<?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-7435535057728181057</id><updated>2011-11-27T03:57:16.670-06:00</updated><category term='Reading'/><category term='Hugs'/><category term='dad'/><category term='New Perspective'/><category term='Paitence End'/><category term='over coming tiredness'/><category term='Taxes'/><category term='Walking Molly'/><category term='Parenting'/><category term='Weekend'/><category term='live bands'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='Fat Tuesday'/><category term='Job Search'/><category term='catch up'/><category term='Bar Hopping'/><category term='Twilight'/><category term='School Event'/><category term='recap'/><category term='Tired'/><category term='Adventure'/><category term='Testing'/><category term='Game Night'/><category term='Moving'/><category term='gifts'/><category term='Rearranging'/><category term='First Post'/><category term='Personal Growth'/><category term='good night kiss'/><category term='horseback riding'/><category term='Work'/><category term='Giggles'/><category term='Day off'/><category term='My Kids'/><category term='She&apos;s right'/><category term='Me Time'/><category term='smores'/><category term='promotion'/><category term='Touching Peoples Lives'/><category term='Drinking'/><category term='Fitness'/><category term='Calmness'/><category term='Running'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='Happy Mood'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='My Namage'/><category term='Wolverine'/><category term='Proud Father'/><category term='Laughter'/><category term='Raise'/><category term='Salsa Dancing'/><category term='Premier. Movies'/><category term='Christmas time'/><category term='Mardi Gras'/><category term='Sleep Over'/><category term='Birthdays'/><category term='Mindless'/><category term='Room'/><category term='Best Friend'/><category term='Bowling'/><category term='burn'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='Worry'/><category term='Death'/><category term='Education'/><category term='Star Trek'/><category term='parade'/><category term='I&apos;m wrong'/><category term='Summer vacation'/><title type='text'>Joys, Wonders and Gummi Bears</title><subtitle type='html'>Hello Everybuddy! Welcome to Joys, Wonders and Gummi Bears.  I'd like to use this to share with you the things in my life that make me happy, make me think and are just silly, no matter how big or small they are. 

Enjoy!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeeuphonium.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435535057728181057/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeeuphonium.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>JoeEuphonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11856321221576623685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYBIArfluoc/SnB4-OxSVyI/AAAAAAAAABo/OYpSiTAyJCI/S220/Smilebox_3511908609.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435535057728181057.post-8073957439414138777</id><published>2009-07-29T11:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T11:41:27.607-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job Search'/><title type='text'>The Count Down....</title><content type='html'>Wow the summer has indeed gone by fast. I so enjoyed my summer vacation with Shar and Gabe. My lil ones had such a wonderful time. Today I start my thirty day count down until I drive off to Cali more permanently.  It's kinda weird. It seems like there is lots to do but then there kinda isn't. It's hard to explain. I think its just an apprehensive feeling is all. It's scary and it's exciting. One moment I think about calling the whole  thing off and the next I am thinking about how much of a better place I am going to be in (physically and emotionally) . I am working on submitting lots of Job Apps online. I have gotten them out to Trader Joe's, Safeway and UPS. I will work on Fed Ex, Wal Greens, Rite Aid and target next. I really want to research Apple very badly and see where I might be able to fit in there. I also want to check out financial aid again with De Anza College. ^.^ Sometimes I fantasize what it would be like to work at my friend Beth's College ^.^ . That's a bit of a drive though. This weekend I take my car in to get up and running for the long trip. Initially I was planning a 5 or six day trip, but we got extremely lucky and got a down stairs apartment! Sept 1st is the move in date. So I think I am going to break the trip up into three 12 hour drive days. That would put me there on the 31st. The move in happens on the 1st of sept. My last day of work is aug 28th. I am already telling my customers that I will be leaving. Lot's of them are surprised and saddened but also very happy for me too. I love them ^.^ .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435535057728181057-8073957439414138777?l=joeeuphonium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeeuphonium.blogspot.com/feeds/8073957439414138777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7435535057728181057&amp;postID=8073957439414138777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435535057728181057/posts/default/8073957439414138777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435535057728181057/posts/default/8073957439414138777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeeuphonium.blogspot.com/2009/07/count-down.html' title='The Count Down....'/><author><name>JoeEuphonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11856321221576623685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYBIArfluoc/SnB4-OxSVyI/AAAAAAAAABo/OYpSiTAyJCI/S220/Smilebox_3511908609.