<?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-19803015</id><updated>2011-11-10T15:02:39.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Embedded Nerd</title><subtitle type='html'>Bitter...Party of One</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13367593526763171894</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>103</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-5910797577281642606</id><published>2011-11-10T14:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T15:02:39.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know that feeling?</title><content type='html'>That feeling when you see things just, kind of, come together?&amp;nbsp; Many times in ways you couldn't have imagined?&amp;nbsp; Yeah, that's not happening for me lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been experiencing that feeling when something good, maybe even great, is right there and you can taste it.&amp;nbsp; You can see how it will all work out and you may even lose control and let yourself get a little excited about the prospect.&amp;nbsp; Then it ever so gracefully falls apart in front of you.&amp;nbsp; So, you brush it off, remember all the good things and all the other opportunities and solutions there are, and you try again.&amp;nbsp; And it feels so good and reassuring when&amp;nbsp;another opportunity presents itself and you&amp;nbsp;are flooded with hope anew!&amp;nbsp; Then it falls apart and the opportunity show its true form as nothing of any value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat this 3 or 4 times over the course of a few weeks and it may end up being a tiny bit difficult to "keep your head up" because "it will all work out".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a talented, intelligent, good person that can offer SO much.&amp;nbsp; My wife is even more talented and kind and has vastly more to offer than me.&amp;nbsp; We are a good family that just keeps trying to do our best for ourselves and our kids.&amp;nbsp; So why can we not catch a fucking break, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-5910797577281642606?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/5910797577281642606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=5910797577281642606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/5910797577281642606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/5910797577281642606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2011/11/you-know-that-feeling.html' title='You know that feeling?'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13367593526763171894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-8635187391774016106</id><published>2011-11-09T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T13:13:15.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>T minus 1 week</title><content type='html'>So, it's 1 week until I am officially an unemployed bum.&amp;nbsp; Strangely, I am lacking almost all of the lifeforce-sucking anxiety and fear that usually accompanies such an event.&amp;nbsp; I have a few leads on the go and pretty good ideas for keeping us off the streets but nothing concrete.&amp;nbsp; Yet, I feel pretty good about the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my day today has been spent thinking of ways to get the new Call of Duty game on the cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have a clue how all of this is going to work out in the end, but I know it is going to work out and we'll be ok, or better than ok actually, and I'm kind of excited to see how it all turns out.&amp;nbsp; It's like our very own exciting dramatic movie that's made by Disney so you know it's going to have a happy ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except it can't be made by Disney because there has to be lots of steamy 'romance' scenes in this movie.&amp;nbsp; Rrraaarrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-8635187391774016106?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/8635187391774016106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=8635187391774016106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/8635187391774016106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/8635187391774016106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2011/11/t-minus-1-week.html' title='T minus 1 week'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13367593526763171894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-2618355813277458560</id><published>2011-11-08T15:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T15:56:57.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It snowed today</title><content type='html'>Apparently someone must have said that it couldn't get any more depressing because it decided to snow today. Nice.&amp;nbsp; In case any of the thousands and thousands of my readers don't know, I strongly dislike winter. STRONGLY.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll go home and try to find the bottom of a vodka bottle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-2618355813277458560?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/2618355813277458560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=2618355813277458560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/2618355813277458560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/2618355813277458560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2011/11/it-snowed-today.html' title='It snowed today'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13367593526763171894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-4160963165892804820</id><published>2011-11-02T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T16:00:12.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotions</title><content type='html'>Here's my stance.&amp;nbsp; Emotions are a double-edged sword.&amp;nbsp; On one hand, life would be nothing without them.&amp;nbsp; If there is no happiness there is no enjoyment and if there is no enjoyment of anything then what is the point, we're all just robots.&amp;nbsp; So that sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, emotions cause problems.&amp;nbsp; Now at this point I could go on and on about the wars around the world and the endless negative effects emotions have on our world, but I'm really only concerned with myself.&amp;nbsp; World, you're on your own right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I am facing unemployment with no solid solution for that upcoming problem.&amp;nbsp; Most of the time I feel alright with it because I know that I am skilled, I am a genuinely good person, and one way or another everything will work out.&amp;nbsp; On top of that I am keenly aware that all this stuff we worry so much about and work so hard to keep (house, car, phones, TVs etc.) is just that, stuff.&amp;nbsp; In the end I truly don't care about the stuff.&amp;nbsp; The problem comes with the instability of emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm floating through my day doing what I can to find new leads and keep my head clear so that I don't drop any of the many balls in the air when suddenly, boom, I'm feeling depressed.&amp;nbsp; Depressed and hopeless and hollow and sick to my stomach.&amp;nbsp; I try reminding myself how I was feeling a few minutes ago and why I should be feeling good.&amp;nbsp; I try going outside to get fresh air and see the world.&amp;nbsp; I even try watching online comedy.&amp;nbsp; No luck, still stuck.(awesome reference that my 5 year old would totally get)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as much as I know that without emotions there is no humanity and no real life, sometimes I wish emotions would just piss off for awhile so I could figure some shit out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, you might want to be careful when reading my posts for the next little while, they may very well be boring, depressing and downright annoying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-4160963165892804820?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/4160963165892804820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=4160963165892804820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/4160963165892804820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/4160963165892804820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2011/11/emotions.html' title='Emotions'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13367593526763171894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-6966278522130026696</id><published>2011-10-31T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T12:20:26.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alright, here it is for now...</title><content type='html'>I looked through the basic templates and choices in Blogger and found that this was one of the least offensive combos that I could find in 3 minutes or less.&amp;nbsp; No idea why there's a blurry guy with a camera in the background but at least the colors don't make me want to vomit.&lt;br /&gt;So, for now, this is it I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the title blows a bit too, so I'll have to work on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-6966278522130026696?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/6966278522130026696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=6966278522130026696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/6966278522130026696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/6966278522130026696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2011/10/alright-here-it-is-for-now.html' title='Alright, here it is for now...'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13367593526763171894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-6514052262692816454</id><published>2011-10-27T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T21:05:47.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't get too excited...</title><content type='html'>Now that I see all the cool new shit Blogger has to offer it's probably going to take me a few days to figure out just how I want this thing to look, cause it is anything but manly right now.&lt;br /&gt;And then I may just unleash the awesomeness. Maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-6514052262692816454?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/6514052262692816454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=6514052262692816454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/6514052262692816454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/6514052262692816454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2011/10/dont-get-too-excited.html' title='Don&apos;t get too excited...'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13367593526763171894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-10197775543902639</id><published>2011-10-25T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T23:48:48.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing...Testing...Can Anybody Hear Me?</title><content type='html'>Hmmm....if I can remember how to work this thing maybe I'll scrape the dust of it, with a chisel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-10197775543902639?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/10197775543902639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=10197775543902639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/10197775543902639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/10197775543902639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2011/10/testingtestingcan-anybody-hear-me.html' title='Testing...Testing...Can Anybody Hear Me?'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-5666556319355966403</id><published>2008-02-11T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T15:30:24.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three of my Favorite Letters</title><content type='html'>PVR.&lt;br /&gt;We got a new one yesterday.  Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;Dual-Tuners, Name-Based Recording, Split-Screen PIP, 200 Hours of Recording Time.&lt;br /&gt;And it was a free upgrade.&lt;br /&gt;Life is so sweet right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but now I want a new TV...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-5666556319355966403?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/5666556319355966403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=5666556319355966403' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/5666556319355966403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/5666556319355966403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2008/02/three-of-my-favorite-letters.html' title='Three of my Favorite Letters'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-8891438041743315000</id><published>2008-02-04T13:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T13:59:06.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ha, that's funny</title><content type='html'>I just read one of my own posts from last year in March and it made me laugh.  The post was me bitching about how everyone was going to Disneyland but us.  Now, it's almost a year later, we're living in a different place, new job, new everything, but Disneyland is still our current topic of conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cool thing is, this time we're the ones going.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-8891438041743315000?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/8891438041743315000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=8891438041743315000' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/8891438041743315000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/8891438041743315000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2008/02/ha-thats-funny.html' title='Ha, that&apos;s funny'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-5549868656023977563</id><published>2008-02-04T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T13:52:52.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow, This Thing Still Works...Cool.</title><content type='html'>Yes, I am that bored that I just spent 15 mins trying to remember my username and password to see if this thing still worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mondays are just uncalled for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-5549868656023977563?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/5549868656023977563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=5549868656023977563' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/5549868656023977563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/5549868656023977563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2008/02/wow-this-thing-still-workscool.html' title='Wow, This Thing Still Works...Cool.'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-3503398238143171564</id><published>2007-05-03T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T23:43:56.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Out!</title><content type='html'>Everyone hold in your tears, it's time to be strong together.  It's over.  This blog is done.  I know how much I thrill you all with my posts once every three months, but it's done now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the fun, it was....well, fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-3503398238143171564?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/3503398238143171564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=3503398238143171564' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/3503398238143171564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/3503398238143171564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-out.html' title='I&apos;m Out!'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-7295019796005057386</id><published>2007-04-17T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T07:48:13.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interviews Make Me Nervous</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.whoorl.com"&gt;Whoorl&lt;/a&gt; had a great post yesterday answering 5 interview questions from another blogger and offering to pass along interview questions to commenters on her post.  Of course this meant I had to comment and ask to be interviewed right away.  I mean, c'mon, everyone else was doing it!  Baaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;a href="http://www.whoorl.com/"&gt;Whoorl&lt;/a&gt;, here's your answers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Bright blue or bright green?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  &lt;/strong&gt;Bright? Really? Why anything would have to be bright blue or bright green I do not know.  Cause unless it's a light, it need not be bright.  Hey, that was good.  That was like OJ aquittal type stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if I had to choose, I would choose &lt;strong&gt;bright blue&lt;/strong&gt;, because there is really no good place for bright green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. What is the first thing you do when you wake up in the morning?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  &lt;/strong&gt;Usually I cuddle up to my wife and try to get a little somethin'-somethin'.  And when that doesn't pan out I go downstairs and have a coffee because without coffee there is no day.&lt;br /&gt;I love my coffee.  I get excited the night before when I'm preparing the coffee maker and setting the timer because I know just how awesome it's going to be to wake up the next morning and not even have to wait for it to brew.&lt;br /&gt;So after my coffee I'm not usually too upset about the failure of the first part of my morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. What is your favorite candy bar?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  &lt;/strong&gt;First, do you seriously call them candy bars?  That's a US thing, right?  Like referring to pop as soda?  So cool.  It's straight out of a movie or something, and since I still hold on to the belief that life really can be just like a Hollywood movie, that kind of thing makes my world a better place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to answer your question, Snickers.  It's true what they say, it really satifies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. What is your favorite childhood memory?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  This is a tough one.  See, I don't have a lot of memories.  Seriously, ask my wife about this.  I still believe it's some undiagnosed medical condition but it is almost impossible for me to have clear long-term memories.  I don't forget things altogether but anything past 6 months starts to become blurry and much more general.&lt;br /&gt;For instance, my family and I went to Germany for 4 weeks when I was in grade 12.  Grade 12, not grade 2.  I remember going and everything but I don't have any real 'pictures in my mind' from it or anything.  It really sucks ass, because I want to remember things properly, I really want to.  I just can't do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as for childhood memory, let's say it was the time that my family and I went to the beach and spent the whole day playing in the water and eating ice cream together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lived near a lake so I'm sure we must have done something like that at least once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Do you believe in past lives?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Nope.  I'm a Christian man and that just does not fit in.  Plus, I'm a scientific man, and to my brain, past lives doesn't even come close to making sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well everyone, I hope you enjoyed your little trip down my Too Much Information highway.  Take a little something to help you sleep tonight, it'll help avoid the nightmares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to join in on the eau de chain-letter bonanza, follow these directions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Leave me a comment saying, “Interview me.”&lt;br /&gt;2. I will respond by emailing you five questions. I get to pick the questions.&lt;br /&gt;3. You will update your blog with the answers to the questions.&lt;br /&gt;4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.&lt;br /&gt;5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-7295019796005057386?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/7295019796005057386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=7295019796005057386' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/7295019796005057386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/7295019796005057386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2007/04/interviews-make-me-nervous.html' title='Interviews Make Me Nervous'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-184714432512057494</id><published>2007-03-27T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T14:07:31.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesdays with Kayla</title><content type='html'>Tuesday afternoon, I'm at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ring.Ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello?" Silence. "Who's this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi Kayla, how are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Was Mommy the first one you gave the ring to? Her diamond ring."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, sweetie, Mommy was the first one, she's the only one I wanted."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She was? Was she the most beautiful you had ever seen?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, and she still is the most beautiful, isn't she?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, she is.  And she liked the ring?  She wanted to have it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, she did like it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's why she said Yes to marry you?  She wanted the ring?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I guess so, sweetheart, why don't you ask Mommy about that."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-184714432512057494?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/184714432512057494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=184714432512057494' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/184714432512057494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/184714432512057494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2007/03/tuesdays-with-kayla.html' title='Tuesdays with Kayla'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-5279187080688686819</id><published>2007-03-25T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T00:09:17.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Dads</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://rogalls.blogspot.com"&gt;Vicki&lt;/a&gt; just got tagged by &lt;a href="http://www.dutchblitz.com"&gt;Angella&lt;/a&gt; for a post called "Real Moms".   