<?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-5591006</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:35:34.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bIlLy BlOg </title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome to "Billy Blog"!  Friend and visitor alike, make sure leave some comments.  It's what puts the "blog" in "Billy Blog".  I put the "Billy" in "Billy Blog" and everyone else puts in the "Blog"....you see, it's a group effort here.  Don't screw up! </subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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>111</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-109847532474206017</id><published>2004-10-22T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T13:18:24.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Katie and I thought it would be a good idea, especially before the wedding, to have an "us blog".  So, the "us blog" is located at  this address.  This is of course a "controversy free blog", so if your intentions are to stir something up from the past, then don't bother visiting the website.  All that nonsense that happened 5 or 6 months ago are over with and I am over it and I have no desire to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/109847532474206017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/109847532474206017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109847532474206017' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-109255211857526177</id><published>2004-08-14T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T23:41:58.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I know I said I wouldn't write on this blog anymore, BUT I thought I would let everyone know that I have found the love of my life, Katie, and tonight I proposed to her and she accepted.  We don't know when we are going to get married yet, but we will let all our friends know when the happy date is.As for me, life has never been better.  I can honestly say I have never been happier.  I do not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/109255211857526177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/109255211857526177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109255211857526177' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-108454867345505695</id><published>2004-05-14T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T11:09:43.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/108454867345505695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/108454867345505695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108454867345505695' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-107845432764606779</id><published>2004-03-04T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T18:03:46.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You know what they say: if you can't take the heat, then get out.  Well, I'm getting out.  I'm going to give the whole Blog thing a rest.  I started this Blog out as a way for my friends living far away to keep up with me and my life.  Unfortunately, it has turned into anything but that.  I have no problems with people not agreeing with me, but recently my friends have been the subject of attacks</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/107845432764606779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/107845432764606779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107845432764606779' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-107842486707830152</id><published>2004-03-04T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T10:29:57.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just put a 1,000 dollars on my credit card (half of which is mine).  That may not seem like a lot for some people, but for me, it's a bunch.  My father and I decided it was time to bond and we each bought a "flex-pass" to 20 Anaheim Angel games.  We plan on going to at least 10 games together, and the other games I can take someone or he can take a date, which in most likelihood, will be my Mom</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/107842486707830152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/107842486707830152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107842486707830152' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-107816404978863073</id><published>2004-03-01T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T10:02:57.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well the conference in Anaheim was divine.  Lucky for me, Friday night my friends Katie and Jen came down and we were able to spend time at Downtown Disney...otherwise, I would have been stuck (1) in my room alone, or (2) hanging out with a bunch of drunk teachers....which, come to think of it, is exactly what i did on Saturday night.  Anyway, downtown disney was a lot of fun and the House of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/107816404978863073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/107816404978863073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107816404978863073' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-107793006050230681</id><published>2004-02-27T17:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T18:30:42.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I could live like this, no problem.  The ol' school district as decided to hook me up with a 3 day vacation right across from Disneyland.  Of course, there's a catch:  I actually have to do stuff, like visit classrooms and go to meetings, but after 4 or 5 pm, the rest of the day is mine.  Other than that, nothing is new in BillyLand.  Life is treating me good.  My new dog Gizmo is adapting well</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/107793006050230681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/107793006050230681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107793006050230681' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-107759693150530155</id><published>2004-02-23T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T20:30:51.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What's up with Fox TV??  "The Littlest Groom"?  "My Big Fat Obnoxious Fiance"?  And who can forget everyone's favorite, "Temptation Island"?  It seems like their main goal is to attract as many absolute losers as they possibly can, which in retrospect, considering the number of complete losers in Utah and Idaho alone, is probably a very wise buisness move.  I can not begin to count the number of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/107759693150530155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/107759693150530155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107759693150530155' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-107705989796123493</id><published>2004-02-17T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T15:20:12.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I went to Tijuana yesterday with some family members.  TJ isn't really even worth your time unless you're going to buy Tequila and bring it back with you.  People think there are amazing deals there, but there really isn't unless you are a Drunk, Druggie, or complete pervert (I may be recommending TiJuana to a few people I know of).  What made it so awesome this time was the food......delicious, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/107705989796123493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/107705989796123493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107705989796123493' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-107668589889064221</id><published>2004-02-13T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T07:26:48.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Looks like my brother is coming down from college this weekend...I don't know why, but then again, neither does he probably.For all those curious readers, all three of you, yes I finally got my new dog.  Unlike some people who adopt monster-size dogs, this is a nice pocket sized one that will fit nicely into my carry-on luggage.  I have named her Gizmo because she has big ears.  Most people I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/107668589889064221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/107668589889064221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107668589889064221' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-107646751249309411</id><published>2004-02-10T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T10:07:21.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How about this!?!  Utah actually is good for something!""""Utah Lawmakers Scrap Education Mandates    SALT LAKE CITY - The Republican-dominated House voted Tuesday to make Utah the first state to scrap No Child Left Behind Act education mandates that would cost more than the federal government is willing to pay. Republicans dropped a threat to abandon the Bush administration program </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/107646751249309411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/107646751249309411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107646751249309411' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-107643570949640129</id><published>2004-02-10T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T09:56:56.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The musical UrineTown (I have no idea about the name) is coming to LA and everyone and their dog has told me to get off my butt and go see it.  The tickets are pretty expensive, more than The Producers even were, but I'll probably break down and go see it.......Daily thought: "It is impossible to travel faster than light, and certainly not desirable, as one's hat keeps blowing off." -Woody Allen</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/107643570949640129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/107643570949640129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107643570949640129' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-107629791894114763</id><published>2004-02-08T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T19:41:58.