn't have someone sitting at Hamilton's to tell us when she got there. So I gave her some time, then called to see if she got it. She had just got it around 7:45ish and we were all freaking out getting ready to hide. I remember standing there staring at my parents holding the ring and saying "This feels like i am asking her to a dance, with just a little bit more weight behind it." My mom just laughed and said "yeah, a little more."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todd told us she came, and he came back and hid, and everyone else killed the lights and i remember thinking "Please let these children be quiet for just 15 seconds so she can get from the front door to the kitchen without hearing them." That was my biggest worry is that one of the kids would make some noise, but they did great. We stood there for a while wondering what was taking her so long to get from her car to the door, later to find out she was looking for a clue on the door. She knocked, my dad answered and said that I was in the kitchen. She goes walking in and the kids just yell "WILL YOU MARRY MY UNCLE TYLER!!!??" I came out from behind her and knelt down. Her mouth was just open wide and she had her hands over her mouth. She didn't see me immediately, so I tugged on the side of her coat to get her to see me. I remember her saying "SHUT UP!!? Are you kidding me?" I just looked at the ring and said "No, will you marry me?" I stand up and she says "Yeah DUH!" and gave me a big hug. Tam then says "Les, if you wanna run, now would be the time!" Then all the kids go running off towards the kitchen screaming RUN!!!!!. It was pretty cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She just sat there and was teary eyed, staring at her ring and then at me iin disbelief it was real. Then Jill says "You can kiss him you know.." So Tori said, yeah kiss i'll get a picture with all the kids looking grossed out. Its a funny picture. Then out of nowhere Bryton comes running up to Leslie, i'm thinking he is going to hug her. But not, he winds up with his right foot and tries to kick her in the shin. Good thing he is 2 and doesn't really get the purpose of the moment. But it was still cute nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much the rest of the night was spent with Leslie calling her family and visiting them. I heard a lot of them saying "FINALLY!" Kinda made me feel bad. But Leslie says it was perfect and that she had no idea what was going on. So i'm glad it worked out good because i was very nervous about so many little things. So yeah, That is my side of the story that I can think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thank you to my family for all the help in cleaning the house, taking pictures, letting me use your time and your children, and being there to support me in this. I love you all so much. You are the best family ever! Thanks for saying Yes Leslie. I love you!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[Todd kept asking me over and over, "What happens if she says no?" I'm glad she didn't and I didn't have to worry about it, cause all I could think of was to tell her to leave.. Glad i didn't have to do that!] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** For some pictures if you haven't seen them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tori's Blog Post - &lt;a href="http://donswife.blogspot.com/2009/02/sooo-like.html"&gt;http://donswife.blogspot.com/2009/02/sooo-like.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leslie's Blog - &lt;a href="http://leggybardot.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://leggybardot.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***Sorry this is so long. I know Tori hates long posts. But it's mostly for my personal benefit to remember the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961845419295029166-2164193448062570065?l=nochanceleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/feeds/2164193448062570065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961845419295029166&amp;postID=2164193448062570065' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default/2164193448062570065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default/2164193448062570065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/2009/02/not-quite-same.html' title='Not quite the same...'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16109824707830835670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R_ZSnIVXo4I/AAAAAAAAADY/mGWgB8gg8W0/S220/kelsi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961845419295029166.post-2323763033929284001</id><published>2009-02-05T14:02:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T14:08:23.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nearly 2 months later...</title><content type='html'>I am the worst blogger ever. Well... next to Nick. Anyways... School is going I guess. Most of my classes are reading oriented and require me to have to do few homework assignments. So that is pretty good. Anyways... I think its safe to say that i am probably just lazy. Here is a picture of the shelf i started building around the end of December-first of January time. I am in the process of painting it black... hence the song. Leslie's idea and favorite on guitar hero... Its almost done. I just suck at painting too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SYtVGhSSk6I/AAAAAAAAARc/U2gFoOBsAnM/s1600-h/090101_214007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SYtVGhSSk6I/AAAAAAAAARc/U2gFoOBsAnM/s400/090101_214007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299422957034181538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961845419295029166-2323763033929284001?l=nochanceleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/feeds/2323763033929284001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961845419295029166&amp;postID=2323763033929284001' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default/2323763033929284001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default/2323763033929284001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/2009/02/nearly-2-months-later.html' title='Nearly 2 months later...'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16109824707830835670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R_ZSnIVXo4I/AAAAAAAAADY/mGWgB8gg8W0/S220/kelsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SYtVGhSSk6I/AAAAAAAAARc/U2gFoOBsAnM/s72-c/090101_214007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961845419295029166.post-6002906753835379195</id><published>2008-12-16T00:13:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T00:17:36.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd take a bullet for you...</title><content type='html'>Now that finals are over, things are a bit more relaxed. I like it. I need to find something to do with my mornings though. I am working on some ideas of things to do to stay busy. So far, they are just ideas though.&lt;br /&gt;Leslie and I have a favorite thing about late night TV and that is Conan's conversations with people via satellite feed. Here is a good one about the recent actions of the Illinois Governor, Boygeorgeovich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widgets.nbc.com/o/4727a250e66f9723/494754f291ee622a/4741e3c5156499a7/4056bd8c/-cpid/d44b82444979ade" id="W4727a250e66f9723494754f291ee622a" width="384" height="283"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widgets.nbc.com/o/4727a250e66f9723/494754f291ee622a/4741e3c5156499a7/4056bd8c/-cpid/d44b82444979ade"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be sure to make this holiday season a good one by honoring Governor Schwarzenegger and watching his all time holiday classic.... JINGLE ALL THE WAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961845419295029166-6002906753835379195?l=nochanceleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/feeds/6002906753835379195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961845419295029166&amp;postID=6002906753835379195' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default/6002906753835379195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default/6002906753835379195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/2008/12/id-take-bullet-for-you.html' title='I&apos;d take a bullet for you...'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16109824707830835670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R_ZSnIVXo4I/AAAAAAAAADY/mGWgB8gg8W0/S220/kelsi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961845419295029166.post-4542197528388576038</id><published>2008-12-08T13:48:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:17:44.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In hopes of a good week...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/ST3VBAnQ64I/AAAAAAAAAN0/3ZE1eSm_az4/s1600-h/081208_190921.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/ST3VBAnQ64I/AAAAAAAAAN0/3ZE1eSm_az4/s400/081208_190921.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277608551669361538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Frosty is not having any of it Mr. Reindeer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i have been trying to look at anything i can in a positive light to keep myself in a good mood for Finals weeks. So after work on Thursday, I noticed that our lawn people are having some serious battles. It is pretty much WWF... WCW... Whatever its called these days in our yard. We have an inflatable snowman, an inflatable bear, and Santa and his reindeer (not inflatable). Well the wind seems to push them around a bit as they aren't really fastened down the best. Needless to say Thursday evening. Snowman was winning. He used his inflatable tree in his right hand to stab Santa and 1 of his reindeer over, then he managed to body slam the teddy bear and had him pinned down. It was pretty hilarious. Man i'm retarded...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[**I had hoped to post this blog BEFORE finals week, but i spent about 9 hours studying yesterday for my final today. Needless to say, after 9 hours yesterday and 3 hours today, nothing could have prepared me for what my professor gave us. Pretty much the worst final ever. Great way to start finals week.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961845419295029166-4542197528388576038?l=nochanceleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/feeds/4542197528388576038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961845419295029166&amp;postID=4542197528388576038' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default/4542197528388576038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default/4542197528388576038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/2008/12/in-hopes-of-good-week.html' title='In hopes of a good week...'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16109824707830835670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R_ZSnIVXo4I/AAAAAAAAADY/mGWgB8gg8W0/S220/kelsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/ST3VBAnQ64I/AAAAAAAAAN0/3ZE1eSm_az4/s72-c/081208_190921.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961845419295029166.post-5229705342989207315</id><published>2008-11-30T10:27:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T12:12:05.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A life long learned lesson....</title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving is over. And it's kinda sad to see it go. It's a bitter sweet for me. As much as i loved not working for a few days and not having school. I found myself being REALLY lazy and at times, pretty bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thanksgiving day, all the family came over and we ate and hung out. Chatted a bit laughed. Some of us got made fun of. (me) I had borrowed Nick's Rock band and all the kids wanted to play it. Well they  mostly wanted to sing and play the drums. Which wasn't cool because the drums are probably the hardest part of the game, even on easy mode. Long story short, I got stuck baby sitting with the kids upstairs that night with Rockband while everyone else played board games down stairs.**** Side note: I dunno if Landon just isn't coordinated enough yet with both hands or what, but he would constantly be using both sticks on the drums, even if there was just one button to be hit. So i got a massive headache from the constant... THUD THUD THUD THUD THUD THUD THUD THUD THUD THUD for an hour and a half. All in all it was fun to play with them and we had some funny moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday i got to experience for the first time... BLACK FRIDAY. Apparently on Mark's way over some pedestrians got pulled over(?) for jay walking. (Can you get pulled over as a pedestrian?) So Mark got me at 5 in the morning and we went to Al's  to do some sporting goods shopping. First off, i am not a shopper... at all. Second of off, i am not a morning person. I learned that both of them together gets me no where really. The selection they had on some things were pretty intense. Lots of extra smalls, extra larges, extra extra larges. And hardly anything in between. Funny story though. Over the PA they announce they have 75% off Smith glass up at the front. Mark goes and grabs a box and brings it back to where i am. I say lemme see what you got. He goes can't, it's taped shut. I say just open it. He opens it. Its an empty box. He grabbed the display box. Phew... almost paid 35 bucks for an empty box. So he goes to get another. Finds one and opens it. This one is the model he wants, but it has diamond studs that say Smith on the left ear piece. Then the other side has the HOLES for the studs, but no diamonds. Mark says " i am so done with these." and puts them back. All in all, it was a neat learning experience from marks sunglasses, to my being lost and confused and acting lost at times, to the lady passing out waiting in line as we were leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night Mark Jason and I hung out and played video games. Went to go meet up with Nate and people to play night games, but it was canceled and we missed the memo until we got there. Jill and Todd kept saying i had a GLA night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I felt like crap due to the lack of sleep i got (4 hours) on Thursday to Friday night... and i can't sleep in past 10am... ever. So i just sat around and was lazy with nothing to do. Around 2 I had to drive down to Bountiful to pick up clothes for the group project i am doing for school. And finished out the night by sitting around doing nothing. Very very lazy week. Also Happy Birthday to Troy and Tori yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i get to study for my finals in a week. Not excited... Hope everyone had a good Thanksgiving week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961845419295029166-5229705342989207315?l=nochanceleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/feeds/5229705342989207315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961845419295029166&amp;postID=5229705342989207315' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default/5229705342989207315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default/5229705342989207315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/2008/11/life-long-learned-lesson.html' title='A life long learned lesson....'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16109824707830835670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R_ZSnIVXo4I/AAAAAAAAADY/mGWgB8gg8W0/S220/kelsi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961845419295029166.post-5306968858638057287</id><published>2008-11-10T14:20:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T14:22:48.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>November is...?</title><content type='html'>I have started to notice that as winter is drawing close, i see more and more men that have some nasty facial hair growth going on. Some appear as if something crawled on their face and just died there. So i have dedicated this month, the month of November, as National Pedophile Facial Hair Month. I unfortunately will not be participating as I cannot grow facial hair worth beans because of this baby butt smooth skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** This random short blog is brought to you in part by bored me on campus...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961845419295029166-5306968858638057287?l=nochanceleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/feeds/5306968858638057287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961845419295029166&amp;postID=5306968858638057287' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default/5306968858638057287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default/5306968858638057287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/2008/11/november-is.html' title='November is...?'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16109824707830835670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R_ZSnIVXo4I/AAAAAAAAADY/mGWgB8gg8W0/S220/kelsi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961845419295029166.post-3622664026281968187</id><published>2008-11-10T11:43:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T11:47:31.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well... Well...