<?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-7699535036836879147</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:21:03.552-06:00</updated><category term='Randomness'/><category term='Kids'/><category term='Duke Basketball'/><category term='meme'/><category term='Argh'/><category term='The Pup'/><category term='basketball'/><category term='Athletic Training'/><category term='Year from Hell'/><category term='Happy New Year'/><category term='rents'/><category term='Snowboarding'/><title type='text'>Its psychosomatic, you need a lobotomy... I'll get a saw...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itspsychosomatic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699535036836879147/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itspsychosomatic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16029555600775133947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699535036836879147.post-548309194617582342</id><published>2009-01-13T13:26:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T13:32:00.571-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basketball'/><title type='text'>Basketball Update</title><content type='html'>Our season started out a little rough.  Before this last weekend we were 2-4.  After this weekend we are 4-4.  We upset the #1 ranked team in our district in their house by 13 points.  They finally all played together the way I knew they could play together.  If we can keep up this intensity and focus we are going to be just fine.  My goal is to end up 2nd in District so we don't have to play F-Town til the championship game.  We are ranked 3rd as of right now.  Ok, so that is where we stand.  I'm proud of the way they are coming together.  And my Duke boys are ranked #2!  Ahead of UNC I might add...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699535036836879147-548309194617582342?l=itspsychosomatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itspsychosomatic.blogspot.com/feeds/548309194617582342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699535036836879147&amp;postID=548309194617582342' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699535036836879147/posts/default/548309194617582342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699535036836879147/posts/default/548309194617582342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itspsychosomatic.blogspot.com/2009/01/basketball-update.html' title='Basketball Update'/><author><name>Cam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16029555600775133947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699535036836879147.post-794029864038552975</id><published>2008-11-29T20:15:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T20:19:49.764-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basketball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Duke Basketball'/><title type='text'>Basketball Started!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so my basketball season started last Monday.  We are going to be pretty short.  My tallest girl is 5'9".  I'm in the process of getting them in shape.  We ran a lot this week, now we can start getting to the real basketball.  Our first game is two weeks from today.  We have new plays to learn and a couple different new defenses to put into play.  I'm planning on pressing and fast breaking the whole game, that is the only way we are going to be able to beat most the teams in our district.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; then, I will keep the two people that check in at my blog updated with the outcome of my season.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;! Basketball!  Oh, and my Duke boys are 6-0!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699535036836879147-794029864038552975?l=itspsychosomatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itspsychosomatic.blogspot.com/feeds/794029864038552975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699535036836879147&amp;postID=794029864038552975' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699535036836879147/posts/default/794029864038552975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699535036836879147/posts/default/794029864038552975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itspsychosomatic.blogspot.com/2008/11/basketball-started.html' title='Basketball Started!'/><author><name>Cam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16029555600775133947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699535036836879147.post-4304030437412163555</id><published>2008-09-11T13:58:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T14:04:41.499-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><title type='text'>So I Disappeared for Awhile...</title><content type='html'>A lot has happened since I last posted.  And since no one really reads my blog, I'll keep this short:&lt;br /&gt;-I moved&lt;br /&gt;-I got a job coaching basketball&lt;br /&gt;-I got a job at Starbucks&lt;br /&gt;-I am still doing the athletic training thing, but only part time&lt;br /&gt;-Girlfriend and I got a puppy from the pound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so maybe its not a lot, but it is a lot of change for me.  Good change, but change nonetheless.  I will try to keep you all updated with my basketball season.  It starts in November.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; then, I hope all is well in blog land.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699535036836879147-4304030437412163555?l=itspsychosomatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itspsychosomatic.blogspot.com/feeds/4304030437412163555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699535036836879147&amp;postID=4304030437412163555' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699535036836879147/posts/default/4304030437412163555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699535036836879147/posts/default/4304030437412163555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itspsychosomatic.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-i-disappeared-for-awhile.html' title='So I Disappeared for Awhile...'