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today's been a good day.  Nothing spectacular at church happened, but you could tell the speakers and teachers really put some preparation into their lessons and talks, and that made all the difference.  Anyway, get this:  My friend Katie has a phobia of bananas  Seriously, you show her a banana or eat one in front of her, and she flips out.  Weird, huh?Daily thought:"Never forget that only </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/107629791894114763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/107629791894114763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107629791894114763' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-107587177760063369</id><published>2004-02-03T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T21:25:05.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been alive for nearly 25 years now and I continue to be amazed that people often asked me for my opinion.  "Do you not realize that I am the most opinionate man alive??" I think to myself.  Anyway, a co-worker came up to me and asked me about my thoughts concerning the whole Janet Jackson boobie thing during the Super Bowl.  I thought about it and then I said, "Well, it shouldn't surprise us</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/107587177760063369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/107587177760063369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107587177760063369' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-107577450200090493</id><published>2004-02-02T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T18:18:39.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Daily thought:  "During the Super Bowl, a new 'viagra' made it's debut with a commercial that contained the following disclaimer at the end: 'Please call your doctor if your erection lasts more than 4 hours.'  Now my question is, why in the world are you calling your doctor?  Call your girlfriend for crying out loud!  Give the Laker girls or the Dallas Cowboy cheerleaders a ring.  A 4 hour </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/107577450200090493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/107577450200090493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107577450200090493' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-107560414697891753</id><published>2004-01-31T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-31T18:57:23.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Don't you just hate it when you THINK there's something going on that you're invited to, but you're not sure.  Then you call someone up and/or leave a text message to find out, but they don't answer.  And then you're stuck in a situation.  You can call them again because maybe they simply didn't get the first message, but, what if they actually DID recieve your first message and just didn't want </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/107560414697891753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/107560414697891753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107560414697891753' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-107542720902714519</id><published>2004-01-29T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T17:54:28.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No wonder our kids are so stupid!  Look at the teachers teaching them.  I teach ELD at a middle school out by Palm Springs....ELD stands for English Language Development.  Basically, I get all the kids who have only been in the country for a few months and I teach them English, 'nuff said.  Anyway, these kids don't speak a lick of Engish, but they are incredibly bright and, all in all, very good </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/107542720902714519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/107542720902714519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107542720902714519' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-107531441251796786</id><published>2004-01-28T10:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T12:24:06.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm just going to come out and say it:  I am actually watching AND enjoying American Idol.  I know, I know, I resisted it for the first two seasons, but about a week back my mom cornered me and forced me to watch it with her and ever since, I'm hooked.  I still think Survivor and The Apprentice are far better reality TV shows, but it's fun watching people making complete idiots of themselves.....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/107531441251796786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/107531441251796786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107531441251796786' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-107517796401725913</id><published>2004-01-26T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T20:34:52.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You know, they should just get it over with and combine Costco and Sam's Club into one megastore.  I mean, they are practically the same stores and they are located less than a block from each other, and yet I continually find myself having to buy BOTH memberships because one store always seems to have things that I need that the other one doesn't have.  It's a conspiracy I tell you: "Hey Costco,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/107517796401725913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/107517796401725913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107517796401725913' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-107489084712203032</id><published>2004-01-23T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T11:02:11.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My friend Katie started her own webpage. Probably a bad move, because it's only been in existence for 2 days and she ALREADY has written more than I have in 6 months....oh well, some people have to vent I guess.  News on the front: A friend of mine is being deported...i mean deployed to Germany.  We had a little goodbye party for her at our Bishop's house.  About an hour into the party, I was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/107489084712203032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/107489084712203032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107489084712203032' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-107474343377543627</id><published>2004-01-21T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T19:52:01.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Occasionally, when pressed for time, I'll go to a fast food restaurant to get a bite to eat.  I'm not a big fan of McDonald's but I just LOVE the way your breath smells for DAYS after you've eaten there.  Anyway, in Desert Hot Springs, there's not many options on fast food restaurants, so I decided that McDonald's would do.  I pull up in the Drive-thru and then the lady over the intercom says, "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/107474343377543627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/107474343377543627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107474343377543627' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-107457744151115133</id><published>2004-01-19T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T07:38:05.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAPPY 6TH MONTH ANIVERSARY TO bIlLy BlOg!!!!!  For 6th months now, my blog has been....well, pretty much nothing, but it's still been here for six months.What better way to celebrate Martin Luther King Day by going down to San Diego and sharing it with our Mexican neighbors?  Our first stop in San Diego was at the temple, where we got a personal tour of the temple grounds by a cute little </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/107457744151115133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/107457744151115133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107457744151115133' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-107438427732158263</id><published>2004-01-17T16:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-17T16:11:33.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Holy Moley Guacamole Batman!  I just finished reading "The Da Vinci Code" by Dan Brown.......I enjoy reading but very rarely do I become enthralled in the story.....but this book knocked my socks off.  I couldn't put it down.  And it has more twists and surprises than a million boxes of cracker jacks (I apologize for the lame comparison).  I'm looking forward to this three day weekend.  The end</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/107438427732158263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/107438427732158263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107438427732158263' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-107429408051208570</id><published>2004-01-16T14:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T15:07:55.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Check this summary out for a new movie called "Latter Days" (definetly NOT written by a member of the church I dare say...unless he happens to be a total-frickin'-homo):"Christian (Wes Ramsey), a hunky, 20-something, West Hollywood party boy gets more than he bargains for when he tries to seduce 19-year-old Elder Aaron Davis (Steve Sandvoss), a sexually confused Mormon missionary who moves into</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/107429408051208570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/107429408051208570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107429408051208570' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-107413333209716494</id><published>2004-01-14T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T18:24:25.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have a little habit of calling all my spanish kids in my class by their English names.  I call Jorge, George, and I call Domingo, Sunday, and I call Eduardo, Edward.  And then, I have a student named Jesus (pronounced HEY-SOOS) and I have been calling him Jesus (pronounced, oh well, you know.)  