</title><content type='html'>So since i never seem to blog anymore... I thought i would pull a nick... and blog something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like music. So here are some bands to look into that i think are pretty good. I bought a few albums on itunes and decided i would select a few songs to upload them on to my playlist for your listening pleasure. Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961845419295029166-3622664026281968187?l=nochanceleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/feeds/3622664026281968187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961845419295029166&amp;postID=3622664026281968187' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default/3622664026281968187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default/3622664026281968187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/2008/11/well-well.html' title='Well... Well...'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16109824707830835670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R_ZSnIVXo4I/AAAAAAAAADY/mGWgB8gg8W0/S220/kelsi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961845419295029166.post-634500570453570591</id><published>2008-09-24T22:45:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T23:37:29.991-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Night Football</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SNsYFl3gqgI/AAAAAAAAANs/9WQalpgXsgI/s1600-h/Collages.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249816274973796866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SNsYFl3gqgI/AAAAAAAAANs/9WQalpgXsgI/s400/Collages.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sunday night Leslie and I gathered at the Williams home to babysit while awaiting the arrival of Tif as she was returning from Vegas. We had great fun playing many of games with the Williams kids. It was fun playing Life, Clue, Hide and Seek, and Football. During hide and seek, we learned that Bryton sure knows his numbers. It always made for a laugh when it was his turn to count, "One... Two... Four.... Nine... Four.. Ready Or Not Here I Come!" Leslie got some great photos and some awesome videos. Thanks Williams kids for the fun night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-14147cbb1f802621" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D14147cbb1f802621%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330266212%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6704E673C6BC442F39A86B41D52040212956858.78E573DE7A63055245402C1640878151DEDDF98D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D14147cbb1f802621%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dl6kcvbMDIS-9RwB9TmyxZL_XBNA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D14147cbb1f802621%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330266212%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6704E673C6BC442F39A86B41D52040212956858.78E573DE7A63055245402C1640878151DEDDF98D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D14147cbb1f802621%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dl6kcvbMDIS-9RwB9TmyxZL_XBNA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-120ae84f9fd67eef" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D120ae84f9fd67eef%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330266212%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D78D85E2883B3556F2E22659651C1E96812E2633D.4B679F8C203B44B94E67CCFC386EDF7653358A7E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D120ae84f9fd67eef%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0n4d9nR2eQ9xAvZD-gAzzxEQ__Y&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D120ae84f9fd67eef%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330266212%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D78D85E2883B3556F2E22659651C1E96812E2633D.4B679F8C203B44B94E67CCFC386EDF7653358A7E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D120ae84f9fd67eef%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0n4d9nR2eQ9xAvZD-gAzzxEQ__Y&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961845419295029166-634500570453570591?l=nochanceleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=120ae84f9fd67eef&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=14147cbb1f802621&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/feeds/634500570453570591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961845419295029166&amp;postID=634500570453570591' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default/634500570453570591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default/634500570453570591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/2008/09/sunday-night-football.html' title='Sunday Night Football'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16109824707830835670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R_ZSnIVXo4I/AAAAAAAAADY/mGWgB8gg8W0/S220/kelsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SNsYFl3gqgI/AAAAAAAAANs/9WQalpgXsgI/s72-c/Collages.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961845419295029166.post-8044216502682629290</id><published>2008-09-01T12:11:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T12:13:46.289-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello dear friend... Hello</title><content type='html'>So i had a little conversation with myself yesterday... it went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh man guitar! Where have you been for so long!?&lt;br /&gt;Me pretending for the guitar: In the corner where you put me...&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh.. right... i did do that...&lt;br /&gt;Me pretending for the guitar: Yeah... ya sure did...&lt;br /&gt;Me: WE MEET AGAIN! No one puts guitar in the corner! Unless its bed time so you are on your stand and babies won't mess with you.. too much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i am going through an acoustic phase because of this...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961845419295029166-8044216502682629290?l=nochanceleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/feeds/8044216502682629290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961845419295029166&amp;postID=8044216502682629290' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default/8044216502682629290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default/8044216502682629290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/2008/09/hello-dear-friend-hello.html' title='Hello dear friend... Hello'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16109824707830835670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R_ZSnIVXo4I/AAAAAAAAADY/mGWgB8gg8W0/S220/kelsi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961845419295029166.post-3214781577518334952</id><published>2008-08-19T12:32:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T12:42:27.145-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Take one down...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is pretty funny... Haiden (with the coke) and Bryton were just hanging out in the backyard under the shade of the tree. Pictures are bad because i still don't know where my camera is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SKsR0v3KcLI/AAAAAAAAAM8/wo9e1x-ge1E/s1600-h/080819_114316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SKsR0v3KcLI/AAAAAAAAAM8/wo9e1x-ge1E/s320/080819_114316.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236298589647040690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My coke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SKsR0yjYU6I/AAAAAAAAANE/7lR8D1H5Lwk/s1600-h/080819_114331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SKsR0yjYU6I/AAAAAAAAANE/7lR8D1H5Lwk/s320/080819_114331.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236298590369371042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961845419295029166-3214781577518334952?l=nochanceleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/feeds/3214781577518334952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961845419295029166&amp;postID=3214781577518334952' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default/3214781577518334952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default/3214781577518334952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/2008/08/take-one-down.html' title='Take one down...'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16109824707830835670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R_ZSnIVXo4I/AAAAAAAAADY/mGWgB8gg8W0/S220/kelsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SKsR0v3KcLI/AAAAAAAAAM8/wo9e1x-ge1E/s72-c/080819_114316.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961845419295029166.post-8975549964561127622</id><published>2008-08-16T14:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T14:37:33.891-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am home!</title><content type='html'>So i did summer school. All 15 credits of them. It was pretty rough and consumed 3 months of my summer. Which left me with 3 weeks of "playing". Leslie invited me to go up with her to Washington and play with her and her family. I accepted and on the 7th of August we drove through the night and got there around 8 am (pacific time) on the 8th. It was a great blast. Lots of fun playing with the Brown family. They are pretty funny and we did a lot of things. Even took a little vacation in my vacation to the Oregon coast for about 2 days. I won't go into too much detail so i don't spoil any of leslie's pictures that she will probably post. After she does i will say some of my favorite memories. Thanks to Peggy and Bob Brown for their hospitality and kindness in letting me stay. Thanks to Tony for letting me destroy him in Mariokart. Well he beat me in grand prix, but i got him in battle. Thanks for everything Brown family. It was a great trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961845419295029166-8975549964561127622?l=nochanceleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/feeds/8975549964561127622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961845419295029166&amp;postID=8975549964561127622' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default/8975549964561127622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default/8975549964561127622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-am-home.html' title='I am home!'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16109824707830835670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R_ZSnIVXo4I/AAAAAAAAADY/mGWgB8gg8W0/S220/kelsi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961845419295029166.post-8459931499591802753</id><published>2008-08-06T13:00:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T19:57:33.604-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More boating!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Random big inflatable ball we found. I deflated it and we trashed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SJn1T-raXgI/AAAAAAAAALU/cLimsNdHGzA/s1600-h/IMG_2720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SJn1T-raXgI/AAAAAAAAALU/cLimsNdHGzA/s320/IMG_2720.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231482165758942722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the gang (minus Leslie who is taking the picture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SJn_xr39fSI/AAAAAAAAAMk/g7QwrX_yGSM/s1600-h/IMG_2782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SJn_xr39fSI/AAAAAAAAAMk/g7QwrX_yGSM/s320/IMG_2782.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231493671223655714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is how you learn to get up on a wake surf. (or so we thought)&lt;br /&gt;First get dragged on board.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SJn_xdc5AdI/AAAAAAAAAMc/zZmWj-5J8Eg/s1600-h/IMG_2767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SJn_xdc5AdI/AAAAAAAAAMc/zZmWj-5J8Eg/s320/IMG_2767.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231493667352019410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd get on your knees&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SJn-1Wdm6GI/AAAAAAAAAL0/2-YSzzMm134/s1600-h/IMG_2747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SJn-1Wdm6GI/AAAAAAAAAL0/2-YSzzMm134/s320/IMG_2747.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231492634683828322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd get one foot infront&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SJn-1h3NflI/AAAAAAAAAL8/vImVnlRdGl8/s1600-h/IMG_2750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SJn-1h3NflI/AAAAAAAAAL8/vImVnlRdGl8/s320/IMG_2750.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231492637744004690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th stand up&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SJn_wCMFiJI/AAAAAAAAAME/zOF-ub7a4RE/s1600-h/IMG_2751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SJn_wCMFiJI/AAAAAAAAAME/zOF-ub7a4RE/s320/IMG_2751.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231493642853910674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th Celebrate (in nick's face for thinking it was a fluke i did it)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SJn_wl57zHI/AAAAAAAAAMM/W4bi4qVkatg/s1600-h/IMG_2756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SJn_wl57zHI/AAAAAAAAAMM/W4bi4qVkatg/s320/IMG_2756.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231493652441451634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally attempt to ride the big wave in the "sweet spot"&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SJoAEFaadrI/AAAAAAAAAMs/KlIhDbnD8MM/s1600-h/IMG_2783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SJoAEFaadrI/AAAAAAAAAMs/KlIhDbnD8MM/s320/IMG_2783.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231493987316692658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Side note don't do this!!!!****&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SJn_w4p9yFI/AAAAAAAAAMU/JHdSW6Yp8-E/s1600-h/IMG_2761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SJn_w4p9yFI/AAAAAAAAAMU/JHdSW6Yp8-E/s320/IMG_2761.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231493657474746450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or this!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6a3a320fbdaecec8" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6a3a320fbdaecec8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330266212%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D53BF4E05C99C8C960B916BE58657F1126E8E627E.8599E36EE6B41BACA04D9F57FD5D9A01877F14DE%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6a3a320fbdaecec8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DXK64Yk9UfNkjkz0e2LN2Xqebkl0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6a3a320fbdaecec8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330266212%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D53BF4E05C99C8C960B916BE58657F1126E8E627E.8599E36EE6B41BACA04D9F57FD5D9A01877F14DE%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6a3a320fbdaecec8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DXK64Yk9UfNkjkz0e2LN2Xqebkl0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, Jason does this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SJn-1M2Q2gI/AAAAAAAAALs/HZRlYQtHawI/s1600-h/IMG_2729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SJn-1M2Q2gI/AAAAAAAAALs/HZRlYQtHawI/s320/IMG_2729.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231492632102885890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then this...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SJn-1Jki5VI/AAAAAAAAALk/t4iatIXzEHQ/s1600-h/IMG_2727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SJn-1Jki5VI/AAAAAAAAALk/t4iatIXzEHQ/s320/IMG_2727.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231492631223264594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961845419295029166-8459931499591802753?l=nochanceleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=6a3a320fbdaecec8&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/feeds/8459931499591802753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961845419295029166&amp;postID=8459931499591802753' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default/8459931499591802753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default/8459931499591802753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/2008/08/more-boating.html' title='More boating!!!'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16109824707830835670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R_ZSnIVXo4I/AAAAAAAAADY/mGWgB8gg8W0/S220/kelsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SJn1T-raXgI/AAAAAAAAALU/cLimsNdHGzA/s72-c/IMG_2720.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961845419295029166.post-6602796106359928565</id><published>2008-07-31T11:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T11:43:25.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a dream...