/><author><name>Cam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16029555600775133947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699535036836879147.post-7050816116037109247</id><published>2008-03-22T18:14:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T18:30:45.388-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Argh'/><title type='text'>Argh.</title><content type='html'>My friend is in the Air Force. About two years ago she found out she was being sent to Korea for a year and then she would be stationed in Hawaii. She had two cats and was looking for someone to watch them while she was in Korea and then ship them to her in Hawaii. Being the nice person I am, I told her I would watch them if she couldn't find anyone else. Of course I ended up with them. And then about a month ago it all fell apart. It ended up costing way more to get 'em to Hawaii then she had been told and had planned for. So now I got the pleasure of finding 'em a home. In the town where I live, there are lots of ads in the paper for free cats so I decided I would take them to a shelter. I really didn't want to, so I looked up one of the shelters that I had seen. It was a "no kill" shelter and there are more and bigger towns around this shelter so I decided to make the hour and half drive to drop them off. They pooped twice in their crate, I looked back and the older one was drooling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;uncontrollably&lt;/span&gt;. It was heart wrenching. I was good til I walked back out to the car to leave. As I drove away, I broke down a little. Now I am not an emotional person at all, I hate crying. But there I was driving away from the cats I really didn't like and wasn't horribly attached to. After a year and a half, I guess I got to like them a little. Still not a big cat person, and I'm not gonna miss their hair. I just hope they find a home where someone will love them and treat them right. I called my mom, she assured me they would find a good home. Dropping them off was a lot harder than I thought it would be. I'm a little mad at my friend (their owner) for putting me in that position. It sucked to say the least. And then to top it off, Duke lost their game today. My bracket is so screwed. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Argh&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699535036836879147-7050816116037109247?l=itspsychosomatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itspsychosomatic.blogspot.com/feeds/7050816116037109247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699535036836879147&amp;postID=7050816116037109247' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699535036836879147/posts/default/7050816116037109247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699535036836879147/posts/default/7050816116037109247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itspsychosomatic.blogspot.com/2008/03/argh.html' title='Argh.'/><author><name>Cam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16029555600775133947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699535036836879147.post-2468060193886750712</id><published>2008-03-20T19:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T19:51:21.422-06:00</updated><title type='text'>AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH</title><content type='html'>So Duke just pulled out a very narrow victory of one point over Belmont.  For those of you who don't pay attention to college ball, Duke was a 2 seed and Belmont a 15 seed.  The last time a 15 seed beat a 2 seed was 1991, I think that is what they said... If I am wrong, feel free to correct me in a comment.  Anyway, it was very nerve wracking.  I think I got a few gray hairs.  But they pulled it out, so its all good.  My bracket &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; all screwed to hell.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; then, that is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699535036836879147-2468060193886750712?l=itspsychosomatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itspsychosomatic.blogspot.com/feeds/2468060193886750712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699535036836879147&amp;postID=2468060193886750712' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699535036836879147/posts/default/2468060193886750712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699535036836879147/posts/default/2468060193886750712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itspsychosomatic.blogspot.com/2008/03/aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh.html' title='AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH'/><author><name>Cam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16029555600775133947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699535036836879147.post-4651727656784755686</id><published>2008-03-19T20:00:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T20:13:05.808-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basketball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Athletic Training'/><title type='text'>Suprise Endings and Beginnings</title><content type='html'>My girls' basketball team ended up getting 2nd in State.  It was quite amazing.  I don't think anyone, not even themselves, was expecting to do that good.  I didn't think they could even get out of Divisionals, but they surprised me and everyone else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of their Championship game I didn't get to leave for my 'rents place til Sunday.  I had to stop in Utah for the night and drive the rest of the way Monday.  I was a little nervous to be heading there seeing as how I had written a letter about 3 weeks before to come out to them.  I had gotten an email in response to the letter saying they were shocked and they weren't ready to deal with it long distance so when I got there we would have a chat about it.  I was not looking forward to this "chat."  Anyway, I got there pretty early Monday morning, just in time to go grocery shopping with my mom.  