Anyway, I've been thinking....why do spanish people name their kids after Jesus?  There are not any </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/107413333209716494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/107413333209716494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107413333209716494' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-107392706271415544</id><published>2004-01-12T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T09:12:42.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A couple of friends of mine, quite a few of them actually, have been after me for the past few weeks about signing up for one of those online LDS dating services.  I'm kinda skeptical...ok, VERY skeptical.....I just can't invision my one true love blossoming over a modem.  I mean, I'm open for advice, but I just don't think I've reached the level "desperateness" that is needed.  Now I recognize </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/107392706271415544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/107392706271415544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107392706271415544' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-107379351082520969</id><published>2004-01-10T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T20:03:40.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Mormon Night" at the Mighty Ducks game last night.  Of course I'm a Mormon, not a duck however (let alone a Mighty Duck), but one out of two ain't darn bad, so I decided to go.  Well, the Ducks lost miserably.....yep, they lost miserably on "Mormon night"....I sincerely hope there isn't a connection there.Actually, we left the game early and went to downtown disney where we, with the already </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/107379351082520969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/107379351082520969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107379351082520969' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-107336823626732697</id><published>2004-01-05T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T21:55:55.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We had perhaps the most ridiculous Elder's Quorum lesson ever this last Sunday, although I think I enjoyed more than any lesson ever.  The lesson:  How to go on a date with a girl.  Now, let me get this out in the air first.  I do not consider myself any grand prize.  I'm a normal guy.  Nothing spectacular, nothing horrible, just your average Joe Schmoe.  Now, with that said, as we were having </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/107336823626732697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/107336823626732697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107336823626732697' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-107324225539377506</id><published>2004-01-04T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-04T10:52:05.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, it's my last day of Christmas vacation.  Tomorrow I must start waking up at 5 am and babysitting the youth of our Illegal Immigrants.  Oh well, I've become just darn lazy these past few weeks and it's time for me to start doing something productive.  Some good news, I got my California Teaching Credential in the mail the other day.....well, not the real credential, but an official piece of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/107324225539377506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/107324225539377506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107324225539377506' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-107311409925652980</id><published>2004-01-02T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T23:16:08.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What's that I smell?  Ah, yes, a New Year!  Sorry, folks, I don't think I'll follow protocol and share with the entire world my New Year's resolutions.....however, rest assured that I have made a couple of them, and being that I'm a pretty stubborn guy (did I say "pretty stubborn"?  I meant "VERY stubborn"), I have no doubt I will accomplish them.  I love New's Years, perhaps more than any </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/107311409925652980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/107311409925652980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107311409925652980' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-107290552170378088</id><published>2003-12-31T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-31T13:28:09.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I found this interesting:  A girl, who will remain nameless, likes to list the Christmas presents she got on the Internet.  No harm in that.  Well, no harm until you read this list.  Check out what she got from a guy, whom I suppose is her boyfriend:-Elsa Peretti heart necklace from Tiffanys-Escada Sentiment perfume &amp; lotion-Cashmere sweater from Banana Republic-Angora sweater from Bebe-</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/107290552170378088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/107290552170378088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107290552170378088' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-107275380340289683</id><published>2003-12-29T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-29T23:07:06.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Allow me to share with you the greatest invention of all time: MP3 players.  Yes, you heard me correctly.  I got one for Christmas, and I must admit, at first I was somewhat skeptical.  However, these past few days have been pure musical enjoyment.  Instead of having a gigantic collection of 400 CDs in 3 huge folders I have to lug around, I am in the process of downloading all my CD's to this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/107275380340289683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/107275380340289683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107275380340289683' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-107249592792151153</id><published>2003-12-26T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T19:53:35.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just checked my little counter out a few moments ago and I just realized that I have officially reached 4000 visits.  Wow!  If only I was this popular in real life.  Anyway, I hope everyone had a great Christmas.  It was a much more relaxing Christmas than I'm used to, and the Lakers lost, but all in all, it was a great Christmas.  Maybe it's just me, but I like to make my New Year's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/107249592792151153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/107249592792151153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107249592792151153' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-107221006299650431</id><published>2003-12-23T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T19:34:09.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One of the wonderful things about being a teacher, besides being called the F-word nearly everyday, is the fact that we, like the students, get to enjoy Christmas Break.  That's right folks, 2 weeks and no work!  Of course, I'm am currently doing what every other middle school teacher is doing right this second, mainly nothing.  I am staying up late, sleeping in as long as I want, and consuming </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/107221006299650431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/107221006299650431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107221006299650431' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-107176055159707269</id><published>2003-12-18T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T19:33:49.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well I did it.  I have done the deed.  I have done something I promised myself I would never do: fight the crowds and try to see a Lord of the Rings movie on opening night.  The crowds really sucked, and we had to drive all the way down to Ontario Mills because every other theater was sold out, and I didn't get back home until midnight, but with that said I can honestly say that this movie was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/107176055159707269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/107176055159707269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107176055159707269' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-107126218236192180</id><published>2003-12-12T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T15:01:34.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I finally found my "Rated-R Mormon buddy" from a very unexpected source: MY MOM!  Yes, me and my mom went to see "The Last Samurai" last night and I can honeslty say two things: It was an amazing movie, and (2) I now have a thing for Asian women.  Actually, I'm going to see it again tonight with a few friends and I'm stoked!  And yes, Samurai swords are cool and i really want to go out and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/107126218236192180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/107126218236192180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107126218236192180' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-107090564631685585</id><published>2003-12-08T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T15:02:56.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well I went to go see Phantom of the Opera the other night (on closing night no less) with one of my very good friends and it was good...oh boy was it good.  It didn't knock my socks off like it did the first time I saw it 12 years ago, I'm not sure if it was because I knew what to expect, or it wasn't as good as last time, or our seats sucked, but it was an amazing experience nonetheless.  Boy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/107090564631685585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/107090564631685585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107090564631685585' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-106978281840045658</id><published>2003-11-25T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T09:54:08.