I decided to do my own similar thing to represent the men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real Dads get their kids to do their work for them while convincing them it's a privelage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://www.dropshots.com/dropshotsplayer.swf" width="320" height="310" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="url=http://www.dropshots.com/photos/199587/20070324/170832.flv&amp;post=1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:8;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/"&gt;Photo Sharing&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/"&gt;Upload Video&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/"&gt;Video Sharing&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/"&gt;Share Photos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://www.dropshots.com/dropshotsplayer.swf" width="320" height="310" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="url=http://www.dropshots.com/photos/199587/20070325/080246.flv&amp;amp;post=1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:8;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/"&gt;Photo Sharing&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/"&gt;Upload Video&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/"&gt;Video Sharing&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/"&gt;Share Photos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-5279187080688686819?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/5279187080688686819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=5279187080688686819' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/5279187080688686819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/5279187080688686819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2007/03/real-dads.html' title='Real Dads'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-7295986567824375300</id><published>2007-03-19T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T15:56:17.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want To Go To Disneyland</title><content type='html'>I swear, by May, everyone I have ever known or will ever know will have gone to Disneyland!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the heck, people, since when is a trip to Disneyland not such a big thing!?  According to my childhood it was the biggest, most expensive, once-in-a-lifetime thing that you could only dream of, and now everyone and there dog is jetting off for another cup of tea with Mickey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not.Fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And trust me, I am the king of the "Life's not fair, no one said it would be, suck it up" attitude.  I always figure, if you don't like something, don't complain, change it.  But Disneyland is my exception, my Mulligan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to go to Disneyland, and it's not fair that everyone else gets to go!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go pout.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-7295986567824375300?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/7295986567824375300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=7295986567824375300' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/7295986567824375300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/7295986567824375300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-want-to-go-to-disneyland.html' title='I Want To Go To Disneyland'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-4128077646353519095</id><published>2007-03-14T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T08:43:29.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Southern California</title><content type='html'>I want to move there.  I am so sick of the weather around here.  We had rain on the weekend as though God himself decided to remind us of just what He could do.&lt;br /&gt;So, I think to myself, we're young, we're smart(well, Vicki's smart).  We have the world at our feet, so why are we living somewhere we don't want to be, somewhere with weather like this?  Let's pack up our shit and move to Southern California!  Sure we wouldn't know a single person there, but the sunny weather would surely make up for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As in turns out, you're not really allowed to just 'move to Southern California'.  You need a working visa (mine works fine, it's just maxed out(hee hee)) and oh yeah, a job.  And apparently it's not the cheapest place on earth to live either.  Plus, the entire vision in my head of our life there is a complete fantasy since I only know what I've learned about it from the movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess we'll stay put for now, it's sunny today anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-4128077646353519095?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/4128077646353519095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=4128077646353519095' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/4128077646353519095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/4128077646353519095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2007/03/southern-california.html' title='Southern California'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-3198002545037857789</id><published>2007-02-22T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T11:51:59.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Vicki!</title><content type='html'>It's Vicki's birthday today, so stop by her blog and leave her a comment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it is also my Dad's birthday today too!  Happy Birthday Dad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-3198002545037857789?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/3198002545037857789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=3198002545037857789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/3198002545037857789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/3198002545037857789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-birthday-vicki.html' title='Happy Birthday Vicki!'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-8640988468867297332</id><published>2007-02-20T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T12:18:56.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Post for the Sake of Posting</title><content type='html'>Wow, it has been &lt;em&gt;forever&lt;/em&gt; since I posted.  And yet, I still have nothing worth posting.  I've been thinking about shutting this down and just guest-posting on Vicki's blog from time to time.  Maybe I'll do that.  Hmmm, lemme think.  Stream of conciousness posting is fun.  Vicki makes good apple bran muffins.  Hmmm, nah, I'll keep this thing for now, why not.  I'm actually just too lazy to figure out how to get rid of it.  Vicki's birthday is coming up, I should plan something.  Sweet, it's Tuesday, House is on tonight.  I should eat some lunch, I'm hungry.  Ow, I just burnt my lip on my coffee, dammit.  I don't feel like working and the internet is boring.  Maybe I'll play online ping-pong, that's fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-8640988468867297332?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/8640988468867297332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=8640988468867297332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/8640988468867297332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/8640988468867297332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2007/02/post-for-sake-of-posting.html' title='A Post for the Sake of Posting'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-7743197556722627904</id><published>2007-02-02T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T07:32:02.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncle Andy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://rogall.blogspot.com"&gt;Vicki&lt;/a&gt; has a post and a great picture of her Uncle Andy.  He passed away suddenly this week and we're going to the Okanagan today to remember him.&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Andy was amazing.  He had an amazing amount of knowledge about so many things, and he always had something interesting to talk about.  I met Uncle Andy for the first time at Vicki's grandmother's house on Christmas Eve 1993 and he has held a special place in my heart ever since.  I will miss his stories and his smiles and his ability to always make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Uncle Andy, we love you very much and we will miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-7743197556722627904?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/7743197556722627904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=7743197556722627904' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/7743197556722627904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/7743197556722627904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2007/02/uncle-andy.html' title='Uncle Andy'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-484317345599219557</id><published>2007-01-29T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T09:46:47.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thrown Under The Bus</title><content type='html'>4:20am - Alarm goes off.&lt;br /&gt;Vicki - "I'll hit snooze, we can cuddle"&lt;br /&gt;Me - "No, just turn it off, I'm up"&lt;br /&gt;6:00am - I wake up again.  Cuddling always puts me sleep.(TMI?)&lt;br /&gt;6:20am - Ready to leave. I feel like I'm forgetting something....aww, screw it, I'm late.&lt;br /&gt;7:30am - Phone call at work, it's Vicki.  Reminds me what I forgot, I didn't re-set the alarm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She slept in.  The kids slept in.  Not good.  Well, coffee will help her get through it.  Oops, forgot to make coffee.  At least I prepped a bottle for the baby to make it easier if she needs it.  Oh yeah, I used that bottle and left it dirty by the sink.  So she's running late, so just give the kids some cereal for breakfast, that'll save time.  Hang on, I finished the cereal, I hope we have more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, right?  This morning will be good for building character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what color roses she'd like?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-484317345599219557?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/484317345599219557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=484317345599219557' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/484317345599219557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/484317345599219557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2007/01/thrown-under-bus.html' title='Thrown Under The Bus'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-6339911678807988796</id><published>2007-01-28T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T12:21:51.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Little Artist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Here's a drawing Kayla did last week. I was surprised at how well she did, that's a kickass crab!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025178946847343074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_K2m4FJqbeUg/Rb0FoKubgeI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ULhqf9pHyN0/s400/2007_01260011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-6339911678807988796?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/6339911678807988796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=6339911678807988796' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/6339911678807988796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/6339911678807988796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2007/01/our-little-artist.html' title='Our Little Artist'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_K2m4FJqbeUg/Rb0FoKubgeI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ULhqf9pHyN0/s72-c/2007_01260011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-6531451996974763849</id><published>2007-01-04T12:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T12:21:24.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To My Adoring Fans</title><content type='html'>If you want to read a post for today, all 3 of you can go over to &lt;a href="http://rogall.blogspot.com"&gt;Vicki's&lt;/a&gt; site to read my guest-post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-6531451996974763849?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/6531451996974763849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=6531451996974763849' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/6531451996974763849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/6531451996974763849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2007/01/to-my-adoring-fans.html' title='To My Adoring Fans'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-2972723976093722821</id><published>2006-12-18T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T19:03:28.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Can Stop Dialing Child Welfare</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We do actually give our children coats when we go outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm referring of course to the picture on our Christmas card this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010002754102265666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_K2m4FJqbeUg/RYca9fH-h0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wU4AmYqBsSQ/s400/2006_12040021.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;u&gt;Exhibit #1 - Child Welfare Services v. Rogall&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The five of us all look happy and healthy, but Megan and Kayla are noticeably 'sans veste'. So, here are a few quick facts that you need to know before you lose any sleep over the well being of our older children:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Fact #1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Their nice, warm, winter jackets were about 3 feet away, just out of frame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Fact #2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;They were only without their coats for the few seconds it took to snap the pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Fact #3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Although we look happy and bright, this picture was the culmination of two hours of pose changes, venue changes, yelling, empty threats, and ultimately bribery. We got the shot, everyone looked good, and when we realized that the picture was going to be Exhibit #1 in the case for Child Welfare taking away our children, I refused to try to recreate that 'magic' with the jackets on, or everyone's jackets off, or whatever else it would've taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there you have it, the true meaning of Christmas. Hiding the truth about how tough life really is and how much extra, unnecessary stress this season adds, with a 4x6 glossy Christmas card your family almost killed each other to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring on the eggnog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-2972723976093722821?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/2972723976093722821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=2972723976093722821' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/2972723976093722821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/2972723976093722821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2006/12/you-can-stop-dialing-child-welfare.html' title='You Can Stop Dialing Child Welfare'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K2m4FJqbeUg/RYca9fH-h0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wU4AmYqBsSQ/s72-c/2006_12040021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-3126730385773020707</id><published>2006-12-14T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T06:53:37.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Calling It</title><content type='html'>Borrowing this phrase from my beautiful wife, her and I were talking while we were out Christmas shopping last night and I thought of something that I'll bet you will see in the next 5 years, so, I'm calling it now.  It will be the next big self-indulgence for the rich people out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drug-induced coma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay with me here.  I'm not a doctor and my knowledge on this amounts to simply imagining what it must be like, but it makes sense.  It will be like the most restful vacation you could ever get.  Instead of going to Fiji or something, people will go to the clinic and be put into a coma for a week or two.  Think about it.  How rested would you be if you could sleep for a week, literally!  I would sign up in a second!  That would rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, this is definitely going to be the next big thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I definitely need to get more sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-3126730385773020707?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/3126730385773020707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=3126730385773020707' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/3126730385773020707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/3126730385773020707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-calling-it.html' title='I&apos;m Calling It'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-8250627580467682079</id><published>2006-11-26T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T09:27:08.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Get Your Hopes Up Kids</title><content type='html'>"It doesn't ever snow here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast-Forward 20mins, it's snowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alright, so sometimes it will snow, but it doesn't stick, it just makes the roads wet, like rain."&lt;br /&gt;"There is almost no chance you will ever get to make a snowman here, sorry kids."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast-Forward two hours, it's sticking.&lt;br /&gt;Fast-Forward to the next day, today. We made a snowman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Mother Nature's ironic sense of humor, I'm now a complete liar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, that's about right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;P.S.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I love the first two pictures. They look so different, yet they were taken at the same time, one with flash and one without. Photography is cool. I should learn about it sometime. And check out how deep in the snow the stroller is, you can even see the wheels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px 0 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2951/2417/320/489565/2006_11260012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px 0 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: right" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2951/2417/320/652058/2006_11260013.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2951/2417/1600/460122/2006_11260017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px 0 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2951/2417/320/462629/2006_11260017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px 0 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: right" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2951/2417/320/153232/2006_11260024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2951/2417/1600/190645/2006_11260013.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2951/2417/1600/460122/2006_11260017.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://www.dropshots.com/dropshotsplayer.swf" width="320" height="310" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="url=http://www.dropshots.com/photos/199587/20061126/143610.flv&amp;amp;post=1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:8;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/"&gt;Photo Sharing&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/"&gt;Upload Video&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/"&gt;Video Sharing&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/"&gt;Share Photos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-8250627580467682079?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/8250627580467682079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=8250627580467682079' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/8250627580467682079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/8250627580467682079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2006/11/dont-get-your-hopes-up-kids.html' title='Don&apos;t Get Your Hopes Up Kids'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-6599634510357707338</id><published>2006-11-22T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T23:08:04.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving Money All Over The Place</title><content type='html'>Ok so, my wife rocks. Seriously, in &lt;em&gt;so &lt;/em&gt;many ways.  But tonight she rocked it again in one of my favorite ways.  No. Not that. Get your mind out of the gutter.  She went shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how can that be great for me you ask?  I'll tell you.  Half the time she goes shopping, she &lt;em&gt;makes &lt;/em&gt;us money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, a little background.  Vicki loves to shop. &lt;em&gt;Loves&lt;/em&gt; to shop. LOVES IT.  Ok, you get the picture.  And most of the time that kind of obsession would be very detremental to our pocketbook(does anyone still have a 'pocketbook'), but once again I say, I am a lucky man.  And this may be the only time I can make this statement safely. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife is cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Totally &lt;/em&gt;cheap.  So cheap it actually frustrates me sometimes.  We'll be out shopping and the trip will take 3 times as long because she finds what she wants but refuses to buy it because it's not on sale and she wants to check around at other places.  Seriously, she'll go to six different stores just to get it cheaper.  Don't get me wrong, I'm always happy when she finds it cheaper, but I don't enjoy shopping, so the price I put on my time during shopping is a lot higher than her time price.  Thats how much she loves shopping.  She can easily go out for a couple hours, buy nothing at all, and come home happy as a pig in shit.  I do not understand.  When I have to shop for something I go to the store, find the item, bring it to the cashier and pay for it.  I don't even look at the price most of the time.  If I need it and I came all the way to store for it I obviously know approximately how much it is and what do I care about the details, that would just make it take longer.  Get in, get what you came for, get out.  That's my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, where was I on all this?  Oh yeah, she rocks.  As much as I don't understand her in this area, I get to reap all the benefits.  I can quite safely send her out for a 'shopping spree' on the weekend and tell her, "Spend whatever you want, have fun, it's your day!" and she'll come home four hours later feeling guilty over the $65 she spent on 3 pairs of pants, 4 tops, a pair of shoes, a couple things for the kids, and lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No word of a lie, a couple weeks ago she went to Old Navy for almost an hour and came out with 5 or 6 solid items for a grand total of $32.  