We stopped at Starbucks and my mom leaned over and grabbed my knee and said, "Me and dad have been praying about this whole thing and God said, 'you love her and that's enough.' So we're gonna leave it at that.  We will always love you, no matter what. And that means no "talk." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I was stunned.  And relieved.  The rest of the trip was great.  My mom would ask questions once in awhile but nothing too big a deal.  I know they aren't necessarily cool with it but they are trusting me to live my own life.  So all in all it turned out good.  It has been a good couple weeks.  Anyway, track season is upon us, that means no more getting home after 9pm because of practice.  Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699535036836879147-4651727656784755686?l=itspsychosomatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itspsychosomatic.blogspot.com/feeds/4651727656784755686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699535036836879147&amp;postID=4651727656784755686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699535036836879147/posts/default/4651727656784755686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699535036836879147/posts/default/4651727656784755686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itspsychosomatic.blogspot.com/2008/03/suprise-endings-and-beginnings.html' title='Suprise Endings and Beginnings'/><author><name>Cam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16029555600775133947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699535036836879147.post-5599540614241605052</id><published>2008-03-04T22:46:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T22:54:44.719-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basketball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Athletic Training'/><title type='text'>So Frickin' Busy</title><content type='html'>So I have been working like crazy lately.  Its basketball tourney season for high schools and I have been working lots of tournaments.  My guys lost out in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;divisionals&lt;/span&gt; which was very disappointing but there was a lot of pressure on them too, I think it got in their heads.  My girls ended up winning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;divisionals &lt;/span&gt;and are going on to State.  Crazy! They came out of nowhere to win the Divisional Tourney. Lots of upsets, some very fun games to watch.  I think one of my girls tore her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ACL&lt;/span&gt;.  She has a Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;appt&lt;/span&gt;. next Tuesday so we will know for sure.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Argh&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ACL&lt;/span&gt; rehab sucks, but she's a tough kid, she'll pull through.  Very frustrating story to go along with that whole story, but I don't wanna get into that now.  Last weekend of Tournaments is coming up.  I am then heading to see my 'rents.  Leaving Saturday.  Driving so the pup can come and see his grandma.  It will be a nice break from this place I call home.  This is one broken up post going in many directions....  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; then, that is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699535036836879147-5599540614241605052?l=itspsychosomatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itspsychosomatic.blogspot.com/feeds/5599540614241605052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699535036836879147&amp;postID=5599540614241605052' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699535036836879147/posts/default/5599540614241605052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699535036836879147/posts/default/5599540614241605052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itspsychosomatic.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-frickin-busy.html' title='So Frickin&apos; Busy'/><author><name>Cam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16029555600775133947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699535036836879147.post-4720587555152999164</id><published>2008-02-07T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T20:49:36.159-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Duke Basketball'/><title type='text'>Yay for the Blue Devils!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so the Duke/UNC game was last night and Duke won by 11 points!  It was awesome.  They were on fire from downtown, especially Paulus who started out 5 for 5 from beyond the arc and ended up 6 for 8.  It was great times!  Ok then, that is all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699535036836879147-4720587555152999164?l=itspsychosomatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itspsychosomatic.blogspot.com/feeds/4720587555152999164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699535036836879147&amp;postID=4720587555152999164' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699535036836879147/posts/default/4720587555152999164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699535036836879147/posts/default/4720587555152999164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itspsychosomatic.blogspot.com/2008/02/yay-for-blue-devils.html' title='Yay for the Blue Devils!'/><author><name>Cam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16029555600775133947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699535036836879147.post-2927123045263108282</id><published>2008-02-05T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T20:57:24.960-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><title type='text'>Randomness and Updates</title><content type='html'>Hello out there in Blog Land. I apologize to the two people that read my blog that I have been absent. I have had some interesting stuff happen in this past month, here are some updates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I am a year older&lt;br /&gt;-My friend from college came out to go snowboarding, and that was an absolute blast&lt;br /&gt;-My boys basketball team upset the #2 ranked team in the state by over 20 points&lt;br /&gt;-My Duke boys are ranked #2, above UNC, yeah buddy!