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Talk about the weirdest night of my life....seriously!  I went to bed around 10:30 last night because I have to get up at 5 the next day.  I usually use my cell phone as an alarm because it is the only thing loud enough to wake me up.  Anyway, my phone goes off, just like it always does, and I get up get dressed, brush my teeth, and get ready for the day just like I always do.  I walk into the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106978281840045658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106978281840045658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106978281840045658' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-106969674421722730</id><published>2003-11-24T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T19:37:24.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I went to see the producers again this past Saturday night....sooooo cool!  I actually spent a little more money this time so I could get something other than the nose bleed seats like we had last time.  Perhaps the coolest part of the evening came at the end, after the play, when Mel Brooks was introduced and he stood up, perhaps only 20 feet away from me, and was waving at everybody.  There </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106969674421722730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106969674421722730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106969674421722730' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-106908241997604666</id><published>2003-11-17T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T07:20:42.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just read this magazine article, shown to me by a co-worker, one of those dumb "How to" articles found in girlie magazines.  The title of this one was "How to let a guy know you want to kiss him"....before I tell you what the article said, let me say that girls, if you want a guy to kiss you, it is usually best to simply say, "_______[insert name], I want you to kiss me."  But of course, where </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106908241997604666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106908241997604666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106908241997604666' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-106861594885313482</id><published>2003-11-11T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T21:45:46.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I went to the grand opening of Sports Chalet a few days ago and I'm not kidding when I say an employee asked us if we were ok and if they could help us at least once every minute.  I mean, do I look that hopelessly lost? [don't answer that question].  I felt like turning to one particularly unpleasant fellow in a tie who asked if he could help me, and say, "Yes, yes you can.  I looking for a nice</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106861594885313482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106861594885313482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106861594885313482' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-106814071749167075</id><published>2003-11-06T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T09:45:15.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just recieved an interesting piece of information from my friend Katie:"ok, so I went out with Jay after I wrote that last comment, and guess what... he was doing a session in the temple and your grandma was there PIMPING you out!! Some cute blonde came to the ward on Sunday looking for you. I only have one question, what room do you pimp out grandchildren in? Way to be Grandma!"  My </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106814071749167075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106814071749167075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106814071749167075' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-106796830490886286</id><published>2003-11-04T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T09:53:08.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Went to FHE the other night...we had a "color code" personality test which, surprisingly enough, turned out to be very accurate.  After answering about 50 questions or so, we were asked to count up all our "A's", "B's" and so forth, with each letter corresponding with a certain color.  Well, most of my answers were "A" which means I have a "red" personality....that's right folks, I'm red, so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106796830490886286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106796830490886286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106796830490886286' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-106763347186328000</id><published>2003-10-31T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-31T12:51:10.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday...payday...halloween...watching movies all day long...eating candy and spicey cheetos...does life get any better?  Also, for those individuals who are apparently BLIND, and can't see the link to my webpage on the right, follow this link to get there (yes, I know it is still incomplete and there are a few broken links...I'll get to it just as soon as I am no longer busy and money is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106763347186328000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106763347186328000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106763347186328000' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-106749039332643799</id><published>2003-10-29T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T21:06:28.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just love ticking people off.  Well, not everyone anyway, but really dumb people at least.  I went to Vons today, where there happens to be a quasi-retarded strike going on ("Paper of plastic sir?  Now, give me 17 dollars an hour please").  Anyway, needless to say, I don't care too much for the strike or for the picketers for that matter, which is why I won't let them deter me from buying </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106749039332643799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106749039332643799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106749039332643799' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-106723297298517930</id><published>2003-10-26T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-26T21:36:12.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yeah, it kinda sucks around Southern California right this second.  I want you to picture in your mind's eye the small city of Yucaipa.  Ok, now I want you to picture a circle around it, with everything outside the circle on FREAKING fire.  Fortunately, we have been spared thus far, but we have the essentials packed and ready to go in case we need to evacuate...you know, like DVD's, my priceless </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106723297298517930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106723297298517930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106723297298517930' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-106692819915642030</id><published>2003-10-23T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T10:26:06.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just found out a friend of mine up at BYU is getting married after only knowing the girl for two weeks.  Since everyone and their mother have opinions regarding this, let me throw in my two cents:I personally believe that engagments that occur after only knowing the other person after a few weeks (or even a few days with a few people I know) are...how do I put this nicely???.....stupid, lame,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106692819915642030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106692819915642030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106692819915642030' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-106679070627461138</id><published>2003-10-21T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T22:29:39.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Warning.  The following is a true story.  It may cause confusion, hyper-tension, and sweaty palms for people who dislike the use of the word "special" as a substitute for the word "stupid".  Proceed at your own risk.student: Mr. McIntosh, I dun't understand.me: You dun't understand what?student: This.me: What is "this"?student: [grasping the paper in his hands] This!me: Yes Edgar, I see </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106679070627461138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106679070627461138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106679070627461138' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-106667913976861425</id><published>2003-10-20T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T17:07:00.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I now know why people get addicted to drugs!  Because it beats the alternative: life.  I've been suffering from a nasty cold these past few days, and because of that my mother, the "pill-pusher" as we call her in my family, has had me on every type of medication known to man.  Anyway, the combination of all the pills has kinda taken me to La-la land, especially today.  In my fourth period class, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106667913976861425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106667913976861425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106667913976861425' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-106653926206741256</id><published>2003-10-18T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-18T21:54:22.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, here I go.  One of the greatest tragadies in the human existence is the fact that everyone in the world feels the need, yeah, even the obligation to express his or her opinions regarding EVERYTHING.  