She told me to go in and look at a couple nice things they had for me, so I did.  I spent 10 mins and bought two shirts for $50.  I was stoked at the great deal I got, and she was aghast at how I overspent!  She kills me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, to recap, my wife loves to shop and she's the absolute best and finding deals because she's so cheap.  I love her to death.  And finally we get to the part where she makes us money shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even after she's gotten great deals on things, she can always improve her record with her other great talent, keeping receipts &lt;em&gt;forever.&lt;/em&gt;  And that's what she did tonight.  She went out shopping, didn't buy anything new, but found that two previous purchases she made had now gone on sale and proceeded to go through whatever effort necessary to get back the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on two items, she came back from shopping $25 richer than when she went out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, she &lt;em&gt;rocks&lt;/em&gt;, and I am a lucky man.&lt;br /&gt;Did I also mention that she's a total hottie? She is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-6599634510357707338?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/6599634510357707338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=6599634510357707338' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/6599634510357707338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/6599634510357707338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2006/11/saving-money-all-over-place.html' title='Saving Money All Over The Place'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-6014580143628850298</id><published>2006-11-21T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T12:51:46.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apparently I'm Broken</title><content type='html'>My neck. Ow. I'm seriously considering that it might be partially broken.  See, that's the benefit of knowing the bare minimum about things.  I don't know if my neck can actually be partially broken so I have the ability to believe that it can and thereby put a solid, dramatic label on my pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a broken neck.  Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been hurting since the weekend when I twisted it wrong in the shower and no matter how I twist it, snap it, or crack it, it won't go away.  It was much better today and I thought I was on the road to good times, but 20 mins ago I sat down wrong in my chair or looked up too quick or something, and now it's worse than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being broken sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a chocolate bar will help. I'll try that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-6014580143628850298?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/6014580143628850298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=6014580143628850298' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/6014580143628850298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/6014580143628850298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2006/11/apparently-im-broken.html' title='Apparently I&apos;m Broken'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-8955968068858804288</id><published>2006-11-20T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T15:32:11.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meh*</title><content type='html'>*used with permission.Copyright 2002 Jeremy Freeman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Meh' is how I'm feeling lately. I have negligable energy or drive to do anything and my attitude is basically, 'Whatever'.&lt;br /&gt;This is not good. I don't know if it's the weather or the season or what. Even typing the entry is hard, cause what's the point.&lt;br /&gt;So, I've been self-medicating with junk food and not only has that made me feel worse but it is also adding to my muffin top.&lt;br /&gt;My list of things-to-do is getting longer and more urgent by the day.  I can't even wrap my head around all that is on the list.&lt;br /&gt;Meh.&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I am not a lot of fun to be around lately.  My girls have already realized that "Maybe later" is Daddy's way of being too lazy and they've started to call me on it.  That hurts.  When you're 6 year-old calls you on the fact that your just putting her off with empty words, and she's right.  That hurts.&lt;br /&gt;Meh.&lt;br /&gt;From what I hear though, eating healthy, exercising and getting proper sleep could help.  Maybe I'll try one or two of those things.&lt;br /&gt;Til then, Your Welcome for this wonderful, absolutely free, burst of sunshine in your day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-8955968068858804288?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/8955968068858804288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=8955968068858804288' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/8955968068858804288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/8955968068858804288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2006/11/meh.html' title='Meh*'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-808576351982419248</id><published>2006-11-09T00:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T01:11:18.545-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Case You Didn't Know</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sonypictures.com/movies/spiderman3/site/"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 0px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2951/2417/400/sm3_top.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sonypictures.com/movies/spiderman3/site/"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 0px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2951/2417/400/sm3_middle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sonypictures.com/movies/spiderman3/site/"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 0px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2951/2417/400/sm3_bottom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Yeah! Bring it on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-808576351982419248?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/808576351982419248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=808576351982419248' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/808576351982419248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/808576351982419248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2006/11/in-case-you-didnt-know.html' title='In Case You Didn&apos;t Know'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-5561668573357707795</id><published>2006-11-06T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T13:31:44.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Kayla!</title><content type='html'>Today, my little sweet pea turns 4. It's so hard to believe. You can see a couple great pictures of her over on &lt;a href="http://rogall.blogspot.com"&gt;Vicki's&lt;/a&gt; site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Happy Birthday sweetheart, we love you very much.&lt;br /&gt;You are funny. You are silly. You never fail to surprise and amaze me.&lt;br /&gt;You love to color. You love to sing and dance.  You love to have things &lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt; way.&lt;br /&gt;You are energetic. You are strong-willed. You have the biggest heart in the world.&lt;br /&gt;You are beautiful and you are amazing Kayla, and we are so proud to be your Mom and Dad.&lt;br /&gt;We love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-5561668573357707795?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/5561668573357707795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=5561668573357707795' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/5561668573357707795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/5561668573357707795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-birthday-kayla.html' title='Happy Birthday Kayla!'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-641918093000523566</id><published>2006-11-03T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T14:33:57.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pop Quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;What caused this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2951/2417/320/2006_11020005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2951/2417/320/2006_11020004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Run in with a Rottweiler?&lt;br /&gt;Tussle with a barb-wire fence?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;Kayla. With her mouth. &lt;em&gt;Her mouth. &lt;/em&gt;Over the course of an afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Umm, WTF?  I do not even know where to begin to deal with this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, please, commence with the advice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-641918093000523566?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/641918093000523566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=641918093000523566' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/641918093000523566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/641918093000523566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2006/11/pop-quiz.html' title='Pop Quiz'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-51908131569610908</id><published>2006-11-02T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T12:55:31.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Call Me, Beep Me, If You Want To Reach Me!</title><content type='html'>Here's my girls in their costumes. They looked pretty great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Megan as Kim Possible&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2951/2417/1600/2006_10310063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2951/2417/320/2006_10310063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2951/2417/1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2951/2417/320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kayla as Belle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2951/2417/1600/2006_10310027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2951/2417/320/2006_10310027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 107px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 99px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="125" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2951/2417/320/imagesCAB3H475.jpg" width="126" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lauren as Peas in a Pod&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2951/2417/1600/2006_10310058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2951/2417/320/2006_10310058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2951/2417/1600/imagesCAOG7AXI.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2951/2417/1600/imagesCAOG7AXI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 105px" height="169" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2951/2417/320/imagesCAOG7AXI.jpg" width="184" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-51908131569610908?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/51908131569610908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=51908131569610908' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/51908131569610908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/51908131569610908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2006/11/call-me-beep-me-if-you-want-to-reach-me.html' title='Call Me, Beep Me, If You Want To Reach Me!'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-3072188443948958716</id><published>2006-11-01T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T13:15:40.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day After</title><content type='html'>November 1st has a lot attached to it.  Halloween is over, there's multiple piles of candy and chocolate in various places around the house.  Those are good things.  Especially when the kids are still young enough to &lt;em&gt;share&lt;/em&gt; their candy without them knowing.  But you know what else November 1st means?  Christmas is coming.&lt;br /&gt;Yup, after Halloween there's nothing in the way between now and December 25.  No buffer, no protection.  The stores will decorate, if they haven't already, the commercials will start up, and plans will be set in motion for just how to spend the upcoming festive season.  Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;Sure, in the states they've got Thanksgiving still before Christmas, but really, those two holidays are both so big and so close together, they're almost the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I love Christmas.  Watching the kids get so excited, putting up the tree, snuggling up with the wife and glass of eggnog while we listen to Christmas music by the fireplace.  The problem is, that accounts for about 2% of the actual holiday experience.  The rest is shopping for everyone and their dog, overspending on stuff no one really needs, travelling hundreds of miles to see family and then wishing you'd just stayed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is coming.  Someone get me a rum 'n eggnog. Hold the eggnog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-3072188443948958716?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/3072188443948958716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=3072188443948958716' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/3072188443948958716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/3072188443948958716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2006/11/day-after.html' title='The Day After'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-4421606647138958256</id><published>2006-10-31T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T11:05:42.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;V dressed her up this morning for me before I left for work. More pics later of all the kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2951/2417/400/2006_10310008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-4421606647138958256?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/4421606647138958256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=4421606647138958256' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/4421606647138958256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/4421606647138958256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-3478716364700205114</id><published>2006-10-30T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T12:21:01.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to V</title><content type='html'>Three things:&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm going to continue to refer to her as V. Too bad, it's my blog.&lt;br /&gt;I suck at poetry and I don't even know what an Ode is.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't like &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Public_display_of_affection"&gt;PDAs&lt;/a&gt;, then you might want to skip this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;V is beautiful.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A beautiful person.&lt;br /&gt;Stunning.&lt;br /&gt;Naturally beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;She glows.&lt;br /&gt;She lights up the room.&lt;br /&gt;She lights up my life.&lt;br /&gt;She takes my breath away.&lt;br /&gt;She makes me a better person.&lt;br /&gt;My heart feels like it may burst.&lt;br /&gt;I am blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2951/2417/1600/2005_0801%28013%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2951/2417/400/2005_0801%28013%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-3478716364700205114?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/3478716364700205114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=3478716364700205114' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/3478716364700205114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/3478716364700205114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2006/10/ode-to-v.html' title='Ode to V'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-6577654365807754721</id><published>2006-10-29T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T22:58:43.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone Going Gone</title><content type='html'>Funny story from this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning is going ahead like usual.  We're all bouncing around the house trying to get the day started and trying to get the girls ready for Hip-Hop class.  Generally speaking, before 9am we don't really pay as close attention to the kids as most times because we're busy with morning prep and we tend to let them play and stay out of our hair.  Ok, I'd better qualify that last remark, &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; don't really pay close attention in the morning, V always seems to be aware of everything around her.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so I'm taking care of things and letting the wife relax with the baby when Megan comes up to me with a smile and says, "Did you notice anything missing?". Not a good question. But what choice do I have, I'll play along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, I didn't notice anything, why? And why do you have your jacket on?"  She can barely keep in her giggles at this point and my curiousity is growing as she leads me to the front door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's moving day! I'm moving." she proclaims, as she shows me the following.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2951/2417/1600/2006_10280038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2951/2417/320/2006_10280038.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all the stuff she's decided to bring with her, and she's going to wrap it all up in her blanket to carry it. Then she tells me, "There's a note on the fridge that explains everything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2951/2417/1600/2006_10280040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2951/2417/320/2006_10280040.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you not fluent in 6-year-old, let me translate:&lt;br /&gt;"I am moving away, my new phone number is 60999 0110. Your daughter Megan"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am laughing my ass off at this point and I'm wondering what country she's headed to with a phone number like that.  By the time I got back to the front door she was already on her way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2951/2417/320/2006_10280041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2951/2417/320/2006_10280041.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2951/2417/1600/2006_10280042.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2951/2417/320/2006_10280042.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed the camera as quick as I could and shot the following video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dropshots.com/dropshotsplayer.swf" Flashvars="url=http://www.dropshots.com/photos/199587/20061028/074838.flv&amp;post=1" width="320" height="310" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial; font-size:8pt;"&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.dropshots.com/&gt;Photo Sharing&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href=http://www.dropshots.com/&gt;Upload Video&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href=http://www.dropshots.com/&gt;Video Sharing&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href=http://www.dropshots.com/&gt;Share Photos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I threw some shoes on and booked it out the door to catch her.  By the time I got around the corner she had turned around with a huge smile on her face and told me,&lt;br /&gt;"I changed my mind, I've decided to stay with you guys. Can you help me carry my stuff?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, you just never know what the day will bring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-6577654365807754721?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/6577654365807754721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=6577654365807754721' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/6577654365807754721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/6577654365807754721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2006/10/gone-going-gone.html' title='Gone Going Gone'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-2814366779638333157</id><published>2006-10-27T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T10:12:04.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really don't like to gush too much about my kids, because I know how annoying it can be and how biased I am. And I know that I &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; gush about my girls a lot anyway, but V just sent me this picture at work and all I could think is "Seriously! She is ridiculously cute! She's amazing!". So, I'm posting the picture and I'm gushing about her. No one reads this stuff anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2951/2417/1600/2006_10270015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2951/2417/400/2006_10270015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh man, I love that little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-2814366779638333157?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/2814366779638333157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=2814366779638333157' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/2814366779638333157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/2814366779638333157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2006/10/seriously.html' title='Seriously'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-8124889353711814118</id><published>2006-10-26T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T12:35:16.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Muffin Top</title><content type='html'>One thing I've always respected about my wife is her honesty. (side note: should I start referring to Vicki as V? It seems to be the cool thing to do, and if I'm anything, it's cool)&lt;br /&gt;V always has amazing tact and the ability to be honest while still giving full respect to the feelings of others. One exception there, me.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's one of the perks, one of the &lt;em&gt;many&lt;/em&gt; perks, of being married to me, that she has someone that she can be honest with without having to worry about tact and feelings and all that sissy stuff. So, this is what I got last night when I removed my shirt before getting into bed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my goodness, have you seen yourself? Seriously, look in the mirror, look at how you look with that belt!