&lt;br /&gt;-The Duke/UNC game is tomorrow night and I am very excited&lt;br /&gt;-I had to give a presentation at work and none of my video clips worked and I had to demonstrate everything&lt;br /&gt;-I am learning how to do sutures (we practice on pigs' feet). I'm pretty darn good.&lt;br /&gt;-I found a beer I like&lt;br /&gt;-I learned that last year a couple of my high school boys peed on one of the senior girl's car&lt;br /&gt;-My high school girls apparently can't even get through pre-game announcements without hurting each other (two of them ran into each other while shaking hands with the refs and one of them got a humongous black eye)&lt;br /&gt;-Watching wrestling for 11.5 hours on a saturday is not my idea of a good time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well those are the updates for now, I will hopefully be better about blogging this month. Hope all is well with all y'all. Peace for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699535036836879147-2927123045263108282?l=itspsychosomatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itspsychosomatic.blogspot.com/feeds/2927123045263108282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699535036836879147&amp;postID=2927123045263108282' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699535036836879147/posts/default/2927123045263108282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699535036836879147/posts/default/2927123045263108282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itspsychosomatic.blogspot.com/2008/02/randomness-and-updates.html' title='Randomness and Updates'/><author><name>Cam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16029555600775133947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699535036836879147.post-5175006299957030935</id><published>2008-01-01T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T19:29:12.339-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy New Year'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to wish everyone out there a very Happy New Year.  I hope '08 is good for all y'all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699535036836879147-5175006299957030935?l=itspsychosomatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itspsychosomatic.blogspot.com/feeds/5175006299957030935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699535036836879147&amp;postID=5175006299957030935' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699535036836879147/posts/default/5175006299957030935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699535036836879147/posts/default/5175006299957030935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itspsychosomatic.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Cam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16029555600775133947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699535036836879147.post-470577195883443795</id><published>2007-12-27T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T21:38:35.425-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><title type='text'>A MEME for Your Reading Pleasure</title><content type='html'>I stole this meme off Maria's Page...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Numbers Meme&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten Favorites.&lt;br /&gt;1) Favorite color: Royal Blue&lt;br /&gt;2) Favorite food: Probably pizza, especially Broadway Cafe pizza.&lt;br /&gt;3) Favorite song: Currently... "Diamonds and Coal" by Incubus&lt;br /&gt;4) Favorite movie: Hoosiers&lt;br /&gt;5) Favorite sport: To watch, college basketball, Duke college basketball to be more precise. To play, basketball. So to sum it all up, basketball.&lt;br /&gt;6) Favorite season: Fall, starts to cool down, time to dress in layers, the leaves change, ahh, its awesome.&lt;br /&gt;7) Favorite day of the week: Hmmm... Fridays are good because you know the weekend is right around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;8) Favorite ice cream: Rocky Road&lt;br /&gt;9) Favorite time of day: Dusk, starts too cool down but still light enough to do stuff outside for a bit longer.&lt;br /&gt;10) Favorite month:March... two words... MARCH MADNESS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nine Lasts:&lt;br /&gt;1) Last cigarette: Never&lt;br /&gt;2) Last drink: Two weekends ago, had some Schmirnoff thing...&lt;br /&gt;3) Last car ride: About an hour ago when I got home from practice.&lt;br /&gt;4) Last kiss: Wednesday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;5) Last movie seen: Land of Women&lt;br /&gt;6) Last DVD: Land of Women&lt;br /&gt;7) Last Phone Call: Kneebo&lt;br /&gt;8) Last CD Played: Jack Johnson, what happens to be in the Jeep's cd player.&lt;br /&gt;9) Last Dance: Last March at a wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight currents.&lt;br /&gt;1) Current mood: Sleepy, I had a long day.&lt;br /&gt;2) Current taste: Anything covered in dog hair, oh wait, that just happens like it or not...&lt;br /&gt;3) Current clothes: Snowman flannel pants, new slippers, work hoodie, new socks.&lt;br /&gt;4) Current desktop: Duke Basketball.&lt;br /&gt;5) Current toenail color: Clear.&lt;br /&gt;6) Current time: 9:17 pm&lt;br /&gt;7) Current Surroundings: Sitting on my couch, the Pup is chewing on his rawhide bone, and Dirty Jobs with Mike Rowe is on in the background.&lt;br /&gt;8) Current Thoughts: I get to sleep in tomorrow! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven Firsts.&lt;br /&gt;1) First Best Friend: Nanci, met her in 2nd grade, moved in 5th grade.&lt;br /&gt;2) First Kiss: Frosh year of college.&lt;br /&gt;3) First Screen Name: WooferBox&lt;br /&gt;4) First Pet: Buster, my first dog, he was great. My dad found him on the street and brought him home when I was five.&lt;br /&gt;5) First Piercing: My cartilage on my left ear, my senior year of high school.