Religion, politics, entertainment relationships, you name it, and chances are everyone has an opinion regarding it, and worse yet, they feel the need to tell everyone they come in contact with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106653926206741256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106653926206741256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106653926206741256' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-106636773741111400</id><published>2003-10-16T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-16T22:15:37.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't know if i should be happy or pissed??  Yesterday I had a meeting I had to attend during the day, so I had a substitute watching my class.  I was worried and afraid that when I got back, my classroom would be completely destroyed.  Well anyway, I walk into the classroom this morning and everything seemed fine.  No signs of anything that went wrong the day before.  On my desk was a note </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106636773741111400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106636773741111400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106636773741111400' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-106592120641831789</id><published>2003-10-11T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-11T18:13:26.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I like to swallow my spit.  When I salivate, I prefer to swallow it rather than have it accumulate in my mouth, forming into a minature lake, and then have it start overflowing down my chin.  Hence the reason I hate the dentist.  Today, a Saturday no less, I went in to the dentist for a simple cleaning.  There was no pain or discomfort, but i felt like yelling at the top of my lungs as the lady </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106592120641831789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106592120641831789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106592120641831789' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-106584314179835338</id><published>2003-10-10T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T20:32:21.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Join the army! Travel the world, meet interesting people, and kill them."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106584314179835338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106584314179835338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106584314179835338' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-106558455093044622</id><published>2003-10-07T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T20:46:02.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I voted today for the California Recall.  Those who know me know I am a Republican, but not one who will just bend over and take whatever Republican candidates give me.  I'm not a HUGE Aw-nold fan, but as I was at the polling place trying to decide what to do, I figured, "Hey, what the heck.  Let's give the guy a chance.  He can't screw anything up more than this Davis fellow has.  AND, if </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106558455093044622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106558455093044622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106558455093044622' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-106548009081704305</id><published>2003-10-06T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T15:47:09.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow, the amount of support I have received concerning the "special" comment has been hearwarming.  I'm glad not every member of the church is an anal retard...oops, that was probably offense, so I apologize.  Unfortunately, I erased his or her comment...I wish I would not have so I could expose him or her for the fraud they really are.....I was criticized because President Hinckley has told us </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106548009081704305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106548009081704305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106548009081704305' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-10653800249090393</id><published>2003-10-05T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T11:53:44.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>General Conference weekend....nothing like it in the world.  And, everyone would be proud of me - I have not slept through a single talk yet.  Is President Hinckley the man or what?  Progress reports are due tomorrow so I spent most of yesterday grading papers, updating my rolls, and rolling my eyes at how bad a teacher I obviously am.And get this, some loser Mormon dude (or babe) made some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/10653800249090393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/10653800249090393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#10653800249090393' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-106502899845504053</id><published>2003-10-01T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T10:23:18.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A kid, one of my "slower" students, got upset with me today because i wouldn't let him take a nap in my class.  He became very upset after I had woken him up for the fourth time, and upon waking up, he jumped to his feet and yelled, "You're a poop head Mr. Mc.!!!!!!"  Ouch, that one hurt.  I've been called many things by my students, including a gringo, a F@#! head, and a piece of sh%$, but NEVER</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106502899845504053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106502899845504053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106502899845504053' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-106473013658949470</id><published>2003-09-27T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-27T23:22:16.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Howdy folks, this is Billy here...but of course you already knew that, because this is MY Blog after all, so it figures that I would be the one writing on it and not someone named Francis.  Anyway, I am still alive after one crazy week.  Back-to-School-Night was Thursday and it was awesome talking with the parents and seeing the kids in a different light.  It was nice being a "good guy" rather </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106473013658949470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106473013658949470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106473013658949470' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-106436864909220029</id><published>2003-09-23T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T18:58:41.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow, that was a little freaky.  Today at school we had a Lock Down.  Some psycho with a knife was running through campus and so we were locked in our rooms for an hour or so.  Yeah, a little freaky.  We weren't sure if there was someone with a gun on campus, or if some 7th grader was chasing girls around trying to staple their hair to the wall.  Oh well, everything worked good and I only had two </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106436864909220029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106436864909220029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106436864909220029' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-106429382630125948</id><published>2003-09-22T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T22:10:26.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"The sooner you leave the old cheese behind, the sooner you find new cheese."  In case you haven't noticed, I have been reading a book called "Who Moved My Cheese" and it is seriously one of the coolest, most thought provoking books in the world.  Stayed tuned to my blog for more cheesy advice.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106429382630125948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106429382630125948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106429382630125948' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-106419862549854301</id><published>2003-09-21T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-21T19:43:45.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, ok, ok people.  Yes, I am alive (sorry to dissapoint you).  Life is actually going very good, just incredibly busy though. This past week, and probably for the next few coming weeks, I am required to stay out in Palm Springs until 6 or 7 everyday because aparently new teachers don't have enough to do, so the district decided to sign me up for every club, association, staff, and union known to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106419862549854301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106419862549854301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106419862549854301' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-106377242550912131</id><published>2003-09-16T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-16T21:21:34.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No wonder this world is going to straight to heck (by heck i mean hell).  Today I read an article in the New York Times in which they interviewed 45,000 people (yes you heard me, 45,000 people) and asked them this one simple question, "Do you consider yourself a victim?"  A victim of society, a victim of circumstance, a victim of discrimination, a victim of WHATEVER, they did not specify.  Of the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106377242550912131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106377242550912131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106377242550912131' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-106359594251175184</id><published>2003-09-14T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-14T20:19:02.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today President Gordon B. Hinckley dedicated the Redlands California temple.  It was such an amazing experience, one you could easily classify as life changing.  