<?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-6461669</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:44:44.918-01:00</updated><title type='text'>Natural Disaster...</title><subtitle type='html'>NOT QUITE YOUR AVERAGE  JOE</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buddawhat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461669/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buddawhat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514752948546868833</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>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461669.post-107749347033841605</id><published>2004-02-22T22:38:00.000-01:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T22:48:07.810-01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well well well.... CRAZY ol' Maurice.... sitting at your computer eating pop corn and drinking wine... this is what happens when the dowtown core of Halifax is closed and you can not go to work and have to stay at home, and watch even more snow fall after you  just watched 95 sm fall on thursday! GEESH when will this end?????&lt;br /&gt;I am becomming more and more scared for tomorrrow and the drive to work. I usually leave at 9 for work after rush hour, but I have a gut feeling with clogged streets and no where to park that this drive into work will be unlike any other normal morning... with any luck I will park somewhere and get yet another parking ticket... or better yet towed away! what is the deal witht he parking enforcement in Halifax anyways??? I swear I try to make meter runs and there are times I am not even 5 minutes late and there is already a ticket on my car... once I was unlocking my car to get in as he was putting the ticket under my wiper.... THANKS ALOT... lets see here... well I can not make out his name but I have 2 tickets to pay and your badge number is C455.... THANKS FOR YOUR HARD WORK AND DEDICATION!!!  well I guess that is all for now.. over and out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461669-107749347033841605?l=buddawhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461669/posts/default/107749347033841605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461669/posts/default/107749347033841605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buddawhat.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107749347033841605' title=''/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514752948546868833</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-6461669.post-107655701981006343</id><published>2004-02-12T02:10:00.000-01:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T02:39:30.170-01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to bed last nite, and as I turned off my light, one of the last things I looked at were 2 pictures of my dog. One of me and her napping on the den floor. the other of just her on my bed.... there is a story behind that picture that I find quite amusing. To give you a little background first, My little girl is a gorgeous black lab, named Hannah. My brother and sister in law have Hannah's sister, and they named her Clair. Hannah and Clair are totally different. Clair is quite a bit smaller, shiny coat, no droopey (sp??) skin, and I often wonder if she has ADD becuase the dog does not stop moving! Hannah being the opposite is playful but when she is tired she stops and sleeps. Shes a bit lazy, smart and very droopey! I REALLY miss Hannah, she lives with my parents 2 hours away, and I rarely get to see her. She lives there because she can run through woods, swim and be around ppl 24/7.... so I couldn't bring her to the city, not to mention dogs are not even allowed to VISIT in our building...???&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this blog is my memories of her and why I miss her, and why she is such a great companion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember picking up both puppies and the skankest of skank houses... actually shacks I have EVER seen in my life!! D-I-R-T-Y!!! the puppies were all very healthy and cute. on the way home we stopped at McDonalds parking lot to let them have some fresh air, have a drink, and maybe pee. The only thing both pups did was lay on their bellies with legs all spread out like a frog, so they could cool off on the freezing pavement!... To this day she will still lay like that sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;The first night we had them home they slept in a HUGE box in the living room... untill I couldn't take their freaking yelps at 4 in the morning from my basement bedroom. I took them into my room where both layed on my chest to be close to a heart beat... this worked out great untill I woke up to them walking around my bed and I picked Hannah up in the dark to take them out to pee only to have her have shit watery dog shit ALL OVER MY BED AND CLAIR!!!!!!!!!! HOLY GOD that STUNK!!!.. YUCK!&lt;br /&gt;We went for many winter storm walks, and summer walks.. that dog loves to walk,and jog and see other people.&lt;br /&gt;When she was just a pup she had her trail to walk from the deck door, off the deck and across some of the lawn to pee.... eventually the snow got so deep all you could see was a little black tail sticking straight up going through the snow... that was pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;in summer we even started playing soccor in the c ommunity field. this consisted of me running down the feild kicking the ball and having her fetch it... she even learned to accidently kick the ball...she was a natural!&lt;br /&gt;Just a few more... once she was in a bedroom, went through an end table, got stuck and was trying to get out the door and downstairs... but she couldn't poor thing, there is a great pic of my mom on all 4's to get her out of the table.. mom has pj's, no make up on and bedhead... GREAT pic... please don't kill me mom!&lt;br /&gt;Once we went swimming at the 'Falls' a huge water fall that used to be a prov. park. with my friend Jonelle and her dog Cocoa... Cocoa Cabana Hillis actually! They played fetch with a log of a stick, and Hannah always beat Cocoa and got the stick first... too bad Cocoa is a fat ass bitch eh Jonelle!????&lt;br /&gt;Now to get back to that second picture. I spent alot of time in our 'family room' in our basement on my pc which was off my bedroom. Hannah had a doggy bed beside my chair, so she was always close, and attached... and often slept there when I was not there. One nite I had friends over, and we were drinking before we went out and listened to loud music. Apparently we were being far too loud for Miss Hannah, so she got up pushed open my closed doors got up on my bed, which was made, pushed down the ALL the blankets to get perfectly comfortable! I guess all these stories would be better if was you and your own puppy/dog.... she is just like a child too me... which I pawned off to my parents but I miss her lots!