&lt;br /&gt;6) First Crush: Caleb&lt;br /&gt;7) First Cd: Some compilation thing that had the song, "Hooked on a Feeling" ooga chaka ooga chaka...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six have-you-evers.&lt;br /&gt;1) Have you ever dated one of your guy/girlfriends? No&lt;br /&gt;2) Have you ever broken the law? Got a misdemeanor for swimming in a watershed area.&lt;br /&gt;3) Have you ever been arrested? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;4) Have you ever skinny dipped? Nope, can't say that I have.&lt;br /&gt;5) Have you ever been on TV? I think I was on the news for basketball in high school.&lt;br /&gt;6) Have you ever kissed someone you didn't know? Nope. I'm boring like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIVE THINGS.&lt;br /&gt;1) Thing you are wearing: My new slippers.&lt;br /&gt;2) Things you've done today: Got up early and had to be the secretary for the PT desk, it was horrible. Then had basketball practice.&lt;br /&gt;3) Things you can hear right now: A Braun Pulsonic commercial.&lt;br /&gt;4) Things you can't live without: Air, food, roof over my head, having The Pup makes things a lot better.&lt;br /&gt;5) Things you do when you are bored: Watch TV, read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four places you have been today.&lt;br /&gt;1) PT Office&lt;br /&gt;2) Civic Center&lt;br /&gt;3) Albertsons&lt;br /&gt;4) Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three people you can tell anything to:&lt;br /&gt;1) Kneebo&lt;br /&gt;2) Kels&lt;br /&gt;3) The Pup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two choices:&lt;br /&gt;1) Black or White? Black or white what? It totally depends on what it is...&lt;br /&gt;2) Hot or Cold? I'd rather be cold that hot. If you are hot you can never take enough off, if you are cold you can always put more on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing you want to do before you die? Skydive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699535036836879147-470577195883443795?l=itspsychosomatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itspsychosomatic.blogspot.com/feeds/470577195883443795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699535036836879147&amp;postID=470577195883443795' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699535036836879147/posts/default/470577195883443795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699535036836879147/posts/default/470577195883443795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itspsychosomatic.blogspot.com/2007/12/meme-for-your-reading-pleasure.html' title='A MEME for Your Reading Pleasure'/><author><name>Cam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16029555600775133947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699535036836879147.post-3383473926354568993</id><published>2007-12-15T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T12:58:13.571-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Year from Hell'/><title type='text'>Greg Bub, Nick Bub, and Cam Bub</title><content type='html'>When I first graduated from college I got a job teaching PE at a pretty good sized Christian School in California.  I was hired to teach Kindergarten through 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; grade PE.  It was only three days a week but it was the worst job I ever had.  I learned that I am not cut out for working with kids that age.  I wanted to shoot myself in the foot about half way through the year.  I had had ENOUGH.  I am still tainted to this day.  I can only be around kids that age for about five minutes before I get a nervous tic.  One of the upsides to the job was I got to run around and play every day, the other upside was Greg.  Greg was a kindergartner in the "special class."  Greg's classmates were, for lack of a better word, insane.  Greg was a diagnosed mute.  He would not talk to adults.  His teacher warned me of this, and told me if I needed an answer from him for some reason to go through Nick, his buddy who would talk for him.  The first day of class, Greg growled at me.  Not a mean growl, just kind of a friendly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;RAWR&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I treated him like the rest of the kids.  When he was a little punk, he got time out, when he was good, I let him know it.  I started calling him Greg Bub and I called Nick, Nick Bub.  I'm not real sure where that came from, but when I would call him that he would grin and give me a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;rawr&lt;/span&gt;.  One day after Christmas break, I was handing out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;frisbees&lt;/span&gt; to groups of two.  Greg and Nick came up and I asked them what color &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;frisbee&lt;/span&gt; they wanted.  Greg looked right at me and said, "Blue! Blue!" I handed him a blue &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;frisbee&lt;/span&gt;, and they went on their merry way.  I never made a big deal of Greg talking to me, but from that day on we would have conversations.  He started calling me Cam Bub. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to meet his mom towards the end of the year at Field Day.  She went on to tell me that I was one of the 7 adults in Greg's life that he talked to.  All we could figure is that I was probably in the most "non-threatening" environment at school and all we did was play.  I look pretty young for my age so that could have been part of it.  Greg's teacher ended up asking me if I would give him his end of the year oral test.  He was a very smart kid.  He just didn't want to talk.  