Even better, I got to be an usher outside the temple and it was awesome to see the excitement of everyone present.  	However, without question, the best part of today occurred when President Hinckley left the temple following the last </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106359594251175184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106359594251175184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106359594251175184' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-106350419124698748</id><published>2003-09-13T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-13T18:49:51.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today is indeed a solemn and sad day for the single men in the Crafton Hills Singles ward.  Today, in Yucaipa, a brand new Cold Stone ice cream parlor opened for business.  Now, the young women in my ward have been awaiting the opening of this store more than the Second Coming itself.  And because of this, the number of petite young women will obviously be diminishing in the coming months.  This </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106350419124698748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106350419124698748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106350419124698748' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-106329992187534617</id><published>2003-09-11T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T10:09:34.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got this letter from a parent of a kid I gave a detention to yesterday: "Mr. Mackintos, I please ask you very much to remove Julian from the sit place were he is at.  Because it is not convinient for my kid to be distracted with a school partner.  I thank  you for you're compression and understand."  My response, was of course, "Huh!?!"  Are you trying to say, "Please move my kid because he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106329992187534617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106329992187534617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106329992187534617' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-106325394694549965</id><published>2003-09-10T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T21:24:58.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Most teachers are idiots, but the two teachers and two ESL aids I work with in the ESL department are awesome!  One of the teachers, Frank, is seriously one of the funniest guys I have ever met.  Today in his class, one of his stupid kids leaned over to one of his stupider kids and told the kid that is was lunch time....in the middle of freaking class.  The kid, not knowing his butt from a hole </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106325394694549965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106325394694549965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106325394694549965' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-106312744731891450</id><published>2003-09-09T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T21:24:01.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Reid, you would be proud of me: I teach 6th, 7th, and 8th graders and on occasion I have to give detentions to discipline my students.  So anyway, the other day I gave a girl named Maria a detention because she called one of my students a "Maricon".  Now, in all fairness to her, this kid is kinda sissy, but I can't have my students running around commenting on each others sexual preferences.  So </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106312744731891450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106312744731891450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106312744731891450' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-106304999251179649</id><published>2003-09-08T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-08T12:39:52.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lunch time at DSMS.  The time when 1,500 sugar-starved middle-schoolers make a darting dash for the lunch line where semi-frozen french fries and some substance resembling meat await them.  There is indeed nothing like it in the whole world.Surprisingly, today has been a good day.  The kids are apparently on their medication and I am fairly relaxed after a hectic, non-stop weekend.  I went to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106304999251179649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106304999251179649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106304999251179649' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-106268502025989439</id><published>2003-09-04T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-04T21:23:19.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm one of those guys where sometimes I'll say something and I'm the only person who thinks it's funny.  It doesn't happen a lot, but perhaps a little more than I would like it to.  so anyway, I went to Del Taco today.....and for some reason I thought it was "Taco Thursday" but that doesn't even exist, it's actually "Taco TUESDAY".  No big deal.  So anyway, as I'm picking my food up at the window</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106268502025989439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106268502025989439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106268502025989439' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-106260997065772099</id><published>2003-09-03T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-03T19:35:45.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You know what is disturbing?  A few days ago the VMA's were on, and every news station in the world covered them.  And goodness heck (sorry, Utah speaking), when those nasty skank hoes kissed, I mean freak, we're STILL talking about it.  Today were the Latin Grammy Awards, awesome, amazing music, and I have heard no more than 10 seconds talked about it on any television station.  What a shame.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106260997065772099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106260997065772099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106260997065772099' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-106255717246756713</id><published>2003-09-02T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-02T19:46:12.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, my dog Copper and I finally kissed and made up (Now slicky, no need getting jealous.  Copper is a BOY dog).  But we were able to sit down, work through our problems, and come to a reasonable conclusion: I promise to play more fetch with Copper if he promises to stop peeing on my tires.  Now that is how a relationship should be!I had my first day of class today.  One of my classes are all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106255717246756713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106255717246756713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106255717246756713' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-106247317199810883</id><published>2003-09-01T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-01T20:29:10.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well tomorrow is the day.  Tomorrow is the day I have to start growing up and being an adult.  Tomorrow is the day where I must make 7th graders cry.  In short, tomorrow is judgment day.  Wish me luck everyone, I always feel guilty making kids cry.Can I just tell you that I have the STUPIDEST dog in the world.  Copper, my beagle-mutt loves playing fetch.  Apparently, because we have been so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106247317199810883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106247317199810883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106247317199810883' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-106234918379334747</id><published>2003-08-31T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-31T18:26:36.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>           "Therefore...let us cheerfully do all things that lie in our power; and then may we stand still, with the utmost assurance, to see the salvation of God, and for his arm to be revealed." - D &amp; C 123:17     </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106234918379334747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106234918379334747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106234918379334747' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-106229228630971232</id><published>2003-08-30T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-30T19:56:37.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So here I am in front of my computer and I'm SOAKING WET!  I just got out of the shower.  I don't know about everyone else, but I look GOOD when I'm soaking wet.  I can't really explain it, it's just the way it is.  Kinda like women or physics, we know what they do but have no idea why.  Has anyone ever read any of Dave Barry's books?  He is the funniest writer that I know of.  Some girls ask </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106229228630971232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106229228630971232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106229228630971232' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-106220740115093145</id><published>2003-08-29T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-29T18:37:36.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I do not get paid enough for this job of mine.  I'm very busy with my own stuff, but now everyone and their mother has found out I'm fluent in Spanish and good with computers, so I'm running around EVERYWHERE, hooking up and fixing computers, and translating for parents who don't speak english.  Why do I have to be so darn desirable?  And now, I'm behind on my own stuff because i'm so charitable </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106220740115093145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106220740115093145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106220740115093145' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-106213473560732878</id><published>2003-08-28T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-28T22:25:35.