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435535057728181057.post-462264613250712224</id><published>2009-05-14T20:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T21:03:23.596-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Best Friend'/><title type='text'>My Best Friend</title><content type='html'>My best friend is Gerson. He is the husband of one of my bosses. We do a lot of things together. I enjoy his company immensely. We are very much alike in so many ways.  Gerson has always said that its going to suck when I leave but this evening it was kind of the first time where he wished I would rethink going. He told me how he was worried for me. He sees how much I have and am investing in my relationship with Shar, and while she sounds like a cool person he is afraid to see me get hurt. He told me that he does not judge me on my decision to leave my family and he understands why I am doing it and that he respects my decision. It was a very emotional moment for the both of us. I am very close to Gerson and secretly I wish we were brother in laws. I am glad he is concerned, any brother would be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435535057728181057-462264613250712224?l=joeeuphonium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeeuphonium.blogspot.com/feeds/462264613250712224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7435535057728181057&amp;postID=462264613250712224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435535057728181057/posts/default/462264613250712224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435535057728181057/posts/default/462264613250712224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeeuphonium.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-best-friend.html' title='My Best Friend'/><author><name>JoeEuphonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11856321221576623685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYBIArfluoc/SnB4-OxSVyI/AAAAAAAAABo/OYpSiTAyJCI/S220/Smilebox_3511908609.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435535057728181057.post-8359460299385111783</id><published>2009-05-10T22:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T22:12:58.513-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Premier. Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Star Trek'/><title type='text'>Star Trek!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok I have seen this Movie THREE TIMES!!! I saw it at the mid night premier with Gerson, Lindsay, and friends. I saw it Saturday night with Bobbie Jo, an old friend whom I haven't seen since high school. Finally I saw it tonight with my mom for mothers day. This is the only movie that I have seen more than once paying full price. It's that good. I am safe to say I have finally had my fill. The only thing that would have made this cooler would to have been in San Francisco and gone to see it with Dave and Beth. Well, there is always Terminator for that I suppose. ^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435535057728181057-8359460299385111783?l=joeeuphonium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeeuphonium.blogspot.com/feeds/8359460299385111783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7435535057728181057&amp;postID=8359460299385111783' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435535057728181057/posts/default/8359460299385111783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435535057728181057/posts/default/8359460299385111783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeeuphonium.blogspot.com/2009/05/star-trek.html' title='Star Trek!!!'/><author><name>JoeEuphonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11856321221576623685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYBIArfluoc/SnB4-OxSVyI/AAAAAAAAABo/OYpSiTAyJCI/S220/Smilebox_3511908609.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435535057728181057.post-3652710110502915142</id><published>2009-04-28T20:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T21:10:31.153-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Testing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Calmness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Worry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Education'/><title type='text'>Calmness is key....</title><content type='html'>Today Angie became &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;upset&lt;/span&gt; with me and started yelling and tried to start a fight. She was concerned about a test Jon took today for his K-4 class. Angie enrolled him in First Baptist School. It is a private school in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Brownsville&lt;/span&gt;. We enrolled Tori for K-3 for a year. The school is a good school. Angie enrolled and paid for it though without consulting me though. I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jon&lt;/span&gt; would have been just as well off in a public school &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt; k program though. But that was her decision.   So today &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jon&lt;/span&gt; took a test to see where he was at. He didn't  do well in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of areas while at the same time he exceeded in others. They told Angie they were a little concerned of where he was at. I called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Angie&lt;/span&gt; after work and she told me she was worried. I told her that I was not and that with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; work from the summer he will be fine. I think she mistook my lack of worry as a lack of concern. She got angry and asked me why I was not talking about it. I had told her that I just wanted to see the test results so I can see what Jon needs to work on.  