</title><content type='html'>I am working on this blogging thing... I promise. Mostly what has been going on in my life lately is School and Work. I just started working on my lair (AKA the basement) lately. Mark and Jason have been helping me sort through garbage and things that may be sold or D.I.'ed. I will keep you posted. Wish i had a camera to take pictures *cough* TORI LOST IT *cough*. Right now we have gone through most of it and sorted into various piles and have also found some interesting and funny things. When the scanner is up and running again i will post pictures. We are also in the process of getting new carpet here in the griswold home. So lots of intense things going on. Tomorrow is my last day of International Economics and summer school altogether. That is exciting. One more year of school and hopefully i will be graduated, if the school manages to stop threatening to put my transcript on hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recap of what else has been going on. This past weekend i went boating 5 times in the last 4 out of 5 days (Thursday, Twice Saturday (with jason and took our boat out as well), Sunday, and Monday) Needless to say i have the "hard life" as my family says. I am pretty beat from it. Still trying to let my body recover. Some highlights of the weekend are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Leslie got up on the wakeboard and managed to go straight. Jumped a couple of times. She also pulled of the on water 180 on the knee board.&lt;br /&gt;- Jason jumped the wake on the wakeboard.&lt;br /&gt;- Tanner broke the wakeboard jason rented from Al's. They tried to make them pay for it. But Tanner used his communication skills and told them to pay for it. They agreed to pay for it.&lt;br /&gt;- Mark wakeboarded for the first time and jumped a few times. Made Tanner so super jealous.&lt;br /&gt;- Alli rode the Ski Bandit II. Which had 2 holes in it, so that didn't last long.&lt;br /&gt;- I almost jumped the wake, but came up short. Also learned I hate going goofy foot. It's not comfortable for me! Gotta work on that.&lt;br /&gt;*** Pretty sure we all had some good falls and lots of bruises, mild concussions and other fun pains that came from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time we go, we will be backing my video camera and probably Jason's to record videos. Not sure how to upload those, but Jason does. So maybe you can SEE them one day. And i will post pictures from the 4th this weekend. Sorry Kelsi and Leslie. I am slow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961845419295029166-6602796106359928565?l=nochanceleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/feeds/6602796106359928565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961845419295029166&amp;postID=6602796106359928565' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default/6602796106359928565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default/6602796106359928565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-have-dream.html' title='I have a dream...'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16109824707830835670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R_ZSnIVXo4I/AAAAAAAAADY/mGWgB8gg8W0/S220/kelsi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961845419295029166.post-5398195253940991379</id><published>2008-07-22T10:26:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T11:20:02.134-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You decide...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;************ The poll is now closed and with a 8 votes for yes and 0 for no... I guess Jason's sister Tori and Leslie are correct. I must look like this guy. Little do any of you know, I actually perform his stunts/dancing during the movie Step Up 2. I just never told anyone what I REALLY do on the weekends....*******************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... so i have been hearing a lot lately that i look like this goob from "Step up 2"... So you decide and vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SIYKxOSpCuI/AAAAAAAAALE/zlMr5h3qiOQ/s1600-h/thatswhatshesaid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225876258376190690" style="" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SIYKxOSpCuI/AAAAAAAAALE/zlMr5h3qiOQ/s320/thatswhatshesaid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                 &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SIYKxVvhuuI/AAAAAAAAALM/wK0QtBhNkJg/s1600-h/thatswhatshesaid2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225876260376394466" style="" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SIYKxVvhuuI/AAAAAAAAALM/wK0QtBhNkJg/s320/thatswhatshesaid2.jpg" border="0" height="266" width="179" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&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/3961845419295029166-5398195253940991379?l=nochanceleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/feeds/5398195253940991379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961845419295029166&amp;postID=5398195253940991379' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default/5398195253940991379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default/5398195253940991379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-decide.html' title='You decide...'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16109824707830835670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R_ZSnIVXo4I/AAAAAAAAADY/mGWgB8gg8W0/S220/kelsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SIYKxOSpCuI/AAAAAAAAALE/zlMr5h3qiOQ/s72-c/thatswhatshesaid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961845419295029166.post-966739701300481914</id><published>2008-07-20T20:48:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T21:14:14.140-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Out Vanilla Ice....</title><content type='html'>Next up and coming rapper...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-88476af9f1589e0e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D88476af9f1589e0e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330266212%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D37198908D4EC5E43816C58CB8157789B184C1316.327CE71D0EF772258A0F323D7E14D6467BDE95CB%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D88476af9f1589e0e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DAgV-D5pX9GquZup-MKtJQvP0f-Q&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D88476af9f1589e0e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330266212%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D37198908D4EC5E43816C58CB8157789B184C1316.327CE71D0EF772258A0F323D7E14D6467BDE95CB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D88476af9f1589e0e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DAgV-D5pX9GquZup-MKtJQvP0f-Q&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he showed a brother some love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SIP-63qGKOI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Rd3rmbwLwpc/s1600-h/IMG_2926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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Lots of crazy things have gone on in that time. I learned i hate marketing or just didn't find it of value. My car got "broken" into...  not like forced entry... i was stupid and left it unlocked and someone took my ipod and my sunglasses. I miss both and get slightly saddened during the day when its sunny and i dont' have glasses to put on... or when i ride my bike to school and i have to listen to 'nature'. Its okay, i will get over it and hopefully they can at least recover my ipod. Otherwise my dad says i get one for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;other things that happened... as you see leslie was kind enough to keep ya up to date on somethings... we went to lagoon and had a smashing good time. wicked hurt me too cause i had a granola bar in my pocket from lunch and it was stabbing into my thigh. the 3rd of july was fun. we watched the fireworks inside the stadium and played leslie's little game of where the fireworks predict the future. got some interesting answers. for one, mark is gay. fireworks said so.&lt;br /&gt;the 4th was another awesome day. Thanks to jason, we went boating and he had to pull his nice boat behind his uncle's truck which was from the 80's. He did great and the boating was great. We tried wake surfing, which is interesting but we couldn't quite master it... because none of us know how to surf normal. Think that helps. But we will have to try it again sometime. Leslie has pictures and videos of it on her camera. maybe she will post those sometime soon.&lt;br /&gt;lately i have just been waking up between 1-4 am every morning cause my alarm goes off (thinking someone is going after my car again) and taking it a little bit easier as i only have to work 4 hours and have 1 class right now. So life is a bit easier for me and its kinda nice. Here is some pictures and videos for you to enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me and Hadley in the back yard. Love the pigtails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SHY-e8XdH9I/AAAAAAAAAKs/Pw00RiyXpB0/s1600-h/Tami01+140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SHY-e8XdH9I/AAAAAAAAAKs/Pw00RiyXpB0/s400/Tami01+140.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221429519304171474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Haiden. How can you stay mad at him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SHY-Ohi9itI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ZBgd1A6_Yfs/s1600-h/080416_144606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SHY-Ohi9itI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ZBgd1A6_Yfs/s400/080416_144606.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221429237226769106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He had a couple of rough days...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SHY-eR2KjNI/AAAAAAAAAKk/jD-b0DMzU4A/s1600-h/080526_163225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SHY-eR2KjNI/AAAAAAAAAKk/jD-b0DMzU4A/s400/080526_163225.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221429507890253010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SHY-OY1EH-I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/g2s51otTaqQ/s1600-h/080414_111017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SHY-OY1EH-I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/g2s51otTaqQ/s400/080414_111017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221429234886778850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bryton and I hanging out at soccer games&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SHY-PKKapCI/AAAAAAAAAKU/yXtrzR_9nho/s1600-h/080503_114758.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SHY-PKKapCI/AAAAAAAAAKU/yXtrzR_9nho/s400/080503_114758.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221429248129672226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bryton wouldn't sleep in the play pen or on the couch... but he would sleep here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SHY-PeS44VI/AAAAAAAAAKc/rhviLZBnFZw/s1600-h/080429_123317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SHY-PeS44VI/AAAAAAAAAKc/rhviLZBnFZw/s400/080429_123317.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221429253533917522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wish the pictures with Davis weren't blurry. This is Les being a sport and playing "Skack" with Davis  Jacob. (Think he was showing us "instant replay through the fire place on this one.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SHY-Owz36tI/AAAAAAAAAKM/GIOFaKXjdYk/s1600-h/080426_132507.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SHY-Owz36tI/AAAAAAAAAKM/GIOFaKXjdYk/s400/080426_132507.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221429241324235474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961845419295029166-7699140529788395606?l=nochanceleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/feeds/7699140529788395606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961845419295029166&amp;postID=7699140529788395606' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default/7699140529788395606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default/7699140529788395606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/2008/07/he-does-exist.html' title='He does exist!'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16109824707830835670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R_ZSnIVXo4I/AAAAAAAAADY/mGWgB8gg8W0/S220/kelsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SHY-e8XdH9I/AAAAAAAAAKs/Pw00RiyXpB0/s72-c/Tami01+140.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961845419295029166.post-6838855890858602032</id><published>2008-07-03T10:38:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T11:28:51.714-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I said I would....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;More Lagoon Pics! Don't get too excited. Its just Leslie again... Here's some more Lagoon fun for you all.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218829232910557826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SG0BiWsO4oI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8FJFP1DiULU/s400/IMG_2652.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Someone got nailed by the fountain, or did he get pushed?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SG0Bg-KvxoI/AAAAAAAAAJU/pUqmwXr1sW8/s1600-h/IMG_2657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218829209147786882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SG0Bg-KvxoI/AAAAAAAAAJU/pUqmwXr1sW8/s400/IMG_2657.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218829219013773714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SG0Bhi6-yZI/AAAAAAAAAJk/JA-8q6HGNq4/s400/IMG_2671.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before &amp;amp; After Cliffhanger&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SG0BhNuNSAI/AAAAAAAAAJc/JXRE70EToWo/s1600-h/IMG_2678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218829213323053058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SG0BhNuNSAI/AAAAAAAAAJc/JXRE70EToWo/s400/IMG_2678.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SG0Bh3qlssI/AAAAAAAAAJs/LEWZrfwRKXc/s1600-h/IMG_2686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218829224582165186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SG0Bh3qlssI/AAAAAAAAAJs/LEWZrfwRKXc/s400/IMG_2686.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Independence Day to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961845419295029166-6838855890858602032?l=nochanceleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/feeds/6838855890858602032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961845419295029166&amp;postID=6838855890858602032' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default/6838855890858602032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default/6838855890858602032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/2008/07/because-i-said-i-would.html' title='Because I said I would....'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16109824707830835670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R_ZSnIVXo4I/AAAAAAAAADY/mGWgB8gg8W0/S220/kelsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SG0BiWsO4oI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8FJFP1DiULU/s72-c/IMG_2652.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961845419295029166.post-6503883875097813566</id><published>2008-06-17T17:36:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T18:18:17.688-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Since Tyler doesn't BLOG anymore...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SFhNUEEJeaI/AAAAAAAAAHE/xqJp_dY2mDE/s1600-h/IMG_2406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213001575765211554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SFhNUEEJeaI/AAAAAAAAAHE/xqJp_dY2mDE/s400/IMG_2406.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I thought I would post something for Tyler (p.s. this is Leslie).. He's been super busy with school and working at 7 am and it has truly taken a toll on his blogging life. Anyways, I have some super cute pictures of Tyler being a soccer Mom for his nieces and nephews. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SFhNUSXEPaI/AAAAAAAAAHM/r5RQbu4Wrog/s1600-h/IMG_2387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213001579602656674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SFhNUSXEPaI/AAAAAAAAAHM/r5RQbu4Wrog/s400/IMG_2387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SFhNU9FiV0I/AAAAAAAAAHU/AkHlivLtjzU/s1600-h/IMG_2402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213001591071856450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SFhNU9FiV0I/AAAAAAAAAHU/AkHlivLtjzU/s400/IMG_2402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SFhNVToqPsI/AAAAAAAAAHc/saX_xrA97WI/s1600-h/IMG_2405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213001597124755138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SFhNVToqPsI/AAAAAAAAAHc/saX_xrA97WI/s400/IMG_2405.