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rayando el sol rayando por tiEsta pena me dueleMe quema sin tu amorNo me has llamadoEstoy desesperadoSon muchas lunasLas que te he lloradoRayando el solDesesperacianEs mas facil llegar al solQue a tu corazanA tu casa yo fuiY no te encontraEn el parque,En la plaza en el cineYo te busquaTe tengo atrapadaEntre mi piel y mi almaMas yo no puedo tantoY quiero estar junto a tiRayando</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106213473560732878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106213473560732878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106213473560732878' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-106204195887261631</id><published>2003-08-27T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-27T20:39:18.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well today was certainly interesting.  I went to the PSUSD New Teacher's Breakfast, and as I was walking up to the hotel some weird lady with a microphone came up to me and said, "Hi, we're with [some hick palm springs tv station] and we were trying to interview a few new teachers to get their impression of the school district."  I agreed, and the interview is contained below (True story):[</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106204195887261631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106204195887261631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106204195887261631' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-106193234681046481</id><published>2003-08-26T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T22:14:07.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well tomorrow, and probably for the rest of my life, I have to wake up at 5:30 and be out in the desert by 7 am.......fun (sarcasam intended).  Oh well, at least I'll have money and be able to afford Laker tickets, and theater tickets, and anything else that tickles my fancy.  Geesh, talk about a flashback to my freshman year in college: I stayed up until 3 am this morning, and I woke up at 7:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106193234681046481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106193234681046481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106193234681046481' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-106188295566117711</id><published>2003-08-26T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T00:31:20.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Serious blog, sorry (Isn't that funny that I have to put a little disclaimer at the beginning of a blog if I want to write something serious?).  Well everyone else is talking about it, let me put in my two cents:  The Ten Commandments Monument in Alabama or whatever hick state it is.  First let me say that I think the monument should be allowed in the courthouse and that it is STUPID that a court</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106188295566117711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106188295566117711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106188295566117711' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-106184875482303254</id><published>2003-08-25T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-25T15:53:43.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My classroom is almost done.  I went out there today and got almost everything finalized.  I even met two of my students, Jose and Juan.  Come to think of it, I have 3 Joses, 2 Juans, 3 Jesus's, and 2 Marias.......it's going to be a VERY long year.But you know something, today is the first time I've felt excited about teaching.  Recently I've been going through tons of different emotions: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106184875482303254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106184875482303254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106184875482303254' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-106174950270992051</id><published>2003-08-24T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-25T08:55:09.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Word out to my hommie who starts work at Coca Cola tomorrow.  See if you can get me some free samples, would ya!?! j/kCan I tell you about a tv show I have just recently discovered?  Malcom in the Middle.  I just started watching it a few weeks ago, and it is absolutely hilarious. There are very few TV shows I really get into, but I have to admit, I think this one has got me hooked.  Hope </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106174950270992051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106174950270992051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106174950270992051' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-106168333452449898</id><published>2003-08-23T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-23T20:01:23.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One thing I hate about "Relief Society Sisters" is all the gossip that goes on.  I went swimming the other day at a friends house.  There were 4 boys present and 2 girls.  Well, within minutes the "brethern" were abandoned in the spa and the "sisteren" had made their way into a far, dark corner where they spent over 45 minutes gossiping about anything and everyone and totally forgot that we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106168333452449898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106168333452449898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106168333452449898' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-106158963252781271</id><published>2003-08-22T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-22T17:43:18.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Well, a woman who'll kiss on the very first dateIs usually a hussyAnd a woman who'll kiss on the second time outIs anything but fussyBut a woman who'll wait till the third time aroundHead in the clouds - feet on the groundShe's the girl you're glad you foundShe's your Shipoopi!" - From the Music ManMy last day of freedom!  Boy am I living it up.  I slept in late, had a wonderful </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106158963252781271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106158963252781271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106158963252781271' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-106149951721543960</id><published>2003-08-21T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-21T22:21:39.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Dad is a big fan of a sci-fi author named Robert Heinlein. I've read some of his books, and they're pretty good.  However, I do not make animal sacrifices to a life-sized Robert Heinlein statue in my bedroom like my dad and brother do.  With that said, I will admit that Heinlein is perhaps the most quotable person in the world.  I stumbled across a few webpages with hundreds of his quotes, and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106149951721543960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106149951721543960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106149951721543960' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-106141969696852191</id><published>2003-08-20T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-21T15:52:41.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You know what is really unfortunate?  Usually, when two people are dating, they have a few songs that are "theirs".  Well, when my ex and I got together, she had NO songs but I had several, and so decided to "share" a few of my songs so we could be a cool couple.  Well a year and several soap opera scripts later, we are no longer together, but she kept my freaking songs! How cheap is that!?  This</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106141969696852191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106141969696852191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106141969696852191' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-106136362994002219</id><published>2003-08-20T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-20T00:33:07.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I swore to myself I wasn't going to Blog tonight, but after 2 Dr. Peppers for dinner, I no longer feel the desire to sleep.  Strange.  It's as though a foreign substance has entered my blood stream, and sped up my heartbeat, and is preventing me from sleeping.  I'll have to check into that.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106136362994002219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106136362994002219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106136362994002219' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-106133517003331481</id><published>2003-08-19T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-19T17:00:32.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Shake ya tailfeather baby!I went out to my classroom today to start setting things up.  I kid you not, my little Corolla was filled to capacity with stuff for my classroom....200 dollars of which I get reimbursed for, and other 300 dollars or so I get to take up the bum....no wonder teachers are so grumpy.  Anyway, I parked my car out in the parking lot and my classroom is located WAY in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106133517003331481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106133517003331481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106133517003331481' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-106123551835767159</id><published>2003-08-18T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-19T00:44:20.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Forgive me father for I have sinned!  After a wonderful time at our ward FHE, three women and I went to Starbucks.  Now, I am a very anti-starbucks person, but these girls kept on insisting, "Billy, I swear, it's not coffee."  I thought they were either nuts or lying, but I decided to give them a chance.  