My son is an extremely bright boy. I have no doubt in my mind that he will master what he needs to by the end of the summer. I am concerned for Angie that she let this stress her as much as she did. She has a certificate in child development. She worked in a day care for years and then owned and operated one herself. She is working on her bachelors in education right now. I suppose the fact that John is her son maybe made it difficult for her to be objective about it. Indeed i did tell her that she was worrying more than she should and not being objective about it. Later this evening she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;texted&lt;/span&gt; me that she doesn't want to fight with me and she wants to know what WE will do about it and what WE will plan. I told her that I have full confidence in her education and experience to develop a plan for johnny and that once I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; Jon's recommendations of what he needs to work on that I too will be able to develop a plan for him here. I know that with the help of my mom who has umpteen years of child development experience and is a huge part of Tori's and Johnny's life that it will be no problem at all. I am saddened that Angie yet again takes how I act as a sign of coldness and unconcern. I have also been told from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Shar&lt;/span&gt; though that sometimes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; shut down in order to avoid confrontation. I wonder if maybe that is what Angie was referring to?  Needless to say though, when it comes to Tori and Johnny and even Gabe in the future, I like to honestly believe that I will be able to approach there education in Calmness and not let negative feelings &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;disrupt&lt;/span&gt; and dissolve a love for education which I will strive to the best of my ability to create for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435535057728181057-3652710110502915142?l=joeeuphonium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeeuphonium.blogspot.com/feeds/3652710110502915142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7435535057728181057&amp;postID=3652710110502915142' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435535057728181057/posts/default/3652710110502915142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435535057728181057/posts/default/3652710110502915142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeeuphonium.blogspot.com/2009/04/calmness-is-key.html' title='Calmness is key....'/><author><name>JoeEuphonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11856321221576623685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYBIArfluoc/SnB4-OxSVyI/AAAAAAAAABo/OYpSiTAyJCI/S220/Smilebox_3511908609.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435535057728181057.post-1667591311827072859</id><published>2009-04-26T23:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T23:54:25.224-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good night kiss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='over coming tiredness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>Beating the tireds....</title><content type='html'>What a wonderful night. I am so thankful of the days when you overcome the tiredness to do something that would be just as easy not to. The kids came in from San Antonio ... a four hour drive... and I was just finishing work and was going to take them to Brownsville... another hour drive. It was Trevor's birthday party today at Sagebrush (a ranch/Montessori school) and they invited us to the party. Its about a twenty min drive in the other direction. I weighed in the options of going vs not going. In the end I decided ... fuck it...lets just do it. And man was I glad. The kids had a blast. They had an obstacle course bouncer and a Water slide bouncer. They had water guns for every kid. I didn't bring bathing suits but they had fun in shorts and i had spare clothes to change them in afterwards from there trip to San Antonio. It was at a ranch/Montessori school. They had hay rides that they went on. We ate hot dogs. My fav was campfire smores! All the kids wanted the ones i made because i made them perfectly golden vs burnt like the other adults making them. lol. ^.^ I ate three of them. We were the last to leave. In the end my coworkers and Lindsay and Tessa and tori where playing in the water bouncer. I wish i had a change of clothes for me cause i so would have jumped in too. Well we ended up getting to Brownsville late because of that. I was hoping Angie would meet me half way because after that i was really tired. Alas, she had no gas. But, it was still good. I got to tuck the kids straight into bed and give them good night kisses. I loved that. So ... today has been all about overcoming the tired and having awesome things happen in return. This to me... is what being a good dad is all about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435535057728181057-1667591311827072859?l=joeeuphonium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeeuphonium.blogspot.com/feeds/1667591311827072859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7435535057728181057&amp;postID=1667591311827072859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435535057728181057/posts/default/1667591311827072859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435535057728181057/posts/default/1667591311827072859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeeuphonium.blogspot.com/2009/04/beating-tireds.html' title='Beating the tireds....'