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bryton&lt;/span&gt; wanted some sunscreen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SFhNV3d-OMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Yq5ywBvxhAY/s1600-h/IMG_2388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213001606743603394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SFhNV3d-OMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Yq5ywBvxhAY/s400/IMG_2388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SFhOJnlOtOI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j0UzBOooh2w/s1600-h/IMG_2389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213002495832274146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SFhOJnlOtOI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j0UzBOooh2w/s400/IMG_2389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SFhOKHzl0lI/AAAAAAAAAH0/_1MbDiy6yO4/s1600-h/IMG_2392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213002504482443858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SFhOKHzl0lI/AAAAAAAAAH0/_1MbDiy6yO4/s400/IMG_2392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SFhOKogTawI/AAAAAAAAAH8/WZSnPax7sNo/s1600-h/IMG_2399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213002513259916034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SFhOKogTawI/AAAAAAAAAH8/WZSnPax7sNo/s400/IMG_2399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Knuckles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SFhOLCKrRjI/AAAAAAAAAIE/CPMGC2Qelko/s1600-h/Bryton!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213002520148526642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SFhOLCKrRjI/AAAAAAAAAIE/CPMGC2Qelko/s400/Bryton!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ta-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SFhOLRRmN9I/AAAAAAAAAIM/0AC7-qipRh4/s1600-h/IMG_2407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213002524204087250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SFhOLRRmN9I/AAAAAAAAAIM/0AC7-qipRh4/s400/IMG_2407.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213003832627063122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SFhPXbh8aVI/AAAAAAAAAIs/-0BFzLFd8xA/s400/kolee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SFhQUAIQr-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/t3PhcGxGZmM/s1600-h/IMG_2366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213004873243602914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SFhQUAIQr-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/t3PhcGxGZmM/s400/IMG_2366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kole's&lt;/span&gt; new girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SFhPV3ZP6iI/AAAAAAAAAIU/WjymTDP9Scw/s1600-h/IMG_2347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213003805747046946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SFhPV3ZP6iI/AAAAAAAAAIU/WjymTDP9Scw/s400/IMG_2347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SFhPWSENijI/AAAAAAAAAIc/5x-k-0T2oFQ/s1600-h/IMG_2373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213003812906568242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SFhPWSENijI/AAAAAAAAAIc/5x-k-0T2oFQ/s400/IMG_2373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SFhPW4SvOsI/AAAAAAAAAIk/cQ4u0qoF6k8/s1600-h/IMG_2358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213003823168043714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SFhPW4SvOsI/AAAAAAAAAIk/cQ4u0qoF6k8/s400/IMG_2358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SFhQS8-lTBI/AAAAAAAAAI8/sHdh-iIDXBY/s1600-h/IMG_2379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213004855217835026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SFhQS8-lTBI/AAAAAAAAAI8/sHdh-iIDXBY/s400/IMG_2379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bella's cute smirk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SFhPXyBe5-I/AAAAAAAAAI0/TtjJLEYizEQ/s1600-h/IMG_2378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213003838664927202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SFhPXyBe5-I/AAAAAAAAAI0/TtjJLEYizEQ/s400/IMG_2378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and last but not least...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213004864126775810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SFhQTeKo8gI/AAAAAAAAAJE/nU7F934Gp_o/s400/IMG_2382.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Haiden&lt;/span&gt; so did not want to share the swing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there's a blog for ya Ty... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961845419295029166-6503883875097813566?l=nochanceleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/feeds/6503883875097813566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961845419295029166&amp;postID=6503883875097813566' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default/6503883875097813566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default/6503883875097813566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/2008/06/since-tyler-doesnt-blog-anymore.html' title='Since Tyler doesn&apos;t BLOG anymore...'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16109824707830835670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R_ZSnIVXo4I/AAAAAAAAADY/mGWgB8gg8W0/S220/kelsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SFhNUEEJeaI/AAAAAAAAAHE/xqJp_dY2mDE/s72-c/IMG_2406.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961845419295029166.post-7763199336439360287</id><published>2008-05-23T13:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T13:11:38.257-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And you said reading was good...</title><content type='html'>This is the book that killed my month of may... and will do so until the end of the first week of June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SDcWv6qeLBI/AAAAAAAAAG8/EHk-3RH2XhA/s1600-h/book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SDcWv6qeLBI/AAAAAAAAAG8/EHk-3RH2XhA/s400/book.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203652906906954770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever said reading is good for me lied...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961845419295029166-7763199336439360287?l=nochanceleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/feeds/7763199336439360287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961845419295029166&amp;postID=7763199336439360287' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default/7763199336439360287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default/7763199336439360287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/2008/05/and-you-said-reading-was-good.html' title='And you said reading was good...'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16109824707830835670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R_ZSnIVXo4I/AAAAAAAAADY/mGWgB8gg8W0/S220/kelsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SDcWv6qeLBI/AAAAAAAAAG8/EHk-3RH2XhA/s72-c/book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961845419295029166.post-2000565113233399472</id><published>2008-04-21T23:04:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T00:01:31.835-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And the "Uncle of the Year" is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SA16G9cFAoI/AAAAAAAAAFc/3cxL6Os-V7o/s1600-h/IMG_2318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SA16G9cFAoI/AAAAAAAAAFc/3cxL6Os-V7o/s400/IMG_2318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191940205418185346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is right. This guy! *points at self* So this past weekend I spent 7 hours of my Saturday attending youth sporting events. It was a blast. The day first kicked off watching Brooklyn's soccer game at 10 A.M. Brooklyn did really good and I think she is the tallest one on her team. Leslie was sort of a big deal in entertaining Brinlee and Brinlee's friend Ryan with her numerous pairs of sun glasses and great soccer tossing skills. Because of this activity, i missed Brooklyn's goal. Womp womp. But its okay, it was an exciting game to watch cluster ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Brooklyn's best soccer poses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SA17_NcFAtI/AAAAAAAAAGE/JTcy7j1HU9A/s1600-h/IMG_2328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SA17_NcFAtI/AAAAAAAAAGE/JTcy7j1HU9A/s400/IMG_2328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191942271297454802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SA17-tcFAsI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ng7_kD7Ywns/s1600-h/IMG_2326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SA17-tcFAsI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ng7_kD7Ywns/s400/IMG_2326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191942262707520194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then on to Rolly Koley Olley's game. He is hilarious. I love this kid. We get there and he is just sitting quietly in the indian position on the sideline. Babies are crawling everywhere on Tami and Brian. Kole realizes we are there and gets excited to see his "best friend" (what i call his crush) Leslie and says hi to her. Maybe one day he will realize i exist to when she is around. Oh well, maybe one day. Haiden was not a happy camper and just wanted to be held. Whereas Hadley just wanted to eat the vanilla frosty from Wendy's that Leslie got, but couldn't eat. And eat it she did. She probably ate about a third of the frosty. Then they started "eating" (really just sucking on) sun flower seeds then dropping them in Tam's lap. Kole played the second quarter, i think... it was hard to tell when quarters were, and then was going to be  in the 4th quarter but asked the coach to let him sit out because he was exhausted. So he didn't play anymore during the game.  ***** For the record, we later found out that Kole asked Tami if Leslie would come to anymore of his soccer games. She said, "She probably won't because you didn't want to play and sat out when the coach was going to play. So unless he plays, she won't come. Glad my girlfriend (and his) could be used to persuade him to play sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kole's best soccer pose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SA16GNcFAnI/AAAAAAAAAFU/rrdX7W51f3s/s1600-h/IMG_2343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SA16GNcFAnI/AAAAAAAAAFU/rrdX7W51f3s/s400/IMG_2343.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191940192533283442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something interesting i forgot about these two games was that below the age of seven they don't let you have a goal keeper. So there was a lot of goals scored. Some scored for the wrong team, but were encouraged because they were good kicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pile back into the car and drive to the field where Brooklyn played and watch Brinlee's soccer game. This one was a bit more intense because of various reasons. Reason number one is because apparently she scored six goals (not 6 because its less than 9, thus bad grammar) in her last game. She scored three quick goals this game as a forward and got moved to a defender for the rest of her playing time. The other reasons it was intense was the weather. The sun decided to slap me in the face, kick me in the shins and kiss me in the forearms. Didn't feel like it was sticking it to me so much because there was a constant wind. We almost had to tie Brooklyn to a pole to keep her from blowing away. Despite that factor, i couldn't help but laugh as Bryton was trying to take his 12 o'clock nap in Tif's lap. He was SO tired and these girls, who were apparently Tif's neighbors, wouldn't stop talking and poking him because he was so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Brinlee running&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SA17_dcFAuI/AAAAAAAAAGM/vR-gQeKzmQ0/s1600-h/IMG_2320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SA17_dcFAuI/AAAAAAAAAGM/vR-gQeKzmQ0/s400/IMG_2320.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191942275592422114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bryton trying to sleep. (he is the green blob in Tif's lap)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SA17_9cFAvI/AAAAAAAAAGU/vZVLz6gRp4E/s1600-h/IMG_2319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SA17_9cFAvI/AAAAAAAAAGU/vZVLz6gRp4E/s400/IMG_2319.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191942284182356722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Leslie and I enjoying a strong breeze (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;note&lt;/span&gt; we match)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SA18AtcFAwI/AAAAAAAAAGc/4JAMMrq7ikA/s1600-h/IMG_2325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SA18AtcFAwI/AAAAAAAAAGc/4JAMMrq7ikA/s400/IMG_2325.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191942297067258626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this game was over, we went and saw Bracken's baseball game. This one was fun to watch, but not too exciting because they crushed the other team. Leslie began to feel bad and was rooting for the other team. She was even trying to help them find the ball after poor pitches. She did get some good pictures though. I think the final score was like 12-0, so they enforced the mercy rule. Bracken felt pretty good about himself because he had a double and two singles and a "butt load" (which is roughly 23 gallons worth) of stolen bases. So he was feeling pretty good about himself. There i got the crapped kicked out of me a bit more from the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bracken at bat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SA1-L9cFAxI/AAAAAAAAAGk/siBGaUVva68/s1600-h/IMG_2335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SA1-L9cFAxI/AAAAAAAAAGk/siBGaUVva68/s400/IMG_2335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191944689364042514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bracken Stealing 2nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SA1-MdcFAyI/AAAAAAAAAGs/7IzQDUe5eBA/s1600-h/IMG_2337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SA1-MdcFAyI/AAAAAAAAAGs/7IzQDUe5eBA/s400/IMG_2337.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191944697953977122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Father (Chad the 3rd base coach) and Bracken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SA1-MdcFAzI/AAAAAAAAAG0/wnAV3HSKCQY/s1600-h/IMG_2338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SA1-MdcFAzI/AAAAAAAAAG0/wnAV3HSKCQY/s400/IMG_2338.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191944697953977138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, before Tori yells at me, Landon's game. This one was intense. Close game. Landon did really good. Tam might disagree, but he is still young and learning. They ended up winning 10-8. I found myself really cheering for them when the Idaho team DEMANDED another inning because there was still 9 minutes left to play apparently. So i was pleased to see that they lost and had to drive 4 hours home and think about that. Didn't like the Idaho coaches attitude. He wanted the win, not the playing time for the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Landon hitting it into the outfield for a double&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SA16HNcFApI/AAAAAAAAAFk/iQtffY02dN4/s1600-h/IMG_2340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SA16HNcFApI/AAAAAAAAAFk/iQtffY02dN4/s400/IMG_2340.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191940209713152658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Landon scoring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SA16HdcFAqI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ICdIwpzwjpI/s1600-h/IMG_2341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SA16HdcFAqI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ICdIwpzwjpI/s400/IMG_2341.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191940214008119970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Landon playing 2nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SA16HdcFArI/AAAAAAAAAF0/M2oVWcvsejk/s1600-h/IMG_2342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SA16HdcFArI/AAAAAAAAAF0/M2oVWcvsejk/s400/IMG_2342.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191940214008119986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is it. Best uncle. Ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** Special thanks to Leslie for the photographs.&lt;br /&gt;****Apologies to Tori for having to read all of that. As well to those that took offense to the words "butt load"&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961845419295029166-2000565113233399472?l=nochanceleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/feeds/2000565113233399472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961845419295029166&amp;postID=2000565113233399472' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default/2000565113233399472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default/2000565113233399472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/2008/04/and-uncle-of-year-is.html' title='And the &quot;Uncle of the Year&quot; is...'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16109824707830835670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R_ZSnIVXo4I/AAAAAAAAADY/mGWgB8gg8W0/S220/kelsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/SA16G9cFAoI/AAAAAAAAAFc/3cxL6Os-V7o/s72-c/IMG_2318.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961845419295029166.post-1131763766949978247</id><published>2008-04-11T11:26:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T11:36:57.141-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BABIES!!!!