&lt;br /&gt;Love you Hannah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461669-107655701981006343?l=buddawhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461669/posts/default/107655701981006343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461669/posts/default/107655701981006343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buddawhat.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107655701981006343' title=''/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514752948546868833</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-6461669.post-107655534759553649</id><published>2004-02-12T01:55:00.000-01:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T02:12:17.733-01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok&lt;br /&gt;So I am not so sleepy today! My day started off great... it consisted of going to the bathroom and comming out to a living room filled with my room mate, her parents and Bev. Her mother is sooooooooo GREAT!!!! she brought tons of groceries and bought us all some valentines day chocolates!!! ... I ofcourse knew this was comming, so I purchased a small rose plant and made her a card.... she is just too thoughtful and certainly deserves it!! I also have been pretty competitive with one of my other room mates in such competitons in baking, and present buying so far! I won the preseent buying.. muuahahaha! Take THAT 'JF'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I had a longggggggggggggg ass drive tonight. 1 1/2 hours in the car to teach skating for THREE hours... its a long day... to make it even longer, I had to pick up one of the most annoying kids (not to mention just plain DUMB... and that is putting it politely) for 30 minutes I had to listen to dumb questions and random statements such as...: My Grandmother made me this scarf and hat( which seriously made her look like  a gnome or elf!!!). Why is there a thing in your window saying 161? Why is the top of your windshield blue? Those ppl we just passed had a big present in their back seat!!! I honest to God think this kid is related to Ralph Wigum!  I DON'T WANT TO HEAR YOU SPEAK!!!!! Thank God on the way home I cranked the heat up becuase she was tired and she slept!&lt;br /&gt;When I finally made it home after what seemed a never ending drive, my room mates had prepared an awesome dinner with Ham, Potatoes, Broccoli, pickles, and I bought an apple pie so we had warm apple pie with vanilla ice cream... mmmmmm I have the BEST room mates ever!&lt;br /&gt;I also measured my jog from last nite... 4 km! Thats pretty long for very infrequent winter jogs... my summer jog is about 5 km usually so I am pretty proud that I was not only able to jog the whole time, but that I could walk perfectly fine today!&lt;br /&gt;Over and out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461669-107655534759553649?l=buddawhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461669/posts/default/107655534759553649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461669/posts/default/107655534759553649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buddawhat.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107655534759553649' title=''/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514752948546868833</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-6461669.post-107647764726022171</id><published>2004-02-11T04:18:00.000-01:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T04:36:36.496-01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, I am way to tired to be doing this, and actually applying some effort! Just to warn you all, I make alot of typos... actually tonight I discovered my most common mistyped word is 'just'. everytime I read what I wrote, it was 'jsut' everytime! anyway that is really boring.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was my normal day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:30 alarm goes off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hit Snooze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drag my  sorry ass out of bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shower etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run out the door to work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop at Tim Hortons and debate if it would be quicker to wait in the drive through, or go in and place my order.... by the way sometimes those women and pretty damn bitchy!!! I may not like my jobs all the time, but I am never rude to people that are paying my job...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to work, do my open and begin to  serve business people their lunch. You will begin to learn more about what I think as a server in the future. Todays luch was pretty slow so no good stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I get off of work, I drive to Sackville, pick up a student and drive to one hour to teach for an  hour and drive home and hour.... that drive is getting pretty damn boring now too.... she goes to sleep and I find myself struggling to stay awake too... its not fair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight, my room mates seemed pretty quiet watching tv in the living room. I am not sure why, I wasn't cranky, but I seemed cranky... I think it was jsut having those moments you want to be alone but your not   sad at all or anything.... so I decided to go for a jog.... now I used to      jog on a regular basis.. but in the past 4 months I have probably jogged 4 times!...so not only did I jog my normal lenght jog, I increased it alot, down a pretty long hill with one steep incline. I still have no idea how I made it back up the hill.... and I didn't fall down the stairs... tomorrow morning may be a different story though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other then that nothing really happened that is of any interest.... after everyone went to their rooms, I watched a PBS special.. thats right an PBS SPECIAL!!! all I can think of is that Simpsons episode when Betty White is hosting a PBS fundraiser, and Homer phones   in and donates alot of money he doesn't have so that it will go off the air and back to normal programming. Well this PBS special was on 9/11 and the engineering of the building, and why the towers fell etc....  it was very interesting, but brought back many sad memories of all the covereage and how awful it was. I have mixed feelings of 9/11 none the less stil tragic, and always brings tears to my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Ok this is just rambling, but I am getting started.. the good stuff is yet to come I SWEAR!!! 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