/><author><name>JoeEuphonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11856321221576623685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYBIArfluoc/SnB4-OxSVyI/AAAAAAAAABo/OYpSiTAyJCI/S220/Smilebox_3511908609.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435535057728181057.post-2801248485091771120</id><published>2009-04-20T12:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T13:15:13.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reset.</title><content type='html'>I think after this weekend I know how a machine that goes bonkers and needs to be reset feels. If machines could feel..... damn dirty robots! (getting ready for terminator as you can tell) . It was weird how the ups and downs just came and went so fast. I finally feel purged though. At least i think I am. Something kept popping in my mind alot sunday.... its a picture of two planets circling around each other.... and i hear my voice saying...I don't want my world to revolve around you... I want our worlds to revolve around each other.  I don't know why but it just kept flashing in my mind continually. Sooo vivid. Last night was also a reminder of all my friends that love me dearly. I had a wonderful support group with Becca, Erin and Cathy. And then there was my Shar. It's sickening kind of how so at ease I can feel after talking ot her. Scary a little. I love her dearly and am so thankful for her.  I have been having problems sleeping at night. I actually inadvertantly asked shar to share some of her ambien to help me get my sleep back. Last night i was up to 3:30 again.  With this being a weird weekend for me personaly, of course Angie sensed my weakness and jumped on me. Last night it was about how i need to give her praise for the job she is doing as a mother.  How this came about out of "whats wrong with you" ... I have no idea. I felt like i quickly fell back into old patterns with her and i cursed myself.  Later on though  I realize that I have made steps in positive directions. I realized that I didn't actually give in to what she wanted.  Yes it is still not settled but I did not say yes to her. This gives me some comfort. I am hoping to hear from the bosses soon when the store will be closing so I can visit Shar and Gabe. I miss them terribly. I am also looking so much forward to seeing Beth again to. She rocks and makes me smiles. As days go by though my much coveted day dreams of going to watch star trek in san fran is starting to fade into dreams never fullfilled land. Still, everything happens for a reason. Today I am strong. I am loved. I am wanted. I have been productive for others and for myself. I will get a run in to make my body and mind healthier. I will take a page from my love and take time for myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435535057728181057-2801248485091771120?l=joeeuphonium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeeuphonium.blogspot.com/feeds/2801248485091771120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7435535057728181057&amp;postID=2801248485091771120' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435535057728181057/posts/default/2801248485091771120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435535057728181057/posts/default/2801248485091771120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeeuphonium.blogspot.com/2009/04/reset.html' title='Reset.'/><author><name>JoeEuphonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11856321221576623685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYBIArfluoc/SnB4-OxSVyI/AAAAAAAAABo/OYpSiTAyJCI/S220/Smilebox_3511908609.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435535057728181057.post-539693054808986378</id><published>2009-04-05T21:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T21:57:00.071-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sleep Over'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wolverine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend'/><title type='text'>When Life Gives You Lemons....</title><content type='html'>So I come home Friday afternoon to pick up something before I go pick up my wonderful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; ones for the weekend and my Grandmother tells me to show &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bubber&lt;/span&gt; the shower upstairs and my bed room because he is going to be staying there while he is here. My jaw drops and I stammer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.  There isn't really much that I can do. My heart is weighed down that me and my children are so easily displaced by a distant cousin of my aunts and uncles like that.  I prepare my room for him and run through options in my head. The first thing that I think to do is not bring my kids this weekend and let them stay in the comfort of their own home not knowing what my plans were going to be. I called my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;uncle&lt;/span&gt; to ask if we could stay in his spare room (he has a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;humungous&lt;/span&gt; house) I did not get the answer that I would expect from family, and in the end got that it wasn't a good idea and try to find another place since my aunt wasn't feeling well. So I had stopped at work to talk to my aunt and was telling the situation to her and my boss and Jess (my boss) said "well why don't you guys just come and stay with us in our spare bedroom". At first I was like ...well.. no that would be awkward, to which she replied that that was quite ridiculous seeing that i stay over there playing magic to 2 or 4 in the morning, whats a few more hours. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Sooo&lt;/span&gt;.. I thought about the options that I had and decided that I was going to take her up on her offer and turn this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;crappy&lt;/span&gt; turn of events into something &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;adventurous&lt;/span&gt;. We ended up having an awesome weekend spending the night with them. Friday Trevor and Tessa ended up sleeping over at their grandparents home and so the kids went down semi early. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Gerson&lt;/span&gt; and I stayed up and watched the leaked version of Wolverine together on his computer. It rocked and we were excited. Saturday night I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;babysitted&lt;/span&gt; for Jess and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Gers&lt;/span&gt; so they could go out as a couple to a gathering. The kids had a blast together. Tessa and Tori put make up on each other and they all had a pillow fight. We stayed up till 10:30 watching Speed Racer on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;. Everyone was perfect. Jess and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Gers&lt;/span&gt; were home before 11 ^.^ I told them they were losers for getting home so early when they had a babysitter to take advantage of ^.^ . We had fun conversations and then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Gers&lt;/span&gt; and I played magic when Jess headed to bed. Besides that, work was wonderfully hectic with an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;unthought&lt;/span&gt; of turn out for our sale we threw together. Saturday ended up being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ubber&lt;/span&gt; busy and we were not really prepared for it staff wise ^.^ . I had a great weekend. I am thankful I was able to get my fear of being displaced under wrap right away and was able to take advantage of what was offered to me. I was offered by Jess and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Gers&lt;/span&gt; to stay with them if I need to as well as Lindsay (Jess's sister). I assured them it was just for this weekend until i can get another room upstairs situated for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Bubber&lt;/span&gt; to sleep in. However, I am very well thinking of taking up Lindsay on her offer. She has a big house all to herself and she is a wonderful person and we get along fantastic. It would be nice living in a place where I would be appreciated. However, I am just toying with the thought right now. Anyways, I am off to get some recuperating rest now. Curious to know what you all think I should do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435535057728181057-539693054808986378?l=joeeuphonium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeeuphonium.blogspot.com/feeds/539693054808986378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7435535057728181057&amp;postID=539693054808986378' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435535057728181057/posts/default/539693054808986378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435535057728181057/posts/default/539693054808986378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeeuphonium.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-life-gives-you-lemons.html' title='When Life Gives You Lemons....'/><author><name>JoeEuphonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11856321221576623685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYBIArfluoc/SnB4-OxSVyI/AAAAAAAAABo/OYpSiTAyJCI/S220/Smilebox_3511908609.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435535057728181057.post-2988178718945108391</id><published>2009-04-02T00:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T00:45:57.288-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hugs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Touching Peoples Lives'/><title type='text'>Why I Love My Job.</title><content type='html'>Man there are lots of reasons I love my job, but the biggest one is that I am able to connect to people. Saturday I was really really tired. I had very little sleep the last two nights for one reason or another and it was showing through at work. I was grumpy and a bit biting with my co-workers... well.. I was not as tolerant to their lackadaisical usual selves.  Anyways by the afternoon i was drained. I walked up to a customer and asked her if everything was alright and if she needed help. I must have been so tired that my facial features looked like extreme concern and she got scared and said no she was fine but was looking like that maybe there was a reason she shouldn't be and asked if something was wrong. I chuckled and apologized and explained nothing was wrong that I was just tired and my question came out wrong because of that. We talked for a good bit while her children played in the store. After a bit I had to ring up and then was working on a display when she came up to me before she was left and told me that she wanted to thank me before I she left. She is a mother of two and a teacher and it was nice having a conversation with an adult like she did with me because she can't remember when the last time she had one was. She wanted to let me know how it made her feel and how much she appreciated it.  That's what I live for. Touching peoples lives like that. It's not even with work. I try and strive as much as possible to have a positive effect in as many lives as I can touch.  