</title><content type='html'>No one READS my blog anymore... so i might just turn it into a picture blog. Which i am sure you are all perfectly fine with. So here you go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Davis thought he would play on my laptop while i was upstairs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R_-gsh_tPkI/AAAAAAAAAFI/LcMIa6ENWI4/s1600-h/080404_123832.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R_-gsh_tPkI/AAAAAAAAAFI/LcMIa6ENWI4/s400/080404_123832.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188041982654365250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    This face kills me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R_-f-x_tPeI/AAAAAAAAAEY/a_Wi2isPprY/s1600-h/080312_101751.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R_-f-x_tPeI/AAAAAAAAAEY/a_Wi2isPprY/s400/080312_101751.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188041196675349986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R_-glB_tPfI/AAAAAAAAAEg/MtzN2XBiLxo/s1600-h/080312_101801.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R_-glB_tPfI/AAAAAAAAAEg/MtzN2XBiLxo/s400/080312_101801.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188041853805346290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Future star?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R_-glh_tPgI/AAAAAAAAAEo/iZY_TroEqXI/s1600-h/080312_101918.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R_-glh_tPgI/AAAAAAAAAEo/iZY_TroEqXI/s400/080312_101918.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188041862395280898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    Oh So Sexy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R_-gmR_tPiI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Gwv5J745_4Y/s1600-h/080402_143536.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R_-gmR_tPiI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Gwv5J745_4Y/s400/080402_143536.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188041875280182818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you want him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R_-gmB_tPhI/AAAAAAAAAEw/9UdhRZxaVow/s1600-h/080402_143504.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R_-gmB_tPhI/AAAAAAAAAEw/9UdhRZxaVow/s400/080402_143504.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188041870985215506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Current Star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R_-gmh_tPjI/AAAAAAAAAFA/fT9KdPav_nI/s1600-h/080402_143547.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R_-gmh_tPjI/AAAAAAAAAFA/fT9KdPav_nI/s400/080402_143547.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188041879575150130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old picture, but funny. Which one is more messy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R_-f9x_tPaI/AAAAAAAAAD4/YruBj8qt8cs/s1600-h/070820_125329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R_-f9x_tPaI/AAAAAAAAAD4/YruBj8qt8cs/s400/070820_125329.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188041179495480738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks cold to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R_-f-B_tPbI/AAAAAAAAAEA/y6xHqDiSXNQ/s1600-h/070820_125342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R_-f-B_tPbI/AAAAAAAAAEA/y6xHqDiSXNQ/s400/070820_125342.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188041183790448050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi sissy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R_-f-h_tPcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/e5e0ZXNgdqc/s1600-h/070820_125358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R_-f-h_tPcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/e5e0ZXNgdqc/s400/070820_125358.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188041192380382658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R_-f-h_tPdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/5FC2glQd5iY/s1600-h/080312_101451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R_-f-h_tPdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/5FC2glQd5iY/s400/080312_101451.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188041192380382674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961845419295029166-1131763766949978247?l=nochanceleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/feeds/1131763766949978247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961845419295029166&amp;postID=1131763766949978247' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default/1131763766949978247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default/1131763766949978247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/2008/04/babies.html' title='BABIES!!!!'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16109824707830835670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R_ZSnIVXo4I/AAAAAAAAADY/mGWgB8gg8W0/S220/kelsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R_-gsh_tPkI/AAAAAAAAAFI/LcMIa6ENWI4/s72-c/080404_123832.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961845419295029166.post-249366827439371704</id><published>2008-04-04T11:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T12:25:05.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just call me Kelsi...</title><content type='html'>Post #2 on the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the review of the concert Leslie and I went to on Monday... compliments of Leslie. (her valentines gift to me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to the training table to eat dinner. It was fantastic. Sorry Tori. Then we went to the concert and here is the review of the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start off, i think i am getting old. I was thinking in my head that i use to like these sort of shows a lot, but i just wasn't as jump into people as everyone else. But i never was like that. The overall show was great and was fun to attend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First band to take the stage was Forever the Sickest Kids. We missed them because of dinner. I dunno if they are very good or not. Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First band we saw was Sonny. You can hear him on my blog. He is a different style that I kind of like. I don't like him live. Not sure how many times he has performed live, but he was heavily overpowered by his synthesizer and you couldn't understand what he was saying. Also something that was annoying about the show is Sonny Moore's normal voice. It sounds like one of those dolls where you pull the string and it says "I love you". If you don't know what i mean, i will demonstrate for you. Just ask me. I LOVE YOU SALT LAKE CITY! He is kinda goofy looking to. (see picture below) This made it hard to WATCH him because his nose is such a dominant feature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R_ZvAoVXo5I/AAAAAAAAADg/0FupuqxA8Q0/s1600-h/sonny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R_ZvAoVXo5I/AAAAAAAAADg/0FupuqxA8Q0/s400/sonny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185454077581435794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Sonny, The Matches took the stage. I had heard of these guys before the concert. Didn't know they were playing though until we got there. I had two of their songs before i left to Ohio and they are good songs. But again they were a band that wasn't very good live. They were mostly noise. Lots of screaming at the microphone like it did some sort of bodily harm to them. But the lead singer reminded of me of Grewe by the way he composed himself in walking and body movements. He was tall and gangly and he wore this feathered had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then All Time Low took the stage. I was excited to see these guys cause I have listened to them a lot lately. They are really good live. I was impressed at how well they played compared to the other bands we had seen. But the down side of them is that they were really crude and distasteful in between songs. A lot of unnecessary things were said. Put a bit of a damper on the band for me because i do like their music. Probably the best part of their set, and Tori would agree, was their cover of Rhianna's Umbrella. You can listen to that on my blog as well. (Take that Kelsi).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R_ZvCIVXo7I/AAAAAAAAADw/K7VpAzYIKAU/s1600-h/atl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R_ZvCIVXo7I/AAAAAAAAADw/K7VpAzYIKAU/s400/atl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185454103351239602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, we had The Rocket Summer take the stage. They are always exciting to watch. They are really crowd oriented and love the fans. I was thrown off by how many people were their to see them because most of the crowd was appearing as "punk rockers". But they were awesome on stage. My favorite part of their set was the looped solo track by Bryce. What i mean by that, Bryce played the drums for 30 seconds and they recorded it and looped it so it played over and over. Then while that was going, he grabbed a bass guitar and played the bass part to the song and they looped that. Then he did the keyboard and the guitar after that. So while this song he just wrote is going, he just grabbed the microphone and just sang to it. It was like he recorded a song right there on stage. Very impressive. He is such a talented musician which is what i drew me to this band. The unbelievable talent that Bryce has to play every instrument so well.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R_ZvB4VXo6I/AAAAAAAAADo/mmZUfJbfRZo/s1600-h/trs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R_ZvB4VXo6I/AAAAAAAAADo/mmZUfJbfRZo/s400/trs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185454099056272290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks really goofy, but all the pictures are from the Alternative press magazine, which was the tour they were doing the show for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961845419295029166-249366827439371704?l=nochanceleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/feeds/249366827439371704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961845419295029166&amp;postID=249366827439371704' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default/249366827439371704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default/249366827439371704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-call-me-kelsi.html' title='Just call me Kelsi...'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16109824707830835670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R_ZSnIVXo4I/AAAAAAAAADY/mGWgB8gg8W0/S220/kelsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R_ZvAoVXo5I/AAAAAAAAADg/0FupuqxA8Q0/s72-c/sonny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961845419295029166.post-901292686388613242</id><published>2008-04-04T11:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T11:57:10.958-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Father of the Year!</title><content type='html'>Is something i will never achieve in my future life. Why you might ask. (probably not cause most of you are nodding in agreement) I HATE losing. Where does this stem from you might ask. (probably not cause most of you are still nodding about the previous statement) I was playing the Nintendo Wii with my five year old nephew Kole and i keep getting told i have to let the kid win. Which is true, cause if he loses, he gets pouty and doesn't want to play anymore. Or he will just quit before the game is over. I am sure Tami got a good laugh yesterday as i was arguing with him about the game. This is a problem of mine... Losing... I hate losing in video games... especially to five year olds...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961845419295029166-901292686388613242?l=nochanceleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/feeds/901292686388613242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961845419295029166&amp;postID=901292686388613242' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default/901292686388613242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default/901292686388613242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/2008/04/father-of-year.html' title='Father of the Year!'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16109824707830835670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R_ZSnIVXo4I/AAAAAAAAADY/mGWgB8gg8W0/S220/kelsi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961845419295029166.post-5456992568947546216</id><published>2008-03-19T19:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T19:21:05.531-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nuffing...</title><content type='html'>So, I got home from school today (thanks Tami for taking me and picking me up) and Tami leaves to go cut hair. I walk in and just wanted to sit down and watch some TV. So i sit in the front room and start watching TV, and I hear this deep breathing. I thought it was one of the babies, but it seemed a little too close. Wondering if it was coming through the vents, i start to look around the room. Odd nothing was in the room. No babies. Then i noticed a little leg kick out from behind the recliner and quickly go back. Someone WAS in the room and i was not alone. The only other person besides my mom and the babies (Hadley and Haiden) who Tami said she had put down for their naps, was Kole. So i creeped over to the chair slowly... I look behind the chair and find this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R-G7eIVXo2I/AAAAAAAAADE/AXNLC97jWcw/s1600-h/080319_113110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R-G7eIVXo2I/AAAAAAAAADE/AXNLC97jWcw/s400/080319_113110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179627172760363874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught the cookie monster in action! Not sure why he was hiding. I asked and he said he was doing "nuffing".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961845419295029166-5456992568947546216?l=nochanceleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/feeds/5456992568947546216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961845419295029166&amp;postID=5456992568947546216' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default/5456992568947546216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default/5456992568947546216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/2008/03/nuffing.html' title='Nuffing...'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16109824707830835670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R_ZSnIVXo4I/AAAAAAAAADY/mGWgB8gg8W0/S220/kelsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R-G7eIVXo2I/AAAAAAAAADE/AXNLC97jWcw/s72-c/080319_113110.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961845419295029166.post-3210758725312087022</id><published>2008-03-13T09:56:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T10:00:19.339-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a pawn in your game...</title><content type='html'>This is a comic the boys and i talked about at a basketball game one night. I finally drew it at my work real quick in paint at work cause i was bored on my break. They took our internet... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R9lPaAXZSdI/AAAAAAAAAC8/vl9-KTGHd90/s1600-h/comic.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R9lPaAXZSdI/AAAAAAAAAC8/vl9-KTGHd90/s400/comic.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177256554832415186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I guess it is more funny if you are like a Fresno State fan. But you could also use this as the New Mexico aggies (or wherever they are from).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961845419295029166-3210758725312087022?l=nochanceleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/feeds/3210758725312087022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961845419295029166&amp;postID=3210758725312087022' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default/3210758725312087022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default/3210758725312087022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-pawn-in-your-game.html' title='I&apos;m a pawn in your game...'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16109824707830835670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R_ZSnIVXo4I/AAAAAAAAADY/mGWgB8gg8W0/S220/kelsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R9lPaAXZSdI/AAAAAAAAAC8/vl9-KTGHd90/s72-c/comic.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961845419295029166.post-5901693192258712470</id><published>2008-03-03T12:39:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T13:50:41.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More than most people in the world...