Well, the first thing I smelled when I walked in the door was nasty coffee (honestly I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106123551835767159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106123551835767159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106123551835767159' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-106118759462108609</id><published>2003-08-17T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-17T23:49:22.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Can I tell you how much I hate country music?  I lothe the stuff.  I believe that to enjoy 90% of country music you have to be mentally ill.  HOWEVER, with this said, I heard a country song yesterday that I actually liked.  It was by Toby Keith and it's called "I wanna talk about me" (or something like that)  In fact, since yesterday, a friend of mine gave me one of his cds and I have become </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106118759462108609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106118759462108609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106118759462108609' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-106109768057634006</id><published>2003-08-16T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-16T22:21:20.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm going to write this blog a little earlier in the evening for a change.  My dear young cousin Julie just got married today to a guy named Greg....don't even ask me their last name because I have no clue.  It was a splendid event and it was nice seeing almost the entire family.  It's  moments like these that allow me to sit back and think, "Geesh, am I really that friggin' old?"  I mean, Julie </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106109768057634006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106109768057634006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106109768057634006' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-106101952322434891</id><published>2003-08-16T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-16T00:40:44.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well it's again 1 am in the morning, which means time for another blog.  I can't write any blogs during the day, because I'm too awake and my mind is functioning properly.  1 am provides the perfect mindset to write my fun, often disturbing blog.Well, it looks as though "the gang" is officially coming to an end.  Reid is off to Hawaii, Matt off to provo, Sharon off to Idaho, and Billy off to...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106101952322434891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106101952322434891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106101952322434891' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-106092510709880260</id><published>2003-08-14T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-14T22:29:33.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just got done watching "The Green Mile"...such an awesome movie, a tear jerker all the way...definetly on my top 5 list.  I'm a pretty manly man, but the first time I saw this movie a year or so ago I shed a tear or two....I know, the shame.Someone raised the question, "Do you think Billy can be serious, or is he always funny?"  Well first off, I don't consider myself a real funny guy (lame </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106092510709880260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106092510709880260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106092510709880260' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-106088386035335210</id><published>2003-08-14T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-14T12:30:18.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We went to six flags AGAIN, the fourth time this summer, and to tell you the truth I think I'm done with six flags magic mountain.  The food is gross, extremely over-priced (we're talking 10 bucks for a hamburger and frozen fries over-priced here), it costs a bunch to get in the park, it's freaking hot, there are practically no water fountains, the park is trashy and incredibly run down, and they</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106088386035335210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106088386035335210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106088386035335210' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-106081029770285890</id><published>2003-08-13T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-13T14:38:48.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>     Man, I can't wait until I actually start my job.  Sleeping in until 11 am and not going to bed until 2 or 3 in the morning is becoming quite tiresome.       And I'm sorry to announce the termination of the Ji-had taking place over at my brother's webpage.  All of the Mormons have decided to do something productive with their time, however if you want to see a few very confused, anti-mormons</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106081029770285890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106081029770285890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106081029770285890' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-106071175229673006</id><published>2003-08-12T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-12T13:02:37.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My baby pictureYou know what really gets under my skin?  Just yesterday I found an "interesting" site....(and I swear I'm NOT making this up).....The LDS Skinny-Dipper Connection.  Ok, now I'm a resonable man, but this is just plain frickin' ridiculous.  You see, there's what we call the "spirit of the law" and the "letter of the law".  Now this example, I guess one could argue, follows the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106071175229673006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106071175229673006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106071175229673006' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-10605843467030622</id><published>2003-08-10T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-10T23:45:46.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, now i'm starting to get PO'd.  I have had nearly 200 freaking visits in the last 3 days, and almost no one is leaving any messages!  Come on guys, pull your own weight here!  Write something, anything, I don't care if I know you or not!  For example, "Billy, I like your Blog" or "Wow, what an amazing Blog you have" or "My Blog is bigger than yours".....you know, something like that.  Be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/10605843467030622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/10605843467030622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#10605843467030622' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-106049582451766506</id><published>2003-08-09T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-09T23:10:24.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't know if anyone noticed, but I put a counter on this webpage 3 days ago and I already have over 150 hits.  Now, about 142 of those were of me clicking the refresh button over and over, but the other 8 are entirely legitimate.  Wait until they here about this in Peru!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106049582451766506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106049582451766506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106049582451766506' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-106041581668636430</id><published>2003-08-09T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-09T00:56:56.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I went to see the movie "S.W.A.T." tonight.......and of course everyone knows that SWAT stands for: SomeWhere Around Toronto, which of course would explain the shock I had when I found out the movie had nothing to do with our friendly neighbors to the North.  There was no hockey, french accents, SARS, or Canadian Bacon. eh.  No, SWAT is about a bunch of LA Police dudes that really kick butt (In </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106041581668636430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106041581668636430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106041581668636430' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-106037400679597612</id><published>2003-08-08T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-08T16:24:52.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Time for a more serious blog.  My brother has officially declared ji-had on behalf of mormons everywhere (see comments below).  His webpage has become somewhat of a holy war, with Mormons and anti-mormons going at it.  I admit, I was a part of it a while back, but have since withdrawn my support.  Arguing about religion is never going to get anyone any where, period.  Even if hundreds of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106037400679597612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106037400679597612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106037400679597612' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591006.post-106015391857108387</id><published>2003-08-06T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-07T00:05:51.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I saw Tomb Raider II tonight.  It was a pretty good movie except for the fact that it contains perhaps the corniest schene I have EVER seen in my entire life in ANY movie.  I don't want to ruin it for anybody, but let's just say Laura Croft KO's a shark....yes i did say shark, you know those things that swim in the ocean and eat fish, seals, and catholics.  Actually, I'm just kidding about this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106015391857108387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591006/posts/default/106015391857108387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elshakiro.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106015391857108387' title=''/><author><name>elshakiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818188922009742922</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></entry></feed>