Today another customer came in. I actually have met her once before through an acquaintance. She was setting up a birthday registry for her sun and I was talking to her and explaining things. She was going around picking up things and asked a question about something and we ended up talking more and I got around to asking her how she was doing lately. She sighed and said "you know what, not so well" She went on to tell me somethings that were turning her life upside down. I felt very bad and did the only thing that i could do... offer her a hug. I gave her a big hug and she thanked me and said how she really needed that.  I have been frustrated a lil bit at work with a lot of  lack of sight with the coming future, but touching lives like that just makes everything ok. Sometimes I forget that there is a purpose for me, I may not understand why I am where I am, but I am sure who ever is in charge out there does. *huggles to everybuddy*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435535057728181057-2988178718945108391?l=joeeuphonium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeeuphonium.blogspot.com/feeds/2988178718945108391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7435535057728181057&amp;postID=2988178718945108391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435535057728181057/posts/default/2988178718945108391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435535057728181057/posts/default/2988178718945108391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeeuphonium.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-i-love-my-job.html' title='Why I Love My Job.'/><author><name>JoeEuphonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11856321221576623685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYBIArfluoc/SnB4-OxSVyI/AAAAAAAAABo/OYpSiTAyJCI/S220/Smilebox_3511908609.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435535057728181057.post-5856144055574631345</id><published>2009-02-25T00:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T01:16:17.128-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fat Tuesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='live bands'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mardi Gras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bar Hopping'/><title type='text'>Fat Tuesday!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was going to impose a self induced mandatory lock in. I have noticed since John had left that I had purposely been keeping myself out. It was about time for me to turn and face the aloneliness (my own word). Then I found out that today was Fat Tuesday and well .... i just couldn't NOT go out and join the fun. So I asked around to see who wanted to go and no one was up for it. I was going to go out alone and I decided to text an old friend of mine. Ariel and I use to be really close when we were in high school. We were a close bunch of guys during that time. So i texted him and asked him if he wanted to come check out the downtown tonight. I had come once before ... for like an hour. He hadn't been down here at all. I wasn't even sure what would be going on but I took a chance ... heck its Fat Tuesday... SOMETHING has to be going on. I bought a blinking beaded necklace from work and picked up one more from the house and then headed out. We had a blast! I wanted to check out a place that a coworker said she liked called Speak Easy but it was closed! So we walked down to a place called The Dive. It freaking rocked! It was definitely my kinda place. They played lots of 90's 80's and 70's rock. You know the place is special when they have TWINKIES on the menu! After a while there we went next door to a place called Rhythm and Brews. It was nice. a little more upscale from the blue jeans and t shirt place of The Dive. Guys were dressed up in nicer shirts, and girls wore short black dresses. The place was a lil nicer. I like to think the waitress thought I was cute because she gave me my Dr. Pepper's for free while she charged Ariel for his beers. The last two of the four had cherries in them. I probably got them for free though because she probably thought I was a designated driver. Now my blinking bead necklace had been coveted all night with three girls asking where i got it from . One told me she worked at moon beams and told me to visit her during the day sometime and squeezed my bicep...I'm pretty sure she was dissappointed.  Anyways, at Rhythm and Brews one girl came up to me and asked me if she could borrow my necklace because her friends told her there was no way that she could get it from me and that she would give it back when she leaves.  She was the only one to ask me if she could have it and i was going to get it back so i said yes. Anyways Ariel and I left first and so I went to go get it back. She told me she would give it to me out side. I suppose she wanted to save face in front of her friends. She gave it back to me and she like everyone else asked where i got it from. And the she asked if she could have it. Me being a nice guy of course said yes. I got a big hug for it. ^.^ . Of the evening I started of with two strings of beads and ended up with five even after giving one away. The last place we stopped out was an old old movie theater called El Cine Rey. They had a blues and fusion band playing in the lobby of the theater with lots of couches inside and out. It was smaller crowd and more intimate.  I liked it.  It had red lights and red velvet couches. My favorite place was still The Dive though. This saturday they are going to have some Industrial bands play. I want to check that out. It's going to be a saturday where I won't have the kids so that should work out nicely.  