</title><content type='html'>Kelsi... Take your Nintendo nights, and eat your heart out. It's Nintendo Wii time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kole and Brooklyn boxing. Kole is such a trash talker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f346abad648a17eb" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df346abad648a17eb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330266212%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D218563C42EC19378E816A4AB7198D5078A9789B.7244EC5C69B7316DD44DFB299093008084610A25%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df346abad648a17eb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQJCUAqZQfAnZWG_xChaRasM8Z-s&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df346abad648a17eb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330266212%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D218563C42EC19378E816A4AB7198D5078A9789B.7244EC5C69B7316DD44DFB299093008084610A25%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df346abad648a17eb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQJCUAqZQfAnZWG_xChaRasM8Z-s&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leslie knocks Kole out. I love Kole's face at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-aca0979cc13f31fc" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Daca0979cc13f31fc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330266212%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5E927516DE55A29B7BB65C00DA12EE97FFCA1118.4D5A27B88D335A311D4B7153CD6CE054992CCAC5%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Daca0979cc13f31fc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DM66sdZ9RaNuHYHUkP5V2rGUW5js&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Daca0979cc13f31fc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330266212%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5E927516DE55A29B7BB65C00DA12EE97FFCA1118.4D5A27B88D335A311D4B7153CD6CE054992CCAC5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Daca0979cc13f31fc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DM66sdZ9RaNuHYHUkP5V2rGUW5js&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leslie and Brooklyn boxing. **Note Leslie is doing what she was born to do according to Kole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3c526db983093e15" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3c526db983093e15%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330266212%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D61F77ED90C52B4A8708F5DDF88D597373F7022DA.96AA2D8B835322CDA200B61587AA1AA5B4A635C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3c526db983093e15%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2dfZQny8NsMO2PBe-V9Ia1fPujc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3c526db983093e15%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330266212%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D61F77ED90C52B4A8708F5DDF88D597373F7022DA.96AA2D8B835322CDA200B61587AA1AA5B4A635C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3c526db983093e15%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2dfZQny8NsMO2PBe-V9Ia1fPujc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kole decided since boxing wasn't enough exercise, he would show us how he works out at home. I think Brian taught him how to do these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c8c95217adcede7e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc8c95217adcede7e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330266212%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D800F6A21601639FBCECB31E391E09DCDEBC415B5.3E4C83D968C6D7004168ACBFC62D6DE031575FA8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc8c95217adcede7e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFd_5FiU9v1sJFYcuiFuYF4uJaVE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc8c95217adcede7e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330266212%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D800F6A21601639FBCECB31E391E09DCDEBC415B5.3E4C83D968C6D7004168ACBFC62D6DE031575FA8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc8c95217adcede7e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFd_5FiU9v1sJFYcuiFuYF4uJaVE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, this past Saturday we went skiing with Todd and his family and Kirk and his girlfriend Susan at Wolf Mountain. It was a good time. Here are some pictures Kirk took. They are really excellent pictures. Click the link below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kirksample.com/blog/blogpages/3-2-08.html"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Pictures of Wolf Mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leslie is going to write a great story about our adventure at Wolf Mountain. So keep an eye out for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961845419295029166-5901693192258712470?l=nochanceleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=3c526db983093e15&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=aca0979cc13f31fc&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c8c95217adcede7e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f346abad648a17eb&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/feeds/5901693192258712470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961845419295029166&amp;postID=5901693192258712470' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default/5901693192258712470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default/5901693192258712470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/2008/03/more-than-most-people-in-world.html' title='More than most people in the world...'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16109824707830835670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R_ZSnIVXo4I/AAAAAAAAADY/mGWgB8gg8W0/S220/kelsi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961845419295029166.post-3968746417429327408</id><published>2008-02-28T09:12:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T09:54:43.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Color Color...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Long time no post... not that any of you care really... but if you want an update of my life in greater detail, you could read some of Leslie's posts. Basically I have been busy attending activities for Art Symposium.... Such as women of windham hill and Barrage.... both of which were okay i guess. Barrage was the more impressive of the two. I went skiing up at the Beaver with my new helmet. I like it because it has ipod capability. Which is nice to be able to rock out as you go. I decided though after the last trip, i am going to invent a neck roll for me to wear. I decided to be brave and try to go off the jumps. I did successfully take the box rail, landed a few jumps, and bruised my butt for 2 days after. It was good fun though. I will work on landing in the future maybe. Did have a good time seeing how good Bracken and Landon were. See the videos on leslie's blog in the beaver post. They are quite the skilled skiers/snowboarders. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next on the adjenda was Chris' show. The castanettes were pretty good. Lots of drunk people walking around. Pretty funny to watch them act. Leslie's "shutter shades" were quite popular. I am convinced it was just cause they were pink... and that is like the new black or something. I dunno. You would have to ask Leslie if that is true. She is the "fashion guru". After Chris' band was done playing, half the crowd left, and the crappy band of 3 weeks til sunday came on. They played about 20 songs... which was freaking ridiculous. Guess it was there cd release day... and i am pretty sure no one bought there cd.... because no one was listening. They had a mandalin in every freaking song! It was bad... and annoying! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the Jazz game. Drove down and ate at the Melting pot and had a little taste of what leslie's life is like. Dipping things into chocolate is pretty cool i guess... but i kept getting yelled at for doing it "improperly". Thats not my roots! I don't know how to "fondu"! Then after that we cruised over to the beloved Crown Burger to give Leslie a taste of my life style. Unfortunately i wasn't able to eat all of my fries cause of the fondu previously feasted, but i did get my bacon burger down. Fantastic. I learned that i hate people that sit at booths forever just talking when they are done eating. THERE ARE PEOPLE WALKING AROUND TRYING TO SIT DOWN! Be kind and go to the jazz game and look at your iphone there while you wait for it to start. Thanks. But the experience of going there was great. My family use to always go there before jazz games. So sort of tradition. The Jazz game itself was really good. Drunk people all around us, china girl throwing bowls on her head on a unicycle, and the jazz pulled off the win. Which should have been a blow out, but the jazz like blowing there 16 point lead i guess. Kept the game more intense until the final minute though. Which Leslie spent most of it staring in the rafters. But she learned streemers are pretty sweet after the big Victory. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week at my job i got "promoted" to team lead. Basically if people have questions in my cubicle section... they come to me first and then the supervisors. Last friday i had a meeting at 2:45 and that ended at about 3:30. it wasn't even 4 by the time i had 4 people come up to me and ask me to sit this one kid down and talk to him. I guess he had talked to a customer for 45 minutes and was threatening him with things that won't happen. THE FBI WILL NOT COME TO YOUR HOUSE FOR A PAY DAY LOAN JOHN! So, things at work are neat. Just going by one day at a time. Got put on a real team this week. One with people that actually put up good numbers so i dont' have to carry them like i was doing with my last team. For those that don't know, a good team means more money in comissions for me. And i like money just like the rest of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think this Saturday i will be going to Wolf Mountain with Todd and his family. I am excited for that because i have never gone snowboarding anywhere but Beaver. I am really just hoping "Wolf" from American Gladiators will be there. (see illustration below)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172073481238500882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R8blbalwVhI/AAAAAAAAAC0/wzLpRbv5mog/s400/wolf_015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What a fabulous looking man. Just remember, he never misses his second meal. Pretty much that is my life in the past few weeks. Spring Break is in two weeks, but because of work i get to work. Stupid job. Wish i was like most of my friends and didnt' have a job sometimes. But if i didn't have a job, i wouldnt' have money to do anything for spring break. Dang it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh yeah, last night, Leslie and i went to Caspers Ice cream. I guess Wednesday night is "college night" so you get a discount with your student id. So for all you college students, you have been i nformed. It was also coloring night contest or something i guess.... but no one else was given crayons that i noticed but Leslie and I. So, we colored as we had ice cream. But since they didnt' judge our pictures, i am going to scan them in and have a poll. You can vote for what one is your favorite of the two, but i wont' mention whose is whose. Just so you all don't be bias and vote for Les. I know she loves winning... everything, but we will keep this at a fair level. So look for that later today... or later... when i remember to do it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961845419295029166-3968746417429327408?l=nochanceleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/feeds/3968746417429327408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961845419295029166&amp;postID=3968746417429327408' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default/3968746417429327408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default/3968746417429327408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/2008/02/color-color.html' title='Color Color...'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16109824707830835670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R_ZSnIVXo4I/AAAAAAAAADY/mGWgB8gg8W0/S220/kelsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R8blbalwVhI/AAAAAAAAAC0/wzLpRbv5mog/s72-c/wolf_015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961845419295029166.post-4486363007499950619</id><published>2008-02-11T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T11:34:48.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A downside...</title><content type='html'>There is one downside of babies everywhere... I woke up this morning and went downstairs to go get some breakfast, to find that the babies everywhere had put cereal everywhere. I guess they got there little hands on 3 boxes of cereal and dumped it out everywhere in the kitchen... So needless to say, we are out of these cereal flavors...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R7CVK6lwVgI/AAAAAAAAACs/wot-R8a-KrA/s1600-h/asdfqwer.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R7CVK6lwVgI/AAAAAAAAACs/wot-R8a-KrA/s400/asdfqwer.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165792787352802818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961845419295029166-4486363007499950619?l=nochanceleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/feeds/4486363007499950619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961845419295029166&amp;postID=4486363007499950619' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default/4486363007499950619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default/4486363007499950619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/2008/02/downside.html' title='A downside...'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16109824707830835670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R_ZSnIVXo4I/AAAAAAAAADY/mGWgB8gg8W0/S220/kelsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R7CVK6lwVgI/AAAAAAAAACs/wot-R8a-KrA/s72-c/asdfqwer.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961845419295029166.post-6892094431358570961</id><published>2008-02-10T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T17:21:04.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm... Neat?</title><content type='html'>So yesterday was an interesting night... I went to the mardi gras thing up on campus with Leslie, Mary, Sharrah, and Raymond Leo. Needless to say this is NOT my scene to be at in the first place. Why you might ask? Reason being i am WHITE! Not just in my skin tone, but lets face it i can't really "dance". If that is what you kids call it these days.... more like "bumping and grinding" is what it looked like. My style of dancing is a bit... "old school" you could say. Things such as the cabbage patch, the lawnmower, the pepper shaker, and other fancy dance moves are the cards i hold. This was not the scene to use them i guess without being mocked by Sharrah. So anyways, we get to this dance and Mary and Leslie gave me all these beads and suggested that i THROW them at them when they do a "sweet" dance move. So there we are in this room "dancing" and Leslie reminds me that i am to throw the beads. So i wad them up and start throwing them at them. She then informs me she meant "toss" them... well toss and throw are 2 different words in my vocabulary. So then i start tossing them at them and the DJ guy is like "where are my beads?" so i throw him some too. He wore them the rest of the night. Then after about 8 songs of "hit the floor" (whatever that actually means, but every song said something about touching the floor or hitting it...) we went to the mentalist. Pretty impressive guy, but apparently he did the same act this year as last. It was pretty cool to see and i am still trying to figure out the tricks to his trade. I think i have a few of them down. Anyways, after that we went outside to where the DJ had moved locations. Heard the same songs from earlier in the night (i guess you only have a selection of about 10 songs at a club style dance) and danced the night away. So while we are in our little circle, i am fixated with this Middle eastern guy that is standing behind Mary and just eye balling her neck. I am just waiting for this dude to show his fangs and suck her blood. All the while some black dude starts creeping up behind Leslie, but i dont' see it cause i am watching Mr. Vampire, and Mary smacks me and turns towards Leslie, letting me know to look over. So i look and the guy looks at me puts his arms up and goes "oh sorry man." And the only thing that came out of my mouth, without even thinking was "No man, that is not cool." Leslie was convinced i was going to get shot. But he turned and walked back to his possy and gave them the 411 on what just happened. Guess i am pretty intimidating. By this time Mr. Vampire had disappeared and no marks appeared on Mary's neck, so i assumed he bailed without his first meal. (Pun from American Gladiators) Then we keep dancing (for me sort of dancing) and 3 random girls come up and start grinding on Raymond. We all laughed and then some dude crashed into me and so i turn and look. Turns out the reason he hit me, was cause he was giving Leslie some beads. Next thing i know i got something grinding on me and i am like "WTF Mate". But then they kinda backed off a little so it was alright... but weird still. Then the one infront of me says in a deep satanic like voice... GIVE ME SOME BEADS. Well i had all my beads wrapped up on my arm and this girl was creeping me out. So i was panicking trying to get these beads off my arm and couldn't do it. Guess Mary, Sharrah, And Leslie found my face to be pretty funny to watch in this process. But i finally got them off my arm, gave them a thing of beads each, then gave the rest to Leslie so that wouldn't happen again. Then the dance had one more song, turned out it was the LAMEST song ever(in my opinion) "Crank Dat" by 'Soldja Boy'. First off, the song is LAMESAUCE, second the dance is super stupid. Third everyone looks stupid doing it in a big mosh of people. So i found myself, along with most of our group, goofing around to the song and kept doing the "superman" move from the dance. Needless to say, i still hate that song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it was a neat mardi gras experience. Nothing bad happened as some would have thought. And no nick, i didn't lower my standards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961845419295029166-6892094431358570961?l=nochanceleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/feeds/6892094431358570961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961845419295029166&amp;postID=6892094431358570961' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default/6892094431358570961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default/6892094431358570961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/2008/02/hmm-neat.html' title='Hmm... Neat?'