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crouch down to get a view of what's she's talking about (yes, crouch down, because our bedroom mirror is still leaning against the wall because I have yet to take the 10 mins to hang it, and then find out that I've hung it way too high. Don't ask). And to her credit it's pretty darn obvious what she's talking about.&lt;br /&gt;My usual  &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2951/2417/1600/skinny_kid.gif"&gt;breathtaking physique&lt;/a&gt; has a new addition. The Muffin Top. Gracefully spilling over the sides of my jeans, my waist is showing the effects of my &lt;a href="http://drogall.blogspot.com/2006/10/dream-is-over.html"&gt;heart-healthy diet&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;V continues to comment as I get into bed and try to sleep as fast as I can:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Seriously, you need to do something about that, I worry about you. That is not healthy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, she's right, but where's the tact and gentle delivery for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, who am I kidding? With my &lt;a href="http://drogall.blogspot.com/2006/01/lets-clear-air.html"&gt;nutritional history&lt;/a&gt;, she &lt;em&gt;is &lt;/em&gt;being gentle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-8124889353711814118?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/8124889353711814118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=8124889353711814118' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/8124889353711814118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/8124889353711814118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2006/10/muffin-top.html' title='Muffin Top'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-2481133686720382453</id><published>2006-10-25T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T07:37:39.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dream is Over</title><content type='html'>I've had my last Krispy Kreme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day I start on the path to healthier living. This will probably be a long path, and let's be real, you know I'm going to be walking on this path, &lt;em&gt;very slowly&lt;/em&gt;.  But you have to start somewhere and I'm starting with Krispy Kreme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I decided to go out with a bang.  I walked in this morning on my way to work and ordered 6 original glazed, all for me.  Here's where it got interesting.  My regular girl was working and I told her that this would be my last visit so I was going to go big and have 6 today.  She had different ideas.  As she handed me my free sample, hot right from the machine, she told me I was getting a full dozen today, in honor of it being my last visit and all.  She said she'd put them into two small boxes of six each so I could eat six now and enjoy six later.  This time it was me that had different ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm sitting here at my desk enjoying my coffee, and the first 3 people that get to the kitchen here this morning will have a nice little treat for them, courtesy of me and my Krispy Kreme girl.  I'm all about the charity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-2481133686720382453?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/2481133686720382453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=2481133686720382453' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/2481133686720382453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/2481133686720382453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2006/10/dream-is-over.html' title='The Dream is Over'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-3682885140347162023</id><published>2006-10-23T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T23:15:46.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Feet</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px left 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2951/2417/400/2006_10170064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love Lauren's little feet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px right 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: right" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2951/2417/400/2006_10170066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;And her little face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2951/2417/1600/2006_10170021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px left 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2951/2417/400/2006_10170021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And I love seeing what her little feet and face are going to grow up to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px right 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: right" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2951/2417/400/2006_10170037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Lauren loves baths. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-3682885140347162023?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/3682885140347162023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=3682885140347162023' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/3682885140347162023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/3682885140347162023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2006/10/little-feet.html' title='Little Feet'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-6602557459709758249</id><published>2006-10-23T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:52:41.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wish I Was Bored</title><content type='html'>Do you remember what it was like to be bored? Seriously, how many times back in high school were you just bored? Nothing to do, nowhere to be, and no one needing us for anything in particular. . . And we hated it! I would my left...umm...well I'd give a lot right now to be bored, truly bored, just for an hour even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today was once again not boring. I personally set it up to be &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;boring yesterday afternoon when I realized that my wife had no idea how to run her own life or be an adult so I decided that I should tell her how to do that.  By yelling.  And being mean.  And if any husbands out there don't know yet how to tell if your wife has finally understood the wisdom of your teachings, here's a hint:  When you see the tears, you know your job is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, our couch is remarkably comfortable, for anyone that might want to come stay with us.  So, I made like a cockroach this morning and scurried out the door at the first sign of light.  I spent the day trying to concentrate on my work while feeling like a miserable piece of shit and trying to imagine just how my night was going to play out.  The drive home was FUN!  Fun like walking into a bear's den wearing a steak suit.  And how did my night go?  What did I get from my wife?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Civility. Conversation. We even had some special time sitting on the couch watching TV with Lauren.  So now I'm sitting here feeling even worse than I did this morning.  Nicely played Mrs. Rogall, &lt;em&gt;nicely played.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow brings with it a field trip for Megan, problems to solve at work, countless errands to run, and a halloween party for Megan at her Sparks meeting, not to mention all the usual crap.  Like I said, I wish I was bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-6602557459709758249?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/6602557459709758249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=6602557459709758249' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/6602557459709758249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/6602557459709758249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-wish-i-was-bored.html' title='I Wish I Was Bored'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-116115152997988749</id><published>2006-10-17T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T12:54:07.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm In Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/1600/DSCF1225.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/400/DSCF1225.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Head over heels for this girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-116115152997988749?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/116115152997988749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=116115152997988749' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/116115152997988749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/116115152997988749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-in-love.html' title='I&apos;m In Love'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-116114998289744403</id><published>2006-10-17T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T09:35:51.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talented</title><content type='html'>That is a good description for my wife. Seriously, besides all the mothering, wifely stuff she does everyday, y'know, basically keeping our family running, she also has a million and one other talents that she tends to keep hidden.&lt;br /&gt;One of those is photography, although she would beg to differ. She always says that she can never get the good shots and doesn't know enough about the camera to use it properly. Well, I know everything about the camera and I never get shots like she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this just came to mind again when I saw the following picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/400/2006_10010140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/400/2006_10010140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of course, it's hard to screw it up when you have such a beautiful subject...and Lauren.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-116114998289744403?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/116114998289744403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=116114998289744403' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/116114998289744403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/116114998289744403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2006/10/talented.html' title='Talented'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-116047358292433904</id><published>2006-10-10T02:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T09:10:02.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>We had a great weekend hanging out and having fun. Today we went to Aldor Acres with the kids and they had a blast. As you can see from the pictures, Lauren was absolutely &lt;em&gt;enthralled&lt;/em&gt; with the whole experience.&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone had a good long weekend. Peace out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/640/2006_10090029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/2006_10090029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/640/2006_10090047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/2006_10090047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/640/2006_10090099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/2006_10090099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/640/2006_10090094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/2006_10090094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-116047358292433904?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/116047358292433904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=116047358292433904' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/116047358292433904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/116047358292433904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-115953680155277273</id><published>2006-09-29T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T09:10:02.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed, but tired</title><content type='html'>I have been trying to get around to posting something for weeks now.  I always seem to have time to post while I'm at work, but I don't have any pictures at work so it seems pointless.  I know, I know, all my fans out there only come here for my witty banter, but I thought I'd like to throw some pictures in there too.&lt;br /&gt;(Yawn) Sorry, had to take a quick break to yawn and feel sorry for myself.  Ahh, much better.&lt;br /&gt;The last weeks have been crazy, almost cruise-azy even.  Lots of working, driving the kids here and there, feeding Lauren, trying to come up with something that resembles meals, and attempting to still have energy to interact with the older kids(what were there names again?).  Ok, so maybe that's actually the list of things that Vicki has been busy with, but I couldn't really complain about having 9 or 10 hours of alone time every day with which to sit and drink coffee, now could I?  Let's keep things real people, I'm the one with the 'real job'.&lt;br /&gt;(Yawn) Ah man, I wish one of my kids had ADD so I could pop some Ritalin for energy.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, life is good, life is busy.  I am blessed, but tired.  Now, here's a bunch of pictures for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/1600/2006_09210029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/200/2006_09210029.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/1600/2006_09210045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/200/2006_09210045.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/1600/2006_09210016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/2006_09210016.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/1600/2006_09170051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/2006_09170051.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/1600/2006_09240029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/200/2006_09240029.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/1600/2006_09240013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/200/2006_09240013.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that picture of Kayla, she makes me laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-115953680155277273?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/115953680155277273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=115953680155277273' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/115953680155277273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/115953680155277273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2006/09/blessed-but-tired.html' title='Blessed, but tired'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-115816588195060061</id><published>2006-09-13T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T09:10:02.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Work Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>Reality bites. After 11 days of blissful hecticness(is that a word?) enjoying my new little girl and my time with my family, I got the call. My boss has a new deadline and needs me to come in to help get it done. So, tomorrow I will be back to work. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would I want leave this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/1600/2006_09090067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/2006_09090067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-115816588195060061?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/115816588195060061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=115816588195060061' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/115816588195060061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/115816588195060061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2006/09/back-to-work-tomorrow.html' title='Back to Work Tomorrow'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-115803961999238221</id><published>2006-09-11T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T09:10:02.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>11 days, is that all?</title><content type='html'>It feels like it's been forever, but in a really good way. So, here's a super-quick recap of Lauren's first 11 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday, August 31st &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10am: Vicki calls me at work, it's time to go to the hospital&lt;br /&gt;11:10am: We drop off the kids with Liz and head to the hospital&lt;br /&gt;12:30pm: Dr. Hansen breaks Vicki's water&lt;br /&gt;1:30pm: Contractions have arrived&lt;br /&gt;2:30pm: Contractions have decided against taking a break in-between, not nice&lt;br /&gt;4:30pm: Nurses realize most of the pain is because the baby is facing the wrong way, causing 'back labor'. Back labor sucks ass.&lt;br /&gt;6:10pm: Time to push&lt;br /&gt;6:28pm: Lauren Emily arrives 7 - 10pm: Phone calls are made and we snuggle our baby&lt;br /&gt;10pm: Megan and Kayla meet their new baby sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday, September 1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up the kids from Liz late in the morning and we went to hang out with Mommy and Lauren. Then we went to Abbotsford to pick up Grandma and Grandpa Rempel so they could meet their newest great-granddaughter. After lots of good visiting and some frustrating waiting for the hospital lab, we went home at 8:30pm and started our new life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday, September 2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the morning hanging out at home and trying to get settled. The health nurse came by in the afternoon to check out Lauren and everything went well. Then we decided to go on a bit of an adventure to find some cute new clothes for Lauren, in Metrotown. Tiring, but fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday, September 3&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relaxed at home, ran some errands, and I took my 3 girls to Superstore for some groceries in the afternoon so Vicki could get some well deserved rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday, September 4&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health nurse came again, everything's good. Tried to have a special family dinner out to celebrate the last night before Megan's first day of Grade 1. Failed miserably and ended up eating at McDonalds. Of course, the kids thought it was the greatest meal on the planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday, September 5&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan's first day of Grade 1! Busy morning, busy day. Yay Megan! Had an info meeting for Kayla's preschool in the evening. Watched Will get evicted from Big Brother. Almost cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday, September 6&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayla's first day of preschool! Busy morning, busy day. Yay Kayla!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday, September 7&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren's 1st appt. with Dr. Hansen! Yay Lauren! Everything is great with Lauren, but Vicki is on her way to a date with mastitis. (Don't worry though, she did everything she could and she fought it off. Yay Vicki!) Not.Good.At.All. Try to run way too many errands before Meg is done school in preparation for a trip back to the Okanagan. Horrible afternoon filled with stress and fighting, but we do get packed and on road by 5:50pm. Arrive in Summerland at 10:30pm. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday, September 8&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great day! Vicki and the girls got to spend time with a bunch of their friends all morning and I got to spend time with one of my best friends, the 50" Plasma HDTV. So nice. Then we had an amazing joint birthday party for Madison and Megan in the afternoon. Wow, Lisa Hilgersom is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday, September 9&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another great morning with friends, followed by a suprise baby shower for Vicki at 1:30pm. Like I said, Lisa Hilgersom is amazing. More people at the shower than I could imagine and it goes off without a hitch. Wow. Some great time in the evening with Aunt Carol and Uncle Dennis and Grandma Jess and Grandpa Pete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday, September 10&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last bit of fun with friends in the morning and a nice long visit with Uncle Jason, Auntie Lise, Alyssa and Kaden in the afternoon. On the road back to Langley at 2:30pm and back home by 7:30pm. Frantic search for lost keys and utter meltdown by Kayla. Not a good way to end the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday, September 11&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School again for Megan and Kayla. Unpacking for Vicki and Dono. Took Lauren to the Health unit to get her weighed and make sure she's growing well. Hoping for 2-4 ounces gained since Thursday. She gained 7 ounces, what a champ. Nice time around the house playing, organizing and doing laundry. By 8:30pm, everyone is asleep except me and after an hour of cuddle time with Lauren, I wrote this boring post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's the synopsis. It has been busy, but amazing. I love being a father and a husband and I can't imagine not having Lauren in our life. I can't even remember what it was like without her. She has been such a good baby and she is just plain perfect. Here are some more pictures of our little girl to finish this off.  More to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/985/1930/1600/2006_09010128.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/985/1930/200/2006_09010128.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/985/1930/1600/2006_09020041.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/985/1930/200/2006_09020041.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/985/1930/1600/2006_09020077.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/985/1930/200/2006_09020077.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/985/1930/1600/2006_09060043.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/985/1930/200/2006_09060043.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/985/1930/1600/2006_09090072.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/985/1930/200/2006_09090072.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/985/1930/1600/2006_09090146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/985/1930/200/2006_09090146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-115803961999238221?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/115803961999238221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=115803961999238221' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/115803961999238221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/115803961999238221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2006/09/11-days-is-that-all.html' title='11 days, is that all?'