He must have had some amazing willpower to not talk to his teacher all year long, not one word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699535036836879147-3383473926354568993?l=itspsychosomatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itspsychosomatic.blogspot.com/feeds/3383473926354568993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699535036836879147&amp;postID=3383473926354568993' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699535036836879147/posts/default/3383473926354568993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699535036836879147/posts/default/3383473926354568993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itspsychosomatic.blogspot.com/2007/12/greg-bub-nick-bub-and-cam-bub.html' title='Greg Bub, Nick Bub, and Cam Bub'/><author><name>Cam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16029555600775133947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699535036836879147.post-3806809553589939358</id><published>2007-12-08T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T18:34:54.010-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Athletic Training'/><title type='text'>ACL is a Four Letter Word</title><content type='html'>Wrestling is a weird sport. Just because you are strong doesn't mean you are good at it. One of the kids at my school is just so strong for his size, but this is his first year wrestling. He gets pinned probably 1 out of 3 times. He finally got a pin today, it was pretty cool. Anyway, I digress... ACL, if you are an athlete of any level, you do not want to hear that abbreviation. It means surgery, holes drilled in the bones of your knee, painful recovery, painful rehab, and the end of your present season. And if you happen to play more than one sport, possibly the end of your next sport's season as well. I tore my ACL my senior year of high school and to a point I am glad it happened because it really helps with my job. When I have to tell a kid he probably tore his ACL, I can sympathize with him as well as prepare him for what is coming up with surgery and rehab, etc. I had to tell a kid he tore his ACL this weekend. When he described hearing and feeling the "POP" that comes with a torn ACL my knee instantly hurts and I feel slightly queasy. I explained what he needed to do for the rest of the weekend and that he needed to get in touch with an orthopaedic surgeon come Monday. I know he was trying very hard not to cry in front of me. I felt for him, I really did. The rest of the weekend was mostly uneventful. A gash over an eyebrow, a possible broken wrist, a bum hip, bumps and bruises and bloody noses...all a part of the wrestling experience. I am glad that my job of covering wrestling tournaments is pretty much over for the year. To end on a good note, my boys did get 2nd place in the tourney. Oh, and Duke won! It ended up a good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699535036836879147-3806809553589939358?l=itspsychosomatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itspsychosomatic.blogspot.com/feeds/3806809553589939358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699535036836879147&amp;postID=3806809553589939358' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699535036836879147/posts/default/3806809553589939358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699535036836879147/posts/default/3806809553589939358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itspsychosomatic.blogspot.com/2007/12/acl-is-four-letter-word.html' title='ACL is a Four Letter Word'/><author><name>Cam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16029555600775133947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699535036836879147.post-402668652139820485</id><published>2007-12-05T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T18:36:26.414-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Athletic Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Ah... High School Kids...</title><content type='html'>So I am an athletic trainer at a local high school. It is a small school, about 200 kids. I am there every afternoon for practices and games. Right now it is basketball and wrestling season. If you haven't picked up on it, I am a huge basketball fan. I used to coach where I lived before. The chick that is coaching the C Squad (freshmen) team has never coached before, so i offered to come over and help a little. It is fun because there is only nine of them, so I get to play when we scrimmage. Anyway, we were working on an in-bounds play and one of the freshman shot me a sarcastic comment so I called her a crack smoker, completely kidding. She got all bent out of whack, it was really quite funny. So then today the coach couldn't be there so I offered to run them through their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt; game practice. Crack smoker girl had all sorts of attitude towards me today. And the fact that we had demoted from her beloved point guard position a few days before was not helping her attitude. I so wanted to just tell her to shut her pie hole, but I'm not supposed to say such things, so I held my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tongue&lt;/span&gt;. High school kids, gotta love em.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699535036836879147-402668652139820485?l=itspsychosomatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itspsychosomatic.blogspot.com/feeds/402668652139820485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699535036836879147&amp;postID=402668652139820485' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699535036836879147/posts/default/402668652139820485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699535036836879147/posts/default/402668652139820485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itspsychosomatic.blogspot.com/2007/12/ah-high-school-kids.html' title='Ah... High School Kids...'