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16109824707830835670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R_ZSnIVXo4I/AAAAAAAAADY/mGWgB8gg8W0/S220/kelsi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961845419295029166.post-9066866990122775804</id><published>2008-02-07T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T22:58:45.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who let me babysit?</title><content type='html'>I am a man of few words on my blog lately... so i figure i will just keep it that way. Since Traci had her baby, I have been put in charge of watching babies on Wednesdays and Fridays. It's usually Bryton, Haiden, Hadley and sometimes Kole. Occasionally Brooklyn makes an appearance when she fakes an illness, which seems to happen a lot lately. This past Wednesday Leslie came over and helped me watch the babies and it was pretty hilarious. So here is what you all missed out on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mac N' Cheese Time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R6ve-8wfy_I/AAAAAAAAACE/97Fy62kqM24/s1600-h/IMG_1803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R6ve-8wfy_I/AAAAAAAAACE/97Fy62kqM24/s400/IMG_1803.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164466570753199090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-459b4c38ed24659f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=6f5a63a85dcae17&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=eb1b1054c9e8fa84&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/feeds/9066866990122775804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961845419295029166&amp;postID=9066866990122775804' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default/9066866990122775804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default/9066866990122775804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/2008/02/who-let-me-babysit.html' title='Who let me babysit?'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16109824707830835670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R_ZSnIVXo4I/AAAAAAAAADY/mGWgB8gg8W0/S220/kelsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R6ve-8wfy_I/AAAAAAAAACE/97Fy62kqM24/s72-c/IMG_1803.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961845419295029166.post-1481634718980417155</id><published>2008-02-04T20:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T20:54:08.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>With These Brad Pitt Looks...</title><content type='html'>Someone had their nutri-grain bar today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R6fdyMwfy-I/AAAAAAAAAB8/ozZWI4910Lw/s1600-h/great.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R6fdyMwfy-I/AAAAAAAAAB8/ozZWI4910Lw/s400/great.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163339352291396578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961845419295029166-1481634718980417155?l=nochanceleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/feeds/1481634718980417155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961845419295029166&amp;postID=1481634718980417155' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default/1481634718980417155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default/1481634718980417155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/2008/02/with-these-brad-pitt-looks.html' title='With These Brad Pitt Looks...'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16109824707830835670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R_ZSnIVXo4I/AAAAAAAAADY/mGWgB8gg8W0/S220/kelsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R6fdyMwfy-I/AAAAAAAAAB8/ozZWI4910Lw/s72-c/great.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961845419295029166.post-5469867453133157886</id><published>2008-02-04T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T10:32:15.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thats right, you are feeling him...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R6dLNMwfy9I/AAAAAAAAAB0/AUTRSV2jSFk/s1600-h/48894-14545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R6dLNMwfy9I/AAAAAAAAAB0/AUTRSV2jSFk/s400/48894-14545.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163178187938581458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to this man. Eli Manning, we are feeling you. For those of you that didn't watch the Super Bowl (which is just kelsi and chris) the Giants defeats the stooooopid New England Patriots. And what a MARVELOUS sight to see. I hate the Patriots and their overrated stacked team. Just goes to show that, because you went 16-0 during the regular season doesn't mean you can just fly though to get your ring. Suckers! Good work to the Giants for taking them to the poop chute. In other news, Leslie is starting to cheat on me... and she doesn't care who knows it. I saw her making eyes with Kole last night (my 5 year old nephew). She thinks hes so funny. So to end this post... i am going to Tanya Harding his leg right now. Ryan Secreast is out (of the closet...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961845419295029166-5469867453133157886?l=nochanceleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/feeds/5469867453133157886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961845419295029166&amp;postID=5469867453133157886' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default/5469867453133157886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default/5469867453133157886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/2008/02/thats-right-you-are-feeling-him.html' title='Thats right, you are feeling him...'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16109824707830835670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R_ZSnIVXo4I/AAAAAAAAADY/mGWgB8gg8W0/S220/kelsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R6dLNMwfy9I/AAAAAAAAAB0/AUTRSV2jSFk/s72-c/48894-14545.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961845419295029166.post-7092411274437523910</id><published>2008-02-01T09:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T09:54:48.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where was the baby sitter?</title><content type='html'>Cause this little girl crashed and burned hard! Isn't she just a gem?                      &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R6NOsswfy8I/AAAAAAAAABs/J_pT3SNg020/s1600-h/080130_115700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R6NOsswfy8I/AAAAAAAAABs/J_pT3SNg020/s400/080130_115700.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162056127732501442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961845419295029166-7092411274437523910?l=nochanceleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/feeds/7092411274437523910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961845419295029166&amp;postID=7092411274437523910' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default/7092411274437523910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default/7092411274437523910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/2008/02/where-was-baby-sitter.html' title='Where was the baby sitter?'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16109824707830835670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R_ZSnIVXo4I/AAAAAAAAADY/mGWgB8gg8W0/S220/kelsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R6NOsswfy8I/AAAAAAAAABs/J_pT3SNg020/s72-c/080130_115700.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961845419295029166.post-8403759727651635828</id><published>2008-01-22T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T10:40:17.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sitting next to Duke in class...</title><content type='html'>So here i sit in econ class, while the teacher talks about Consumer surplus and Producer surplus and how it affects welfare or something. But i guess we are going to be done for the day, but i will have to finish this post later. Last night i went to "I am Legend"... which was a pretty intense movie. Wasn't really scary... but i find that i don't really jump at movies. It was more so disturbing at parts initially, but i guess it eventually grew on me and by the end i was alright with staring at what i was seeing. Leslie was more than willing to point out to me that this movie DOES follow the movie code. So props or congrats to the producers on sticking to the rules of making a movie. The only downside to the movie was the fact that it does leave it pretty open ended. Leslie and i discussed the ending, and we came to a conclusion its pretty depressing how they don't come to a conclusion. Not sure if that means there will be a sequel or not... &lt;br /&gt;After the movie we went to Chili's to eat. The food was pretty good in its individual regards. Meaning, my food wasn't so great, leslie's was pretty good. Since our food took so long though, they gave us a free dessert. So we got a chocolate lava cake thing. It was great. We wanted to go to Salt Lake, but the snow ruined that idea. Stupid snow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961845419295029166-8403759727651635828?l=nochanceleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/feeds/8403759727651635828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961845419295029166&amp;postID=8403759727651635828' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default/8403759727651635828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default/8403759727651635828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/2008/01/sitting-next-to-duke-in-class.html' title='Sitting next to Duke in class...'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16109824707830835670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R_ZSnIVXo4I/AAAAAAAAADY/mGWgB8gg8W0/S220/kelsi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961845419295029166.post-3210367399671421295</id><published>2008-01-16T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T22:02:16.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Words are just words,.. Until you follow through...</title><content type='html'>So school is going.. forward... as previously noted. This semester appears that it will be a neat one. But whatever comes i guess. Anyways, tonight i went with Jason, Min, and Tanner to see "in the name of the king" and all i can say is... "in the name of the king don't go see this movie... PLEASE?" A few things i have a hard time with... They broke the movie code first off. YOU CAN"T BREAK THE MOVIE CODE!! If you dont' know what this is, ask me in person, cause i don't want to say it openly. Second off, Burt Reynolds dies in like 3 seconds... At the flick of a screen change. If you get motion sick, you may want to avoid this movie, as the camera angles tend to jump a lot in fighting scenes. There seemed to be a lot of things that took place in the movie that made me think of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord of the rings (a lot of it)&lt;br /&gt;Teenage mutant ninja turtles (the dark general guys looked like shredder... no? You know they do)&lt;br /&gt;Star wars (the lightning air the guy shoots? Come on... come on!!)&lt;br /&gt;Crouching tiger hidden dragon (the guy floating around)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on... but i will stop this list. Last but not least. The worst thing about the movie... was the villains. The main boss guy reminded me of Donny Osmond. I wanted to punch MYSELF whenever he talked just to stop listening to his squeaky up down voice. The other guy was the guy from scooby doo. He can't act in the first place, let alone he was supposed to be drunk all the time? W... T... F...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a positive note, i finally got my ski rack on, and my stereo deck in. The amp just needs to be hooked up and the subs, and i am good to go. W00t w00t. And for tori, Booyeah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961845419295029166-3210367399671421295?l=nochanceleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/feeds/3210367399671421295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961845419295029166&amp;postID=3210367399671421295' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default/3210367399671421295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default/3210367399671421295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/2008/01/words-are-just-words-until-you-follow.html' title='Words are just words,.. Until you follow through...'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16109824707830835670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R_ZSnIVXo4I/AAAAAAAAADY/mGWgB8gg8W0/S220/kelsi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961845419295029166.post-2987618502406824964</id><published>2008-01-08T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T22:22:08.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the life...</title><content type='html'>School started. It is.. Neat. Day 2 and i have already dropped a class. Take that professor lewis and your "history of utah". YOU go read a book by next Thursday. So that one is out... Next on the list.... Art symposium or something like that. Basically i gottsta go to like twenty shows. So any suggestions for shows on campus or at the Eccles would be much appreciated. K Thnx Bai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961845419295029166-2987618502406824964?l=nochanceleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/feeds/2987618502406824964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961845419295029166&amp;postID=2987618502406824964' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default/2987618502406824964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default/2987618502406824964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-is-life.html' title='This is the life...'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16109824707830835670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R_ZSnIVXo4I/AAAAAAAAADY/mGWgB8gg8W0/S220/kelsi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961845419295029166.post-9069663153515103438</id><published>2007-12-31T00:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T00:53:08.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R3icmzqIAQI/AAAAAAAAAA8/d525BwowtX4/s1600-h/boots.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R3icmzqIAQI/AAAAAAAAAA8/d525BwowtX4/s200/boots.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150038364414017794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Figured everyone was doing it... and i didn't... so i figured i should! Christmas with the Griswalds. Quick overview.... Mostly pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we have me with my new snowboarding boots. I love them... they worked great. Hoping to get more use out of them in the future! I got a lot of great gifts from Santa and from my parents. Yes, i was spoiled. You and the rest of us know it. But what can i say, i am the only child of seven now. They love me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R3idFTqIARI/AAAAAAAAABE/P9neUTHtw5s/s1600-h/wii.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R3idFTqIARI/AAAAAAAAABE/P9neUTHtw5s/s200/wii.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150038888400027922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As Tori would say... "After 21 years, Tyler finally got his 'wii'"... Real funny Tori. You are such a peach. *angry face at you* See if i fix your computer. Oh wait... I figured out what was wrong. That is right. I am a nice brother. :) It is fun. I have Mario galaxy.. the Jenson kids LOVE playing with me. They are my player 2. They just wish they could grab "everyfing". Don't ya Koley? Always wanting to help Uncle Tyler save the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R3idrDqIASI/AAAAAAAAABM/hyEuMQmbgnI/s1600-h/gangsta.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R3idrDqIASI/AAAAAAAAABM/hyEuMQmbgnI/s200/gangsta.