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-115721744695189707</id><published>2006-09-02T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T09:10:01.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lauren Emily</title><content type='html'>Alright, so I accidentally posted this yesterday on Vicki's blog, I had a lot on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren Emily Rogall, born at 6:28pm on Aug.31, 7lbs 2oz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check her out on Vicki's blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-115721744695189707?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/115721744695189707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=115721744695189707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/115721744695189707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/115721744695189707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2006/09/lauren-emily.html' title='Lauren Emily'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-115696107835046481</id><published>2006-08-30T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T09:10:01.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, I was wrong...</title><content type='html'>The Dr. didn't tell us to come back on Friday, he said to come back tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we saw him this morning, he checked Vicki out, and said that she &lt;em&gt;has&lt;/em&gt; progressed, if almost unmeasurably.  I think he's just trying to throw us a bone here, but it's nice of him to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he wants it to come naturally and doesn't really care too much about our lives outside his office, so Vicki will go back in tomorrow morning and again Friday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.  I'm kind of over it all right now.  The excitement and joy has been sucked right out of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-115696107835046481?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/115696107835046481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=115696107835046481' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/115696107835046481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/115696107835046481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2006/08/ok-i-was-wrong.html' title='Ok, I was wrong...'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-115688716683538848</id><published>2006-08-29T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T09:10:01.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grumpy McAss</title><content type='html'>That would be the most appropriate name for me yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I stated in an earlier post I have issues with patience, and this whole 'waiting for the baby' thing has really messed with me. We went in yesterday morning to see the Dr. and were expecting fully for Vicki to be induced since that was the word from the almighty Dr. at the previous appt. So, we had dropped off the kids and had Vicki's bag packed and in the van. Here's how the appt. went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.: Hi, how are you feeling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vicki: I feel like crap, I want this baby out, it's sucking my will to live.(ok, maybe that's &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; verbatim, but you get the idea)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.: Well, let's check you out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...uncomfortable pelvic exam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.: You're a little further ahead, 2cm dilated and very thinned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us: Alright, so what's next for the induction process?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.: Well, there are some other women who are also overdue so it might be a hard sell to the maternity nurses to get you in there. Come back on Wednesday morning and we'll see how you're doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me(luckily, inside my head only): I don't really give two s**ts about any other women and how overdue they are, nor do I care about your difficulty 'selling' the idea to the nurses. Induce her and get this darn baby out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me(on the outside): Umm, you said last week that we should pick a day for induction that worked best for my work schedule, and frankly, today works best because I have deadlines coming up and I want to be around to help out when the baby comes. So.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vicki: Yes, and with Megan's school year starting next week, it would really be better sooner than later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.(not looking at me any longer since it's obvious I ain't happy): Well, it'd be nice to get you to go into labor naturally so do lots of walking and we'll see you on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I nearly strangled him with his stethoscope. No, let's not put any worth into the fact that Vicki is miserable and the late arrival of our darling baby is screwing up all our schedules and possibly the amount of time I am able to spend away from work helping out. No, &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; would be stupid, let's worry about not trying the 'hard sell' to the maternity nurses. Yeah, that makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in my classic style, rather than get angry with the Dr. and cause an uncomfortable moment, I waited til we were back in the van on our way home and decided that, in fact, it was all Vicki's fault because she didn't tell him in the right way how much we needed this baby out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to recap, my logic is that it is the pregnant lady's fault that the Dr. is not doing what I wanted, so of course she should be blamed and yelled at immediately. Yup, that makes sense, because obviously I am the one who is being made to suffer immensely through all this, I mean, c'mon, I have to keep going to work and that's just not fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that is how I earned the name Grumpy McAss, named after how I was feeling and how I acted. Yeah, yesterday was a great day. Loved.It.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if she'll let me come along, we are going to see the lovely Dr. tomorrow morning at 9am so he can tell us again how Mother Nature knows best and there are so many other, more deserving women out there, and most importantly, to do lots of walking(wow, what a concept, no, we haven't tried that at all) and come back and see him on Friday probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my prediction, along with the return of Grumpy McAss following the appt. Like I said, I have issues with patience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-115688716683538848?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/115688716683538848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=115688716683538848' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/115688716683538848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/115688716683538848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2006/08/grumpy-mcass.html' title='Grumpy McAss'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-115645122304018095</id><published>2006-08-24T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T09:10:01.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Sweet Sweet Vindication</title><content type='html'>Today I got my test results back for my cholesterol and blood-glucose.  I'm not sure if they make a font big enough for this next line, but to all the people in my life that have told me for years how I was eating my way into untolled health problems, I say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BOO-YA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(I'm doing a little happy dance right now)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe the word my Dr. used (twice!) to describe my results was "unbelievable".  Oh yes, unbelievable.  Both my cholesterol and blood-glucose are &lt;em&gt;well below&lt;/em&gt; normal levels for someone my age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! Hello Krispy Kreme, and how are you today? Oh, why yes, I will be visiting you again &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-115645122304018095?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/115645122304018095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=115645122304018095' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/115645122304018095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/115645122304018095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2006/08/oh-sweet-sweet-vindication.html' title='Oh Sweet Sweet Vindication'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-115635044241034872</id><published>2006-08-23T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T09:10:01.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time For A Change</title><content type='html'>A change of attitude and a change of my blog template to go along with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why the change? Who is to thank for it?  As with all good things in my life, my wife is to blame, I mean, thank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparing for the new baby and all the other life changes in the last year have gotten a little overwhelming in the past weeks/month and I have found myself not being all that much fun to be around.  Generally, my attitude has been melancholy or 'detached' at best. (wow, i just used 'melancholy' in a sentence)  It's all been about getting this done or getting that done and lately it's all been about, when's the baby coming, when's the baby coming, I want the baby to come, nothing else in my life can happen til the baby comes.  Yes, I tend to get just a &lt;em&gt;little&lt;/em&gt; obsessive sometimes, coupled with a complete lack of patience (see: January 1995).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the other day, and by that I mean yesterday but 'the other day' just sounds so much better, Vicki showed me another blog that she thought was funny so I took some time out and read it.  It's nothing out the ordinary really, just a woman in California blogging her life with the rest of us, but it clicked something in me.  I think it was because it reminded me of Vicki and me and it was a chance to look at something familiar from an outside perspective.  Anyway, the why doesn't really matter, the what does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a complete waste of time and all the glorious gifts that God has given us to be obsessive about all these things.  All you end up doing is missing out on the really fun, truly important stuff so that you can feel like 'you got all your stuff done' and you're 'ready'.  Who cares about that?  Life really IS too short for that.  Don't get me wrong, I'm not going to go out and buy a motorcycle and go skydiving now.  But what I am going to do is try my best to appreciate what I have, right now, not what's coming down the pipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case anyone out there is not aware, I have the most beautiful, caring, and overall wonderful wife on the planet. End.Of.Story.(currently, I am in love with that whole period after each word for dramatic effect thing)  Vicki lights my world.  And she's pregnant right now! Pregnant!  There is almost nothing I love more in this world than my wife when she is pregnant, and I have NOT been appreciating that.  I haven't taken a picture of my wife in days.  Days, people.  As if this is not a rare occurence or something.  WTF is with me.  Also, I have amazing daughters.  I don't remember a single day that I have not been made to smile by them &lt;em&gt;the moment&lt;/em&gt; I walk in the door from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there it is, changes are in the works.  I am going to appreciate how awesome my life is, and I'm going to take lots of pictures of it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I tend to ramble on WAAAAYYYYYY too long, but since you're reading this you already know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-115635044241034872?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/115635044241034872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=115635044241034872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/115635044241034872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/115635044241034872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2006/08/time-for-change.html' title='Time For A Change'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-115584809054841940</id><published>2006-08-17T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T09:10:01.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still coming to work...</title><content type='html'>Much like a watched pot never boils, it seems that a watched pregnant wife never pops out the darn kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, last week at her appt, the doctor that was filling in for Dr. Hansen measured Vick and said that she measured 40cm.  Now, 40cm is what one would usually measure when they are DONE and the baby's arrival is imminent, not to mention the fact that the week before, Dr. Hansen had measured her at 36cm.  Hello!? 4cm in one week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, all week Vicki is drinking gallons of Raspberry Leaf tea, going for countless walks and trying every other natural induction technique she can get her hands on, because if this baby gets any bigger it's going to be a C-section, and she does not want to give that a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time her appt came today, her spirits had dropped substantially and she had actually become convinced that the baby was never actually going to come out and she would spend the rest of her life as some medical miracle for the world to be in awe of. (i'm thinking there could be good money in that)  However, some good news arrived today at her appt with Dr. Hansen.  Not only did the measurement from last weeks fill-in Dr. differ hugely from Dr. Hansen's measurement today, but he also "examined" Vicki to check how things were progressing in there and streched her cervix to try to help give things a boost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, she is actually measuring around 35-36cm today and it looks like things will progress nicely, shortly.  And if nothing much has occured by next Thursday's appt, Dr. Hansen will put even more effort into getting this show on the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, we all know that having the baby and Vicki be healthy is the most important thing and we should be glad for the lack of complications and not complain about .......blah blah blah.  I want my new baby, and I want my old wife back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, put Vicki and the baby in your prayers please and we'll let you know as soon as something happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-115584809054841940?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/115584809054841940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=115584809054841940' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/115584809054841940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/115584809054841940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2006/08/still-coming-to-work.html' title='Still coming to work...'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-115505812946273894</id><published>2006-08-08T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T09:10:01.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tick Tock, Tick Tock</title><content type='html'>Up til now time has been flying by, trying to get everything done in prep for the new baby.  Now, it's all done and we are ready, and time has slowed to a crawl.  All weekend I was hoping something would happen.  Vicki got some contractions here and there starting Saturday night and I know it's still 2 1/2 weeks early, but I am impatient and I can't wait to meet our baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I really didn't want to have to come to work today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-115505812946273894?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/115505812946273894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=115505812946273894' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/115505812946273894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/115505812946273894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2006/08/tick-tock-tick-tock.html' title='Tick Tock, Tick Tock'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-115437782770057029</id><published>2006-07-31T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T09:10:01.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The last few moments...</title><content type='html'>of our life as we know it.  The baby is coming soon and I am trying to enjoy everything I can before then.  Leaving the house on a moments notice, NOT changing diapers, and most importantly, sleeping through the night.  Oh how the sleep deprivation is going to suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we organized all the baby clothes on the weekend.  It's so strange how we could be surrounded by 5 bins of clothes ranging from newborn to 3+years, and it still seems like we're short on clothes for certain things.  Of course, then we realized that if this baby is a boy the 5 bins of clothes we have instantly becomes 2-3 items.  Seriously.  Screwed if it's a boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have Vicki's friend Jill staying with us this week and I'm really looking forward to it.  Vicki can really use some help and some adult interaction during the day right now, and Jill has decided to take on that role (i wonder is she knows that yet).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, Vicki and I will have our last date night before the Almighty Sleep Depriver arrives.  We are going to see The Phantom of the Opera which is something that her and I have been waiting to do since 1993, literally.  We both saw it separately then when it was in Vancouver and we both loved it.  Ever since, we have been waiting patiently for it to return so we could see it together and now we will.  A nice dinner and night at the theatre.  Wow, it's going to kick some ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-115437782770057029?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/115437782770057029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=115437782770057029' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/115437782770057029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/115437782770057029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2006/07/last-few-moments.html' title='The last few moments...'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-115349742059743805</id><published>2006-07-21T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T09:10:01.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is worth listening to</title><content type='html'>I don't usually post links to funny things, mostly because I'm too lazy and there are so many great things on the net everyday, how do you choose what's worth posting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS, is worth posting.  Have a listen, and enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ebaumsworld.com/audio/crazy-lady-vs-telemarketer.html"&gt;http://www.ebaumsworld.com/audio/crazy-lady-vs-telemarketer.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-115349742059743805?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/115349742059743805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=115349742059743805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/115349742059743805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/115349742059743805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-is-worth-listening-to.html' title='This is worth listening to'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-115332537364365401</id><published>2006-07-19T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T09:10:01.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mmm....Coffee</title><content type='html'>Currently I am trying to debug a subroutine that is supposed to erase and reprogram the flash of a PIC microcontroller.  It's not working.  Currently, I don't really care, all I care about is getting more coffee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-115332537364365401?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/115332537364365401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=115332537364365401' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/115332537364365401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/115332537364365401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2006/07/mmmcoffee.html' title='mmm....Coffee'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-115325313412001702</id><published>2006-07-18T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T09:10:01.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoy it while you can...</title><content type='html'>That is my motto currently.  It may sound strange but I'm still having trouble truly grasping the fact that we're going to have a new baby in the next 4-6 weeks.  Wow, I sure hope this was a good idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am trying my best to really enjoy everything in our life as it is now, before it all changes again forever.  Don't get me wrong, this change is going to be nothing but fantastic, but it will be a change nonetheless.  I don't want to take anything for granted in these final weeks.  I want to enjoy telling Megan and Kayla to go play and stop bugging me.  I want to get up and leave the house and the drop of a hat, and I want to cherish every night that I go to sleep confidently knowing that the only thing that will wake me up is my alarm clock. (or my wife if the mood strikes her. Hey, a man can dream)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most of all, I want to properly enjoy the final weeks of Vicki pregnant.  I love it when she's pregnant.  I can't describe just how beautiful she is when she's pregnant, with her round little belly and her cute little waddle.  I love it.  And I want to make sure that I make her feel like the most important person in the world, because she is.  If my wife ever deserved to be treated like a princess, it is now more than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough gushing.  I also want to drive some fast cars, watch some action movies, and drink some beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-6 weeks.  Wow.  It's going to be interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-115325313412001702?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/115325313412001702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=115325313412001702' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/115325313412001702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/115325313412001702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2006/07/enjoy-it-while-you-can.html' title='Enjoy it while you can...'