Plus there is another place called Lounge M that is going to have a punk band from Portland, Oregon play. That is in March.  I had a wonderful night and I am glad I went out. I loved catching up with Ariel. I hope we can make this our thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435535057728181057-5856144055574631345?l=joeeuphonium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeeuphonium.blogspot.com/feeds/5856144055574631345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7435535057728181057&amp;postID=5856144055574631345' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435535057728181057/posts/default/5856144055574631345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435535057728181057/posts/default/5856144055574631345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeeuphonium.blogspot.com/2009/02/fat-tuesday.html' title='Fat Tuesday!'/><author><name>JoeEuphonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11856321221576623685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYBIArfluoc/SnB4-OxSVyI/AAAAAAAAABo/OYpSiTAyJCI/S220/Smilebox_3511908609.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435535057728181057.post-4218682015111894529</id><published>2009-02-19T08:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T08:43:10.451-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Game Night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bowling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drinking'/><title type='text'>Strike!</title><content type='html'>We have restarted game night at work again. Game night was something we started doing at work to help go out and unwind and get closer together as co-workers. Last night we headed out to Flamingo Bowl for some bowling. I had a blast! Before I had left I had loosened up my muscles with a tall mug of rum and coke. I was the first to get there so I got a lane for us. It was quarter game night and we were in lane six. We had so much fun. There was a couple next to us there was a couple in lane seven that were dopplegangers of me and shar.... except ten years younger ... and 40lbs lighter &gt;.&lt; .... which ten years ago... we probably were too hehe.  I was begging for someone to take a picture so that I could show shar but everyone was to embarassed because the couple was very lovey  and would kiss alot... it was cute ... watching them have fun bowling and then drown everything out to be in there own world for a kiss.  Anyways ... it just makes me realize I should buy an I phone already. SOOOO.... I did ok the first game....I scored a 77... but it wasn't until Eddie got there and bought a piture of beer that things got intresting. Now... I don't drink beer. I just don't like it... but last night i had three cups. It just reinforced my belief that drinking a FEW drinks while bowling helps loosens you up so you can bowl better. I got a 98 on my second game and on the third game I got a 138 my best score EVER bowling. It's funny because on nights like that ... I imagine how much better they are going to be when Shar is there too.  ^.^ ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Bowling Shoes Rock!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435535057728181057-4218682015111894529?l=joeeuphonium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeeuphonium.blogspot.com/feeds/4218682015111894529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7435535057728181057&amp;postID=4218682015111894529' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435535057728181057/posts/default/4218682015111894529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435535057728181057/posts/default/4218682015111894529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeeuphonium.blogspot.com/2009/02/strike.html' title='Strike!'/><author><name>JoeEuphonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11856321221576623685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYBIArfluoc/SnB4-OxSVyI/AAAAAAAAABo/OYpSiTAyJCI/S220/Smilebox_3511908609.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435535057728181057.post-325244550145168961</id><published>2009-02-14T21:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T21:48:15.922-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vibe in Mcallen Downtown!?</title><content type='html'>Ok.... when did my little city get a downtown night life!?  I went out friday night to seventeenth st down town. And there was a vibe! Holy Schmoly! I didn't get to enjoy it that long but that part of the story doesn't belong in here. I did love the live music coming out of the bars and clubs. I felt the energy of the people walking on the side walks. I felt safe and protected from the police officers on bikes. The plan was to hop from place to place checking it all out but i only got to enjoy the first stop. It was called the Patio. A very nice upscale place with a nice salsa band playing in a courtyard and a swanky sexy lounge singer playing on a piano inside. I had the best &lt;a href="http://www.idrink.com/v.html?id=4091"&gt;blow job&lt;/a&gt; ever! I even got a picture of it!  I will share it later on. Anyways... I really can't wait to go back and check the rest of the strip out. I will be having a me weekend this next weekend and that will be my chance to check it out.  