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150039536940089634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here we see the old Steve-o, or Bernie as we call him in these parts, sporting the Jazz hat I got him. I think he wore that bad boy all day... Even when he took a Christmas nap. What a sport for wearing it all day. Him and my mother exchanged a lot of gifts. It was fun to see what they got for each other. My dad got my mom a computer desk for her to play on her laptop. She loves it. Good work Steve-o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R3id_jqIATI/AAAAAAAAABU/6YKIbknwzYM/s1600-h/tree.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R3id_jqIATI/AAAAAAAAABU/6YKIbknwzYM/s200/tree.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150039889127407922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The tree. This&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R3iegDqIAUI/AAAAAAAAABc/v1SjvzufvFs/s1600-h/tree2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R3iegDqIAUI/AAAAAAAAABc/v1SjvzufvFs/s200/tree2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150040447473156418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is posted for Leslie. She was really fascinated how many presents there were. I think she forgets just how many of us Griswald's there are in these neck of the woods. Plenty of kids... and grand kids. Good thing we opened our (me and the parents) presents first before waiting for the crew to show up. It was crazy with so many people. I loved it. So much fun to be with everyone again for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R3ie3zqIAVI/AAAAAAAAABk/8ejwCph3r9Q/s1600-h/front.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R3ie3zqIAVI/AAAAAAAAABk/8ejwCph3r9Q/s200/front.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150040855495049554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last but not least, probably one of my most favorite things about Christmas, is the front entry way of our house. You can't really see, but their is a stocking for each one of us hanging from the banister. Starting from the top with "Dad" on down to the baby of the Griswalds (my niece) Hadley. Hurray for Christmas! Our family always put up lots of decorations, and i love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961845419295029166-9069663153515103438?l=nochanceleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/feeds/9069663153515103438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961845419295029166&amp;postID=9069663153515103438' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default/9069663153515103438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default/9069663153515103438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas!'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16109824707830835670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R_ZSnIVXo4I/AAAAAAAAADY/mGWgB8gg8W0/S220/kelsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R3icmzqIAQI/AAAAAAAAAA8/d525BwowtX4/s72-c/boots.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961845419295029166.post-3952058011198465472</id><published>2007-12-30T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T00:37:32.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Screw the pain...</title><content type='html'>Bring on the &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R3icJDqIAPI/AAAAAAAAAA0/s6y6OSBnjmo/s1600-h/qwerty.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 78px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R3icJDqIAPI/AAAAAAAAAA0/s6y6OSBnjmo/s200/qwerty.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150037853312909554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;snow! Last Wednesday, my nephew Landon wanted to go up to the Beav and go skiing, but he had no one to go with. Tami asked me if i would go, and i said sure. I think she forgot i had my tonsils out under a week and a half ago. But i was feeling a lot better and wasn't really taking my pain pills on Wednesday. Despite being told i was an idiot by Leslie, i woke up (late as usual) and headed up Thursday morning at 7:50 a.m. to the Beaver with Brian (who is on the ski patrol) and Landon. Jason, his siblings and Nick came up to. While waiting for them to show up, Landon and I awaited for 30 minutes to get my board waxed. It looked like it had been dragged on the road.&lt;br /&gt;Off to the slopes for some fun in my new boots and with my new bindings. We hit up little beaver first and half way up the lift Landon leans over and tells me he has to pee soon. So get off the lift and head half way down the lift. He stops and tells me he can't wait, has to go. So he takes the higher cat walk cause he is on skis and i dont' have enough speed to make it up... so i take the lower one. He does his thing, then we hit the little beaver 2 more times, then go across the cat walk to Harry's Dream lift. And on the cat walk, there are 3 little kids that are like 7 or 8, slowly snow plowing across the cat walk, one  father COMPLETELY stopped on the cat walk, and the other trailing the kids. So it was a tight squeeze for a boarder to get through, but Jason and I barely made it. Not hitting anyone surprisingly. Idiots... DON'T stop in the middle of cat walks. K Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;So Harry's dream lift, we head up, and then get to the fork where there is the cat walk. Landon wants to go on it. I  have nick go with him cause Nick is on skis and its easier for him. So Jason and i head down and see Nick stopped at the rest stop at the bottom. I ask him where Landon is, and he said he ran into there really quickly. So i am thinking he is sick or something. No... he just had to pee again. So four runs down and Landon has peed twice. Then Landon tells me he is cold and its about time for Jay to meet up with his fam for lunch. So we go in with them and hang out then we meet up with Brian and eat.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to meet up with Nick and Jay after, but we were slow and they took off. Which worked out good because we hit about 3 more runs and Landon was done for the day at 2:30. Brian had to stay until they ensured all rentals were in and no one was on the mountain. Good thing it wasn't a busy day... only like 400 rentals i think they said... something like that. A RIDICULOUSLY large amount. So we did not end up leaving until about 5. So for 2 and a half hours i sat there and listened to Landon's mp3 player and played with his gameboy. Not really a rough day, but it was fun to go again. Look forward to go some more. Love the new boots and bindings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961845419295029166-3952058011198465472?l=nochanceleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/feeds/3952058011198465472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961845419295029166&amp;postID=3952058011198465472' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default/3952058011198465472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default/3952058011198465472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/2007/12/screw-pain.html' title='Screw the pain...'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16109824707830835670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R_ZSnIVXo4I/AAAAAAAAADY/mGWgB8gg8W0/S220/kelsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R3icJDqIAPI/AAAAAAAAAA0/s6y6OSBnjmo/s72-c/qwerty.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961845419295029166.post-5483355304160371329</id><published>2007-12-25T10:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T10:39:30.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've had it!</title><content type='html'>First off, Merry Christmas to everyone (which is like 3 people that look at this). Hope you all have a great day! Mine has been awesome thus far!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing, yesterday we had a  big family get together to eat dinner. Exciting! No... not really cause i can't eat anything! I have officially lost 10 pounds (guess i was right in my previous blog) since Tuesday. Not fun. I am already a bean pole as you all know! Sad thing is Tori and I am not sure who else (think maybe Tami) made all these delicious treats. Well they look delicious at least. Lots of stuff dipped in chocolate... That is what i need! Chocolate. It will make me fat! Anyways, i have officially decided this sucks. I can't eat and there was so much good food last night to eat and all i could eat was jello and potatoes, both of  which burned to swallow. :( &lt;--- Sad face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, one week is down... Last week to go before i should be good. Good thing the doctor said that the easy week is over and now its time for the worst week of my life. Not excited... Take care everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961845419295029166-5483355304160371329?l=nochanceleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/feeds/5483355304160371329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961845419295029166&amp;postID=5483355304160371329' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default/5483355304160371329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default/5483355304160371329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/2007/12/ive-had-it.html' title='I&apos;ve had it!'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16109824707830835670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R_ZSnIVXo4I/AAAAAAAAADY/mGWgB8gg8W0/S220/kelsi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961845419295029166.post-4677952374154641299</id><published>2007-12-21T14:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T14:19:32.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Over!</title><content type='html'>Well the surgery is over and time for the recovery process. I was informed Christmas week would be the worst week of my life. So not very excited. But let's discuss how things went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i arrived at the hospital at 9:45 am and had a few people come chat with me about what was going on. They told me about what is going to happen after... how they were going to put me under and blah blah blah. Well my sister Tif was not wanting to leave the hospital even though she had to be at work, silly Tif. But they took me off and put me out and did whatever it was they did to me. I came out of it around 12ish I think. And there was a lady sitting next to me keeping tabs on me that i was alive. After being awake for about 15 minutes she wheeled me back into my room. And to my surprise Tif actually DID call Leslie, who said she would sit with me. So we sat there and hung out and talked for a while. My male nurse Jacob kept coming in and checking things and we had a few good laughs. But i think my favorite part was when he brought in the release sheet to have Leslie sign. He told her to sign her name and write her relationship to the patient. Then he turns to me and goes "this is where you can decide how good things are. If she writes 'friend' you know things aren't going very well." Truth is, Leslie WAS going to just write friend, but did not because he made that comment. She ended up writing girlfriend... or so she said. I asked Jacob what she wrote, and he said "Ex... wait there is something in front of that... Future Ex. Not sure what the is suppose to mean." I laughed. Then we were pretty much out of the hospital. I came home and laid on the couch. Leslie was still so nice to me and hung out with me pretty much all of Tuesday. The only time she left was to get me a jamba and try to find me some movies and to get me ice cream. She was very good to me and was an awesome nurse. So props to her for making me soup and putting up with crazy me and my alleged "pill talk". Which we all know pills don't make me talk. (if you want to see a picture of me at the hospital go to Leslie's Blog)&lt;br /&gt;So now i am on the mend, Wednesday Leslie came by again to watch a quick movie with me and we exchanged Christmas gifts. She is really nice to me... maybe cause she has to be cause i had surgery... Who knows? She says its cause she likes me... i think she does too. But then she left for Washington to be with her family for the holidays. Thanks to Leslie for taking care of me while she had her short stay here. It was greatly appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, i have 2 big craters in the back of my mouth. It is a weird feeling. I could tell they were there, now i can tell they are gone. Anyways, hope everyone is having a good week before Christmas. Hopefully next week doesn't suck as bad as they said it would! Merry Christmas in case i don't post again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961845419295029166-4677952374154641299?l=nochanceleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/feeds/4677952374154641299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961845419295029166&amp;postID=4677952374154641299' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default/4677952374154641299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default/4677952374154641299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-over.html' title='It&apos;s Over!'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16109824707830835670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R_ZSnIVXo4I/AAAAAAAAADY/mGWgB8gg8W0/S220/kelsi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961845419295029166.post-7029032181740769598</id><published>2007-12-13T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T19:35:24.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It has been decided!</title><content type='html'>Well the post is closed now... so i guess the tonsils are getting tossed. I learned today at my pre op that he is going to use a laser hot firey pen thing to cut these bad boys out. Things the doctor learned today... he does not need to use his flash light to see the tonsils. Surgery in like 5 days. Not excited really... but i did learn they ARE going to put me under. So i won't have to be awake when they are using this magical pen. That is all for now! k thnx bai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961845419295029166-7029032181740769598?l=nochanceleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/feeds/7029032181740769598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961845419295029166&amp;postID=7029032181740769598' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default/7029032181740769598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default/7029032181740769598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/2007/12/it-has-been-decided.html' title='It has been decided!'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16109824707830835670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R_ZSnIVXo4I/AAAAAAAAADY/mGWgB8gg8W0/S220/kelsi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961845419295029166.post-3357223904410546845</id><published>2007-12-05T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T19:43:15.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be 10 pounds lighter!</title><content type='html'>So... as some may know... on Tuesday the 18th, I will be under going some SERIOUS surgery. Yes, that is right. I will be losing 10 pounds. Not by liposuction, but by getting my tonsils removed. So the count down has begun. Less than 2 weeks! Cast your vote here to the right, and tell me if ya think I should keep the bad boys or let Doc keep 'em!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961845419295029166-3357223904410546845?l=nochanceleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/feeds/3357223904410546845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961845419295029166&amp;postID=3357223904410546845' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default/3357223904410546845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default/3357223904410546845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/2007/12/ill-be-10-pounds-lighter.html' title='I&apos;ll be 10 pounds lighter!'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16109824707830835670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R_ZSnIVXo4I/AAAAAAAAADY/mGWgB8gg8W0/S220/kelsi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961845419295029166.post-7958700236211670345</id><published>2007-12-02T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T19:22:25.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So...</title><content type='html'>So I figured I would post something, just to kind of get this thing going. Leslie opted to create this, so maybe I'll put it to some use. More will come... possibly...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961845419295029166-7958700236211670345?l=nochanceleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/feeds/7958700236211670345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961845419295029166&amp;postID=7958700236211670345' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default/7958700236211670345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961845419295029166/posts/default/7958700236211670345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nochanceleft.blogspot.com/2007/12/so.html' title='So...'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16109824707830835670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vcXrgJBBu-Q/R_ZSnIVXo4I/AAAAAAAAADY/mGWgB8gg8W0/S220/kelsi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