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-115229799951886861</id><published>2006-07-07T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T09:09:59.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Official Prediction</title><content type='html'>The newest Rogall is going to be a boy.  That is my official prediction.  And I think he will be born on August 18, weighing in at 6lbs 11ozs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else to report really.  We're still working around the house getting all things ready for his arrival and trying to truly appreciate this last bit of time with only two kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vicki is looking absolutely gorgeous.  I don't think she's ever looked more beautiful than she does right now, it's ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, our friend Jeremy, our single, no kids, no responsibilities friend Jeremy, just bought a new car.  A 2006 Civic Si.  Jer, you suck.  On the bright side, it is nice to have someone to live vicariously through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next 6ish weeks are going to be busy and fun and I am promising myself to enjoy every wink of sleep I get.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-115229799951886861?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/115229799951886861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=115229799951886861' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/115229799951886861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/115229799951886861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-official-prediction.html' title='My Official Prediction'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-115153544968744596</id><published>2006-06-28T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T09:09:59.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Weekend Baby!</title><content type='html'>AAAAHHHHH YYYEEEAAAAHHHHHH!  I had to work the May long weekend and we have never had the chance to "visit" the Okanagan on a long weekend and just relax, so this time we are extending it and leaving tomorrow night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I went and saw X-men 3 last night with Jay Fisher and it was really good.  The movie was good, the popcorn was good, and the company was good.  Thanks for coming along Jay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, Vicki gets her nails done while the kids and I run some errands, and then we're going to take Megan somewhere special because today was her last day of Kindergarten!  It absolutely blows my mind that I have a child that will be a full-time student.  I mean, I still feel like I should be a full-time student.  Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's today's update.  Vicki is feeling large, but looking fantastic and the weather has cooled down so it's comfortable in the house again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-115153544968744596?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/115153544968744596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=115153544968744596' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/115153544968744596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/115153544968744596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2006/06/long-weekend-baby.html' title='Long Weekend Baby!'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-115090352893391333</id><published>2006-06-21T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T09:09:59.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 1st Day of Summer!</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow the days start getting shorter. It's all downhill from here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-115090352893391333?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/115090352893391333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=115090352893391333' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/115090352893391333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/115090352893391333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2006/06/happy-1st-day-of-summer.html' title='Happy 1st Day of Summer!'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-115048494075454559</id><published>2006-06-16T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T09:09:59.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, look who's back...</title><content type='html'>Me. Yup, I'm still alive. I worked my arse off for the past 6 weeks and met my first deadline. I've been too busy to do much else besides working and trying to get reaquainted with my family. Still more deadlines looming, but the relentless overtime is done for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now we are in baby mode, in a big way. I've done some painting, some staining, we've put up a mirror and pictures, and this weekend we're buying some baby furniture and painting the baby's room. Wow, you'd think that by the third kid, there might be a little less prep, but no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even describe just how stoked I am about this baby. I cannot wait for it to come out. This will be the first time we've had a baby and actually had our own house to bring it home to! With Megan, we were living at Nanny's and with Kayla we were living with my parents. (what the heck was I thinking back then!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this time we are going to get the full experience. Get the nursery ready, bring the baby home to our own house with it's own room. It is going to kick some serious ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we are busy getting prepped and Vicki is just trying to find a little piece of comfort anywhere throughout the day. The baby never seems to stop moving, and moving violently almost. It really looks like it's trying to get out sometimes. And when I say that it never seems to stop moving, I really mean it. With Megan and Kayla I would have to sit with my hand on Vicki's tummy for 15 mins at least before I felt something. With this baby I can put my hand there at any given time and feel &lt;em&gt;strong&lt;/em&gt; movements within 10 seconds. Seriously, it's crazy. Do they make baby's that truly don't require sleep? I sure hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's us for now. I'll try to update again soon, but don't hold your breath.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-115048494075454559?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/115048494075454559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=115048494075454559' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/115048494075454559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/115048494075454559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2006/06/hey-look-whos-back.html' title='Hey, look who&apos;s back...'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-114788919860008013</id><published>2006-05-17T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T09:09:59.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmm, Sweet Sweet Deadlines</title><content type='html'>Nothing can take the fun and creative enjoyment out of my job quicker than a frickin looming deadline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've quickly gone from enjoying the challenge of creating something that will do what it is supposed to in the most intelligent, eloquent way possible, to my current state; make it work and make it work fast, because you have half the time you need and a deadline extension is easily attainable right after hell freezes over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just checked the Weather Network, and no such luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for the next few weeks I may get to see my family from time to time and all my enjoyment of my job will be sucked right of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't being an adult great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-114788919860008013?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/114788919860008013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=114788919860008013' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/114788919860008013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/114788919860008013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2006/05/mmm-sweet-sweet-deadlines.html' title='Mmm, Sweet Sweet Deadlines'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-114732016002336495</id><published>2006-05-10T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T09:09:59.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bachelor Week</title><content type='html'>Oh yeah!  It's one of the best things a married man with kids can look forward to, the wife goes away with the kids!  Nothing but kicking back, relaxing, no rules, and no one to answer to.  It's like when you were in high school and your parents went away for the weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait, I don't remember missing my parents when they were gone.  And I certainly don't remember this feeling of loneliness and emptiness in my heart.  So, no, the wife goes away with the kids is &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; like when you were in high school and your parents went away.  It's more like a 20-pack of Timbits.  Let me explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'know when you're feeling a little hungry in the afternoon and you're craving something sweet and then it dawns on you, "Timbits would be great right now".  It seems like the greatest idea in the world and you know it will just rock!  So, you get yourself in the car and you make your way to Timmy's, and every moment you get closer to those bits the idea seems better and better.  Finally you're back at home and you sit down, ready to enjoy the splendor that is, your own box of Timbits.  At first, the reality seems just as good as the fantasy, but slowly, Timbit after Timbit you start to enjoy them less and less.  You keep going and try to convince yourself that it really does rock just like you thought it would.  But eventually you have to admit that it doesn't rock, and it was actually not a good idea.  Sure, a Timbit here and there is good, but a whole box to yourself just leaves you feeling brutal and hurting a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what this week is for me.  Vicki went with the kids back to Summerland to visit til Friday.  I had a whole week of sweet bachelorhood in front of me and I thought it would rock.  It's only Wednesday, and it hasn't rocked, at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact is, I love my wife and kids, and I don't like being without them.  As soon as I knew that they were on the road on Monday I started to miss them.  I don't even like going home at night, the house feels absolutely empty.  I know most people will laugh at this and think I am totally crazy not to enjoy a little time alone, but I don't really care.  I like spending time with my family, LOTS of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's Wednesday night of my bachelor week, and I can't wait for my family to come home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-114732016002336495?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/114732016002336495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=114732016002336495' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/114732016002336495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/114732016002336495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-bachelor-week.html' title='My Bachelor Week'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-114658562905981111</id><published>2006-05-02T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T09:09:59.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get It While You Can</title><content type='html'>I finally got Vicki in the right mood and got the green light for posting some pictures of her belly. She's always so camera shy so I'm going to post them while I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/985/1930/1600/2006_032200302.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/985/1930/320/2006_032200302.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is from our trip to Vegas - March 21/06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;__________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/985/1930/320/2006_05010001_11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And this is now - May 01/06&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I know it's hard to see the belly in that second one, but it's what I've got so don't complain. I'll try to get more soon. I'm like the 'Baby Belly Paparazzi' now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Peace out&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-114658562905981111?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/114658562905981111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=114658562905981111' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/114658562905981111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/114658562905981111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2006/05/get-it-while-you-can.html' title='Get It While You Can'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-114563805320289301</id><published>2006-04-21T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T09:09:59.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Have We Done!</title><content type='html'>It may just be a case of denial or just not really paying attention(if you know me, you're money is on not paying attention), but I swear my wife did not have a noticable baby bump last week. And last night I see her in a t-shirt and a pair of jeans and it's like, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BOOM! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;there's a pregnant tummy!  Suddenly it occurred to me, we're having a freakin' baby!  We are way past the point of no return here and whether we're ready or not, that little sucker is coming out in a few months and it is going to expect someone to take care of it.  And last time I checked, we don't have a nanny on staff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In related news, hindsight is still 20/20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, once I got past that(all the previous thoughts took about 0.8 secs to go through my head), you know what I realized?  My wife is BEAUTIFUL when she is pregnant!  This is one of the best things about having kids, being able to watch her grow and feel the baby in there and just experience the whole thing.  We're having a baby and I am absolutely STOKED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And seriously, my wife is the cutest pregnant woman you'll ever see, I definitely married-up a step or two.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-114563805320289301?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/114563805320289301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=114563805320289301' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/114563805320289301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/114563805320289301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-have-we-done.html' title='What Have We Done!'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-114537476614610829</id><published>2006-04-18T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T09:09:59.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To The Old Grind</title><content type='html'>It's always so hard to get back to work after a long weekend.  Of course, since my "grind" consists of sitting in front of a computer all day and making numerous walks to the office kitchen for more coffee, I can't really complain too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had an alright weekend, but there is still lots of sickness flowing through the household.  I got sick last week and it turned into strep-throat so I'm just having my first good day today.  Vicki fought it off til Saturday night and then got taken down in a big way by a sinus cold/headache/cough with a little fever thrown in for good measure.  And she's so lucky, because being pregnant means she gets to use the cure-all medicine for everything that ails her, Tylenol!  And if you're wondering, no, Tylenol does NOT relieve any of the symptoms I just mentioned.  I'm so glad I'm a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids have done pretty well with only some runny noses, but the sickness sure limited what we could do over the weekend.  Still, we spent time together and had some fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here I sit, trying to get some inspiration to write some amazing code that will change the world as you know it.  Either that or it will run the station processors of our new battery analyzer, I haven't decided which way to go with it yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-114537476614610829?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/114537476614610829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=114537476614610829' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/114537476614610829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/114537476614610829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2006/04/back-to-old-grind.html' title='Back To The Old Grind'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-114493943304527802</id><published>2006-04-13T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T09:09:58.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm...I Wonder If These Cold Meats Are Still Good</title><content type='html'>Ya, they'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my mental dialogue when I decided to make my lunch.  And in the words of the old dude in the cave in the 3rd Indiana Jones movie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You chose...poorly"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hating life right now.  I was woken up a few times between 3am and 5am by stomach cramps, and have been writhing in pain with cramps and diarrhea ever since.  Ok, maybe that's a little over-dramatic, but seriously, this sucks ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if your cold meats were packaged 7 days ago but they still smell fine, throw them in the garbage, it's not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Pepto-Bismol caplets are one of the best inventions science has every had.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-114493943304527802?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/114493943304527802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=114493943304527802' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/114493943304527802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/114493943304527802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2006/04/hmmi-wonder-if-these-cold-meats-are.html' title='Hmm...I Wonder If These Cold Meats Are Still Good'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-114419079753902214</id><published>2006-04-04T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T09:09:58.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm...Is there anything worth posting about?</title><content type='html'>Ummm, not really.  We're very close to completely settled in and unpacked.  I love PVR.  Vicki's finally starting to get a noticable tummy.  Oh, Megan lost both her front teeth on Saturday, that was cool.  She's fun to listen to now because she has trouble talking sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much, our life is boring, and I like it that way right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-114419079753902214?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/114419079753902214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=114419079753902214' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/114419079753902214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/114419079753902214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2006/04/hmmis-there-anything-worth-posting.html' title='Hmm...Is there anything worth posting about?'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-114347118027721551</id><published>2006-03-27T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T09:09:58.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snap Back to Reality</title><content type='html'>It's Monday, we're back from Vegas, the weekend is over, the house is almost unpacked, and it's Megan's first day at her new school.  We are officially back into the real world.&lt;br /&gt;But it's kind of a good feeling too, getting into a routine and getting settled into our new life here.  We had a great weekend of shopping and spending time with the kids and we got to visit with Jason and Lise and Alyssa and Kaden yesterday, that was great.&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm a little nervous for Megan today, new school and all.  I really hope things go well and she doesn't feel too uncomfortable or sad.  Having kids is hard sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we're back into real life and looking forward to Spring.  We'll see how it goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-114347118027721551?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/114347118027721551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=114347118027721551' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/114347118027721551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/114347118027721551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2006/03/snap-back-to-reality.html' title='Snap Back to Reality'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-114243814414574077</id><published>2006-03-15T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T09:09:58.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Crisis is Over, Everyone Can Relax</title><content type='html'>We have TV again.  After weeks, maybe months, of uncertainty and countless sleepless nights, the satellite TV was installed last night and everything is up and running smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all you calls, emails, and words of support, it really helped us get through this tough time.  I know there will be times like this throughout our lives where we are pushed to the edge and put to the test, but we'll stick together through it and be stronger for it in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-114243814414574077?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/114243814414574077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=114243814414574077' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/114243814414574077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/114243814414574077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2006/03/crisis-is-over-everyone-can-relax.html' title='The Crisis is Over, Everyone Can Relax'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-114191633128861019</id><published>2006-03-09T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T09:09:58.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Final Countdown</title><content type='html'>(insert Europe song here) So, it's here. Moving weekend has arrived.  