/><author><name>Cam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16029555600775133947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699535036836879147.post-8414647958262774288</id><published>2007-12-02T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T18:36:56.033-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snowboarding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Pup'/><title type='text'>Garbage on the Ground and the Pup's Birthday</title><content type='html'>Today is the pup's birthday. He turned 2. Grandma (my mom) sent him some presents. He got some rawhide bones and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hoodie&lt;/span&gt;. Yeah, I know, dog clothes are a bit over the top, but it gets cold where I live, and I'll make him wear it when it is below zero so he can stay warm while I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;traipse&lt;/span&gt; around like the Nanook of the North in my snow pants and parka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to go snowboarding today. It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;conditions&lt;/span&gt;, only about half of the resort was open. As I was riding up the chairlift and I noticed all the garbage that people just drop on the clean, white snow. I mean seriously, there are trash cans at the bottom of the chair lift and at the top so its not like you would even have to haul your garbage down the hill with you, just get to the top and throw it away. Goodness! Besides the trash, it was a good day. I bit it a couple times pretty hard, but survived. I am a little sore from the first day out, but it will get better from here on out. I will sleep good tonight, I can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;guarantee&lt;/span&gt; that! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Alrighty&lt;/span&gt; then, I hope everyone out there had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;fabulicious&lt;/span&gt; weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699535036836879147-8414647958262774288?l=itspsychosomatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itspsychosomatic.blogspot.com/feeds/8414647958262774288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699535036836879147&amp;postID=8414647958262774288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699535036836879147/posts/default/8414647958262774288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699535036836879147/posts/default/8414647958262774288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itspsychosomatic.blogspot.com/2007/12/garbage-on-ground-and-pups-birthday.html' title='Garbage on the Ground and the Pup&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Cam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16029555600775133947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699535036836879147.post-3794835623807698724</id><published>2007-11-30T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T18:37:18.141-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><title type='text'>It Would Suck to be a Cow</title><content type='html'>I have to drive about 30 miles to get to work everyday. I was making the drive this afternoon and some trucker cut me off. I hate it when truckers feel the need to pass each other and then it takes 'em five minutes to get past the other truck. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Argh&lt;/span&gt;! Anyway, while I was waiting for the truck to get out of my way, I was noticing the cows. It would suck to be a cow. Especially here in the mountain west where it is now in the teens temperature wise. One of the first things I noticed was that the cows are a lot shaggier here. It looks funny when cows are shaggy, or maybe it just looks normal, and I'm the funny one. But wandering around in a snowy field all day trying to find something to eat in the freezing cold would be a horrible &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;existence&lt;/span&gt;. I'm really glad I'm not a cow. I get to zip around in my jeep that has a heater. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt; for heat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699535036836879147-3794835623807698724?l=itspsychosomatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itspsychosomatic.blogspot.com/feeds/3794835623807698724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699535036836879147&amp;postID=3794835623807698724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699535036836879147/posts/default/3794835623807698724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699535036836879147/posts/default/3794835623807698724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itspsychosomatic.blogspot.com/2007/11/it-would-suck-to-be-cow.html' title='It Would Suck to be a Cow'/><author><name>Cam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16029555600775133947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699535036836879147.post-1842756075266797483</id><published>2007-11-28T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T20:55:09.517-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basketball'/><title type='text'>College Ball on a Wednesday Night</title><content type='html'>So I am sitting here watching the Ohio State/UNC game and right now, the Buckeyes are winning. I don't know if they will hang on or not, but the fact that UNC is down right now makes me a little giddy. If you pay any attention to College Basketball you know that you can't like Duke without hating UNC and vice versa. Duke/UNC is a huge rivalry, the biggest in college ball. It is sacreligious to even try to like both of them, so don't do it. As you have noticed, if you read the "About Me" section, I am a fanatical Duke fan so anytime UNC is losing, it is a very good day. And the fact that Duke won last night, makes it even better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699535036836879147-1842756075266797483?l=itspsychosomatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itspsychosomatic.blogspot.com/feeds/1842756075266797483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699535036836879147&amp;postID=1842756075266797483' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699535036836879147/posts/default/1842756075266797483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699535036836879147/posts/default/1842756075266797483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itspsychosomatic.blogspot.com/2007/11/college-ball-on-wednesday-night.html' title='College Ball on a Wednesday Night'/><author><name>Cam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16029555600775133947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