I have been looking forward to this for months, and now that it is here I only have 1 overwhelming feeling...fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The amount of work that will HAVE to be done between now and Sunday afternoon is daunting and somewhat depressing. And now that moving day is so close, the reality of us leaving Summerland and living down here is really hitting, and I'm feeling a little apprehensive and sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, looking at the next few days and everything that will be involved in them, there is only one thing to do, suck it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can sleep again next month, I'm sure of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-114191633128861019?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/114191633128861019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=114191633128861019' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/114191633128861019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/114191633128861019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2006/03/final-countdown.html' title='The Final Countdown'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-114176561542657935</id><published>2006-03-07T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T09:09:58.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It was all going so well...</title><content type='html'>Sunday night and last night were both so successful at the new house.  I finished the drywall work and got the new room painted and cleaned out.  I finished painting the living room and I'm ready to paint the girls' room.  Today was supposed to be a great day, the satellite was getting installed and the carpet in the new room was getting installed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The satellite installer was even nice enough to show up extra early to accomodate my schedule, he was there by 6:35am, ouch!  We figured everything out in terms of where the dish would go and how the wires would be run, but then he couldn't get into the cable box in the garage to hook up the wires.  Apparently only Shaw Cable has access to that box and the satellite guy wasn't allowed to break into it.  So, the satellite did not get installed.  We will try again tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even after stopping at the carpet place to double check the install, when I phoned to find out how it went, I found that the installer was not given or able to find the garage door opener that I had left with the sales guy.  So, the carpet did not get installed.  He will try again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, tonight I will paint the girls' room, assemble the bunk beds, and cut the baseboards/door trim to size.  That way, tomorrow night will only be installing the baseboards/door trim, cleaning up all the garbage, cleaning the house, doing some laundry, and getting prepared to fly back on Thursday for the big move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piece of cake. (sleep is over-rated anyway)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-114176561542657935?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/114176561542657935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=114176561542657935' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/114176561542657935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/114176561542657935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2006/03/it-was-all-going-so-well.html' title='It was all going so well...'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-114140352475393097</id><published>2006-03-03T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T09:09:58.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never again...</title><content type='html'>I can't remember if I ever said to anyone that doing the drywall myself shouldn't be too tough or too much trouble. I sure hope I didn't say that. But in case I did I will say right now publicly, I was wrong and I shouldn't have said that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never work with drywall again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This tiny little project has sucked the life right out of me. Just thinking about that room puts me in foul mood.But don't worry Vicki, I will make sure that the end product is a good looking playroom, ripe for resale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll post again later when I'm not so tired and bitter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-114140352475393097?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/114140352475393097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=114140352475393097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/114140352475393097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/114140352475393097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2006/03/never-again.html' title='Never again...'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-114132419987687655</id><published>2006-03-02T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T09:09:58.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's the Idiot...</title><content type='html'>...that invented mudding and taping?  I swear, there is a good chance our kids will be playing in a playroom with an upainted, half-finished wall.  At best, the wall is going to have a lot of "imperfections" that will most likely show through the paint.  Ah, it's a playroom anyway, right? I just hope Vicki shares my sentiment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, tonight's agenda: Pickup a bunch of stuff at Rona, 2nd coat of mud on wall, install microwave over the range, 1st coat of paint on living room, and maybe the bunk beds.   Fun, fun, fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, tomorrow it's back to Summerland for two birthday parties, a bunch of packing, and maybe even some family time.  Man, when this is done, Vicki and I are seriously going to need a vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings to mind, my birthday gift for Vicki that I gave her last weekend.  Two words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vegas Baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vicki has the details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out homies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-114132419987687655?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/114132419987687655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=114132419987687655' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/114132419987687655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/114132419987687655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2006/03/whos-idiot.html' title='Who&apos;s the Idiot...'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-114123087520485092</id><published>2006-03-01T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T09:09:58.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, Look What I Made!</title><content type='html'>It's a wall. Yup, there is now offically a wall in our garage. We got all the drywall up and the insulation in, AND we even got the door moved over and installed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Go Dono, It's Your Birthday, Go Dono, It's Your Birthday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything went very well, with only one mistake that cost some time.  And at the heart of that mistake was...Me.  You've heard "Measure twice, cut once" but with me involved it's a little different, more like "Don't let Donovan do the measuring.".  No big deal, Jer was there to help save the day and in the end the night was a complete success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm a little tired and my hands are sore and bothering me (don't touch fibreglass insulation without gloves) but I am looking forward to banging out some good coding here at work and heading back home to start the mudding and taping.  It will be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking at my list of things to do at the new house before moving day and comparing it to the available time left and I'm thinking maybe some of the painting will have to be put off til later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or I could just not sleep because I mean that's a good 6 hours per night that I am simply just wasting being lazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-114123087520485092?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/114123087520485092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=114123087520485092' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/114123087520485092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/114123087520485092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2006/03/hey-look-what-i-made.html' title='Hey, Look What I Made!'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-114116883230019472</id><published>2006-02-28T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T09:09:58.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG, Who Let Him Near The Power Tools!</title><content type='html'>Yes, it's true, I am using power tools.  Anyone who knows me also knows that I am quite possible the most useless human when it comes to anything "handy".  I know how to fill the vehicles with gas, and I know how to replace the light bulbs.  Other than that, I'm tragic.  Here's the problem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to accept my limitations, so any chance I get I will try to do it myself.  Usually, it ends in damage and a half-assed finished product that needs to be fixed by a professional.  But this time it's different, so far at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am putting up a wall in our new house to create a playroom for the kids.  So far, the wall is framed.  Not much, but for me it's huge.  And last night I took a trip into the world of electrical when I cut open the drywall and moved wall switches around.  So, now I have moved the switches to their new happy homes and patched up the drywall around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, Jeremy and I will be putting up drywall and attempting the 'mudding and taping' of the new wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally, most of my past problems have come from trying to do a task without actually having the proper tools, so tonight I am renting the proper 'drywall screwdriver' and I think it's going to go well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if it doesn't go well, there will be beer, and that's a good thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-114116883230019472?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/114116883230019472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=114116883230019472' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/114116883230019472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/114116883230019472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2006/02/omg-who-let-him-near-power-tools.html' title='OMG, Who Let Him Near The Power Tools!'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-114062299587139293</id><published>2006-02-22T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T09:09:58.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY VICKI!</title><content type='html'>It's Vicki's 28th birthday today! Woo Hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a fantastic day, sweetheart, I love you soooooo much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-114062299587139293?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/114062299587139293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=114062299587139293' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/114062299587139293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/114062299587139293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-birthday-vicki.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY VICKI!'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-114056319556287075</id><published>2006-02-21T15:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T09:09:58.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Richmond is Bad</title><content type='html'>I don't like going into Richmond. I just had to go there to get some paperwork for buying our house and again I realized, I do not like Richmond.  The layout is a mess, it's got zero curb-appeal, and I ALWAYS get lost when I go there.  Today's 30 min trip took 55 min, due simply to the suckage of Richmond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go there anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except maybe for the casino.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-114056319556287075?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/114056319556287075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=114056319556287075' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/114056319556287075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/114056319556287075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2006/02/richmond-is-bad.html' title='Richmond is Bad'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-114003390694830173</id><published>2006-02-15T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T09:09:58.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Couch Mission: It's All Good Baby</title><content type='html'>Just got authorization for putting the couch/loveseat in the new house.  Just confirmed that Costco still has them.  Just confirmed the cargo van pickup.  I'm going to go pick it up at 1:30 and Jeremy will help me unload tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-114003390694830173?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/114003390694830173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=114003390694830173' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/114003390694830173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/114003390694830173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2006/02/couch-mission-its-all-good-baby.html' title='The Couch Mission: It&apos;s All Good Baby'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-113996746845134151</id><published>2006-02-14T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T09:09:58.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update: The Couch Mission</title><content type='html'>"Houston, we have a problem."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all going so well.  I found a good deal on a cargo van and I had Jeremy lined up to help load/unload.  The request to the current owners went in this morning.  All was well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 5:38pm, there was no response from the current owners, probably due to a lack of checking their email.  The van rental place is closed at 6pm.  The mission has failed, for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, at last check, no couches or loveseats had been sold from the Richmond location.  We will get a "go/no go" for delivery by tonight.  So, as long as there isn't a ridiculous run on Costco furniture in the next 24hrs, we'll be ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check back tomorrow.  And try not to worry too much, we'll make it through this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-113996746845134151?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/113996746845134151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=113996746845134151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/113996746845134151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/113996746845134151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2006/02/update-couch-mission.html' title='Update: The Couch Mission'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-113994410474002073</id><published>2006-02-14T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T09:09:57.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Valentine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/1600/2005_11060062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/2005_11060062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the moment I met her, my life has been better, every day. She is intelligent, compassionate, and beautiful. Her smile lights me up inside and she takes my breath away, often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am truly blessed to have her. She will always be My Valentine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Vicki.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-113994410474002073?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/113994410474002073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=113994410474002073' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/113994410474002073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/113994410474002073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-valentine.html' title='My Valentine'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-113993444839441939</id><published>2006-02-14T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T09:09:57.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Couch Mission</title><content type='html'>Today, it is my mission to get the couch and loveseat that we want from Costco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That might not seem like a very exciting or difficult thing, but here is the catch.  The couch/loveseat have just recently been reduced to clear and they are very popular.  There are only a handful left in the lower mainland, so they need to be bought today.  Also, Costco doesn't 'hold' items for you, you have to take it when you buy it.  Still, it doesn't seem too tough, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only do I not have access to any sort of truck, but I also don't have a house to put the couch/loveseat in!  I have a call in to the realtor for the house we bought to see if they'll let us put them in there early, and if that comes through I'll have to find a truck rental place and put this all together this afternoon.  Of course, since I'm not exactly the Hulk, I will also have to find another human to get involved in this, possibly during work hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The outlook is not good.  I'll keep you posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  This was going to be a nice, mushy Valentine's Day post, but then I read what Vicki wrote for me, and there is no chance in H-E-double hockey sticks that I could compete with that, so that is the reason for the couch mission post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-113993444839441939?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/113993444839441939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=113993444839441939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/113993444839441939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/113993444839441939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2006/02/couch-mission.html' title='The Couch Mission'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-113988186829105913</id><published>2006-02-13T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T09:09:57.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Rule</title><content type='html'>No more whining and complaining on my blog.  What a waste of perfectly good bytes this has been lately.  So, here is today's post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was great.  Vicki and I got a good amount of packing done, we got rid of a bunch of stuff we didn't need, and we got to have a bunch of fun.  The bad thing was that I barely saw the kids, whoops.  And of course Megan let me know that fact in no uncertain terms.  She's good for that, keeps me in check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls got to have a sleepover with their Aunt and Uncle and cousins and they had a blast!  We dropped them off Saturday afternoon and we were supposed to pick them up Sunday morning.  However, my parents decided to pick them up for us and we didn't get them back til 1:30pm on Sunday!  Very cool.  Then, we spent a couple hours at home and then went to the Buckinghams for dinner.  Very cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it was a busy, fun, overall good weekend.  The drive back this morning sucked pretty bad.  The snow had just hit on the connector and there were no visible lines or lanes whatsoever.  As well, the snow was falling heavily so the headlights were only good for giving the 'Star Wars - Warp Speed' effect.  Fun but not so good for safety.  Add in more than a dash of 'Oh God I'm tired' and you have a less than enjoyable trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I am about to leave work and when I get back to Jeremy's I will be firmly planting my derierre on the couch til tomorrow morning, so I don't have a darn thing to complain about, that is for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am planning on posting something EVERY day this week, without any complaining or whining.  Good luck to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-113988186829105913?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/113988186829105913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=113988186829105913' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/113988186829105913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/113988186829105913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2006/02/new-rule.html' title='New Rule'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-113935999406996283</id><published>2006-02-07T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T09:09:57.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Having a Blog is Depressing</title><content type='html'>It really illustrates just how uninteresting my life is. I thought I'd have two or three great things to post every day, but all I can come up with is blogging about not blogging. I think I could make top 5 on the Lame List for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get our new place in 2 weeks and we move in 4 1/2 weeks, Wow. There is so much to do between now and then, it makes me want to take up drinking. But drinking isn't cheap, so then I'd have something new to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, definitely top 3.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-113935999406996283?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/113935999406996283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=113935999406996283' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/113935999406996283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/113935999406996283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2006/02/having-blog-is-depressing.html' title='Having a Blog is Depressing'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-113874145073560203</id><published>2006-01-31T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T09:09:57.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hope-Princeton</title><content type='html'>Coming back to Vancouver after this weekend, the Coq was closed for over a day and so I had to eventually give in and take the 'other' road yesterday afternoon.  As some background, I have always contested that the Coquihalla is a much superior route in all areas: travel time, safety, enjoyability, and even cost since you spend the equivalent of the $10 in extra gas if you use the Hope-Princeton.  Now, a lot of people are scared of the Coquihalla in the winter, and for good reason.  I mean, both routes are mountain roads but the Coq can definetly be the worst of the two.  However, after having driven the Coq weekend after weekend in the winter for the past 3 months, and now having done the same on the HP, my position has absolutely been solidified, past the point of opinion and squarely into the world of fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The HP yesterday was painfully slow, windy, and poorly maintained.  Even in being a little generous to the HP with my calculations, it added no less than 45 minutes to the trip and used up more than enough extra gas to eat up the $10 in savings.  I also witnessed two near accidents which would have been 'head-on' accidents compared to the 'impact with a snowbank' type accident that I have seen on the Coq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway you slice it, the HP is a slower, more dangerous route between the Okanagan and the Lower Mainland, and why anyone would use it unless the Coq is actually closed, is completely beyond me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-113874145073560203?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/113874145073560203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=113874145073560203' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/113874145073560203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/113874145073560203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2006/01/hope-princeton.html' title='The Hope-Princeton'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-113829219726299321</id><published>2006-01-26T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T09:09:57.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Clear the Air</title><content type='html'>Yes, it was Pillsbury.  Pillsbury Chocolate Chip Cookie dough in the plastic wrapped tube format that looks like a big sausage.  But NO, I did not sit down and polish off the whole thing, that is ridiculous!  I ate about 1/4 of it while watching some TV with Jer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't finish the rest of it til the next morning at work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-113829219726299321?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/113829219726299321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=113829219726299321' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/113829219726299321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/113829219726299321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2006/01/lets-clear-air.html' title='Let&apos;s Clear the Air'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-113814266282304402</id><published>2006-01-24T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T09:09:57.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>General News Update for the World</title><content type='html'>At this point, I have no idea who knows all our latest news and who doesn't, so if I blog about it then I'm off the hook.  I can always say, "You didn't know? I posted it on my blog, I thought you read that!?".  See, it's all about the easy way out.  But seriously, here is all our latest good news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VICKI IS PREGNANT! Woohoo!  We found out just before Christmas, actually on the same day of the year that we found out about Megan 5 years ago.  And, as it turns out, Vicki's due date is August 29, the same as Megan's due date.  Cool.  Of course, after her pregnancy with Megan, Vicki vowed to NEVER AGAIN have a summer pregnancy.  Well, I recently vowed to eat better, so OOPS to both I guess.  It will now be my sole responsibility to keep my beautiful wife cool and comfortable this summer, which I will do with as many air conditioners as necessary. (stay tuned for some good deals on almost-new air conditioners this September)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, we have found a new house down here in Langley. (pretend like I didn't already tell you that in the previous post)  We remove subjects this week and we get possession on Feb.22.  Moving day will be Mar.11 so everyone we know at either end of the trip can consider themselves on notice to help those days.  It's going to be a little crazy getting everything ready to move and getting the new place ready(i have to attempt some minor construction-&lt;em&gt;cringe&lt;/em&gt;) but it will be all worth it to have my family back together.  I CAN'T WAIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there you have it, we sold our house, we bought a new one, we're moving over Spring Break, and we're having another baby.  Wow, life is boring sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-113814266282304402?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/113814266282304402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=113814266282304402' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/113814266282304402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/113814266282304402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2006/01/general-news-update-for-world.html' title='General News Update for the World'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-113772311867201916</id><published>2006-01-19T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T09:09:57.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG, We just bought a house...</title><content type='html'>Yup, after much(probably way too much) thinking and considering and painful decision making, we put in an offer on a townhouse here at the coast this morning, and our offer was accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as long as we remove all the subjects, on February 22 we will be the proud owners of a new(to us) home.  I should be more excited, but I'm just worn out mentally.  I don't know why I worry and over-analyze some things and other things I'm way too laid back about.  I'm such a pain in the ass sometimes, as Vicki will attest to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yay for us, we can see the light at the end of the tunnel of not living together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, now we have to pack up our house.  And by &lt;em&gt;we&lt;/em&gt;, I mean Vicki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you sweetheart!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-113772311867201916?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/113772311867201916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=113772311867201916' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/113772311867201916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/113772311867201916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2006/01/omg-we-just-bought-house.html' title='OMG, We just bought a house...'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-113744104254539675</id><published>2006-01-16T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T09:09:57.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Golden Globes</title><content type='html'>Tonight at 8pm.  What can I say, I love movie award shows.  Each year I try to ensure that my calendar is clear and the night's schedule is well mapped out so that I can sit back and enjoy the pointless celebrity-gauking that is the Golden Globes and the Oscars.  The Oscars are definitely the more important awards and my favorite, but the at the Golden Globes the celebrities are allowed to drink, which can make for more entertaining speeches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year I had to work on Golden Globes night, it was a sad time.  This year, I am free and clear and it will be a great thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know what you're thinking, "Did Vicki know about this kind of thing before she married him?"...Answer - I don't think she did, but it's too late now.    :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-113744104254539675?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/113744104254539675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=113744104254539675' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/113744104254539675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/113744104254539675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2006/01/golden-globes.html' title='The Golden Globes'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-113718977189573868</id><published>2006-01-13T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T09:09:57.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Burnt Fingers...Anyone see "The Office" Last Night?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, here are the pictures of what I did to my fingers with some cooking oil while frying some chicken at Jeremy's house back in November. I did it on a Tuesday night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday Morning:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, that's a big blister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/1600/Burnt%20Fingers%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="228" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/Burnt%20Fingers%201.jpg" width="309" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday Night:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, that's just ridiculous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/1600/Burnt%20Fingers%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="236" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/Burnt%20Fingers%202.jpg" width="313" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/1600/Burnt%20Fingers%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="237" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/Burnt%20Fingers%203.jpg" width="318" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/1600/Burnt%20Fingers%204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="237" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/Burnt%20Fingers%204.jpg" width="317" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday Night:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, that's much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/1600/Burnt%20Fingers%205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="238" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/Burnt%20Fingers%205.jpg" width="316" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-113718977189573868?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/113718977189573868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=113718977189573868' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/113718977189573868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/113718977189573868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-burnt-fingersanyone-see-office-last.html' title='My Burnt Fingers...Anyone see &quot;The Office&quot; Last Night?'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-113718125671220026</id><published>2006-01-13T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T09:09:57.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost time to go home...Yippee!</title><content type='html'>I still don't have anything interesting to post about, but at least I'm not feeling so sorry for myself anymore, man that was hard to take.  I'm going home tonight after work and I get to see my girls; I love the weekends.  The home inspection on our place goes today at 1pm and after that the subjects should all come off.  Still nothing for us to buy here at the coast, but something will come up soon.  We have to start packing this weekend, ugh.  Oh well, it'll be a good reason to throw out stuff we don't really need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to have something more interesting next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-113718125671220026?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/113718125671220026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=113718125671220026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/113718125671220026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/113718125671220026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2006/01/almost-time-to-go-homeyippee.html' title='Almost time to go home...Yippee!'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-113694195832107127</id><published>2006-01-10T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T09:09:57.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have to write something....</title><content type='html'>If I'm going to have a blog, I guess I should post something from time to time. Interesting week. We have an accepted offer on the house, and the subjects should come off on Friday. It's good news, but it's also kind of sad because we're going to have to leave all our friends and family. But, it's the first step towards getting my family back together, this commuting stuff is BS. I miss my girls and I miss Vicki, sooo much. I thought living the bachelor life would be a lot of fun and keep my mind off things, but it's not all it's cracked up to be. Don't get me wrong, it's nice to go back to Jer's and sit my butt on the couch and watch TV all night, I'm sure not complaining. (especially with the 40' LCD TV and HI-DEF channels. Thanks again Jer) But in the end, the only thing that makes me truly happy is my family. I guess that's a good thing about all this, I'll sure appreciate every moment with them even more now, but I can't wait for this transition to be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, this is why I didn't blog earlier, I'm always so melancholy(sp?) in January that I just end up being a downer. That's no fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is...&lt;a href="http://www.ebaumsworld.com/pandagolf.html"&gt;Panda Golf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Jeremy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-113694195832107127?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/113694195832107127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=113694195832107127' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/113694195832107127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/113694195832107127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2006/01/have-to-write-something.html' title='Have to write something....'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-113630531757859500</id><published>2006-01-03T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T09:09:57.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>Ok, the title of this post is all the 'happy' I can muster today.  I'm back at work, away from my family again.  I hate January.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-113630531757859500?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/113630531757859500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=113630531757859500' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/113630531757859500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/113630531757859500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-113512174562115142</id><published>2005-12-20T15:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T09:09:57.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WashWorld</title><content type='html'>Maybe this is wrong, but I am super-stoked over going to WashWorld tonight.  WashWorld is basically the ultimate car wash mecca.  I picked up the Accord last night and tonight I get to go wash it and vacuum it and shampoo the seats and detail the inside.  I love the feeling of having a totally clean car, it's like a fresh start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-113512174562115142?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/113512174562115142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=113512174562115142' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/113512174562115142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/113512174562115142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2005/12/washworld.html' title='WashWorld'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-113511465157140260</id><published>2005-12-20T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T09:09:57.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picasa</title><content type='html'>Picasa is my new favorite software, and everyone should go get it and use it.  It is software for viewing/organizing/printing...digital pictures, and it rocks.  It's made by Google and it is really user friendly and intelligently designed.  And if you can't figure something out, the Help link is quite useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And check the "Red Eye" fixing thing, Vicki loves it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-113511465157140260?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/113511465157140260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=113511465157140260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/113511465157140260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/113511465157140260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2005/12/picasa.html' title='Picasa'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-113511400645528452</id><published>2005-12-20T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T09:09:57.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Burnt fingers are delicate</title><content type='html'>I burnt my fingers a couple weeks ago and they've healed up really nicely.  However, they're obviously not done healing because the skin on them right now is about as strong as rice paper.  Currently, I have 6 separate wounds on the 3 fingers from just bumping them against something accidentally.  It doesn't even hurt when it happens, but it's a pain in the butt cause they start to bleed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral(sp?) of the story is, don't burn your fingers cause it's a pain in the butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....and to think, I give this kind of wisdom out for free.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-113511400645528452?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/113511400645528452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=113511400645528452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/113511400645528452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/113511400645528452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2005/12/burnt-fingers-are-delicate.html' title='Burnt fingers are delicate'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-113503483336313480</id><published>2005-12-19T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T09:09:56.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Reason</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/1600/2005_12190017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/2005_12190017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put simply, this is why we do what we do; for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/2005_12140005.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/2005_12190011.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Thank you Vicki, for everything.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/1600/2005_12190011.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-113503483336313480?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/113503483336313480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=113503483336313480' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/113503483336313480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/113503483336313480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2005/12/reason.html' title='The Reason'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-113502498852792466</id><published>2005-12-19T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T09:09:56.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 'New' Car</title><content type='html'>Today is the day I pick up the 'new to us' 1991 Accord.  I drove back home this weekend in the Civic and left it there to be sold eventually.  So, today I pick up the Accord, and let the countdown begin.  I think I said about two weeks til it explodes on me, so let's see how close I am.&lt;br /&gt;Again, the weekend at home was busier than weekends should be, but what can you do?  We made the best of it and it is always worth any effort it takes to see my girls(all 3 of them).&lt;br /&gt;Only 4 more sleeps til I go back for Christmas holidays and I will be back home for 10 days!&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly wait.&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck with the car, and place your bets!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-113502498852792466?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/113502498852792466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=113502498852792466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/113502498852792466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/113502498852792466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2005/12/new-car.html' title='The &apos;New&apos; Car'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803015.post-113458997834928997</id><published>2005-12-14T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T09:09:56.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so tired it kind of hurts...</title><content type='html'>I decided that since I'm down here at the coast and I don't know when I'll have an opportunity to be living without responsibilities like this again, I shouldn't waste the opportunity and I should do some impulsive, fun things that I couldn't do in my real life.&lt;br /&gt;So, I decided to go with Jeremy last night to see the midnight showing of King Kong.  I figured, so maybe I get to bed at 2am or so, that's not so bad.  So, the movie was great, really well done.  I have to say I enjoyed it all, all 3 Freakin' Hours of it!  Yes, too late it was realized that it wasn't a regular length movie, it was 'Titanic-esque' in its length.  So, I got to bed at around 3:45am.  I decided to splurge and let myself sleep in til 7am, so I got over 4 solid hours of sleep.  As it turns out though, my body apparently likes more sleep than that.  I'll try to remember that for next time.&lt;br /&gt;So, now I'm at work, and I'm hurting, and I have people talking to me all morning about calculus algorithms and code bugs.&lt;br /&gt;My coffee is my only friend today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, it was worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19803015-113458997834928997?l=drogall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/feeds/113458997834928997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19803015&amp;postID=113458997834928997' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/113458997834928997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19803015/posts/default/113458997834928997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drogall.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-so-tired-it-kind-of-hurts.html' title='I&apos;m so tired it kind of hurts...'/><author><name>Donovan Rogall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6101/1967/320/BlogPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