I don't think they have the dance atmosphere I am looking for but I won't know until I go check it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435535057728181057-325244550145168961?l=joeeuphonium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeeuphonium.blogspot.com/feeds/325244550145168961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7435535057728181057&amp;postID=325244550145168961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435535057728181057/posts/default/325244550145168961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435535057728181057/posts/default/325244550145168961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeeuphonium.blogspot.com/2009/02/vibe-in-mcallen-downtown.html' title='Vibe in Mcallen Downtown!?'/><author><name>JoeEuphonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11856321221576623685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYBIArfluoc/SnB4-OxSVyI/AAAAAAAAABo/OYpSiTAyJCI/S220/Smilebox_3511908609.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435535057728181057.post-1381516399867059647</id><published>2009-02-11T00:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T00:30:19.412-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>It's my birthday!</title><content type='html'>Well... another year older. ^.^ I absolutely thought I was going to pass this birthday quietly. I had seen it in my head as just another day. I am not sure that is going to be the case. I have already had lots of friends wish me happy birthday... and it hadn't even started yet. ^.^ I definitely felt the love. Shar called and sang happy birthday to me at mid night. It meant the world to me....more than she knows. I had also actually gotten a wonderful birthday wish from Angie, Tori's and Johnny's mom. It felt good to hear that from her too. What surprised me most was the wishes from people that I would have not expected and from the ones that I hadn't talked to in a long while. My gift from Elli in Gaia was very much a wonderful surprise as well.  My original intentions today was going to spend it playing magic with the guys, but now that I have Jon here , well it's the best gift a father could ask for. Mom is going take me out for Chinese when I get out of work. I am very much looking forward to that. :P As for gifts....I got an early one from Angie... well... she wanted to buy me something at the mall on friday but i didn't see anything... instead I told her I wanted magic cards and she gave me the money for that. ^.^ yayness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435535057728181057-1381516399867059647?l=joeeuphonium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeeuphonium.blogspot.com/feeds/1381516399867059647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7435535057728181057&amp;postID=1381516399867059647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435535057728181057/posts/default/1381516399867059647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435535057728181057/posts/default/1381516399867059647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeeuphonium.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-my-birthday.html' title='It&apos;s my birthday!'/><author><name>JoeEuphonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11856321221576623685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYBIArfluoc/SnB4-OxSVyI/AAAAAAAAABo/OYpSiTAyJCI/S220/Smilebox_3511908609.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435535057728181057.post-6144646831446957419</id><published>2009-02-10T09:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T09:44:08.233-06:00</updated><title type='text'>An entire week with my son!</title><content type='html'>My world is brighter! I haven't felt this.... alive ... since I was with Shar and Gabe. This weekend was an unusual weekend for the kids and me. Angie was supposed to come pick them up sunday. Long story short, she didn't end up coming for them. I told her that it would be fine for tori to miss a day of school and Jon isn't in day care anymore. Monday was my day off so I got to spend some wonderful time with just me and them. Angie come late monday afternoon and we went to get some paperwork done and then out to eat. When we were finishing up Jon said that he wanted to stay with me. Of course he can stay with me. Angie didn't think he would do it though. We had to run and pick up some brake lights for her truck and while we were doing that I quickly made some calls and made some arrangements for Jon to be taken care of while I was at work. When the time came Angie tried pulling her crocodile tears and use a guilt trip on Jon to make him go back with her but it absolutely had no effect on him. Poor Tori though... it did work on her and she told me that mommy would be sad if johnny stayed. I paid no attention to angie whatsoever and told her that I would be happy at least. She called again late last night but I didn't let her pouting get me down even the slightest. So it's going to be a boys week. I am extremely happy again. I was thinking about it last night.... there are only a handful of people in this world that can make me feel like this. I'm glad. ^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435535057728181057-6144646831446957419?l=joeeuphonium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeeuphonium.blogspot.com/feeds/6144646831446957419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7435535057728181057&amp;postID=6144646831446957419' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435535057728181057/posts/default/6144646831446957419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435535057728181057/posts/default/6144646831446957419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeeuphonium.blogspot.com/2009/02/entire-week-with-my-son.html' title='An entire week with my son!'/><author><name>JoeEuphonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11856321221576623685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYBIArfluoc/SnB4-OxSVyI/AAAAAAAAABo/OYpSiTAyJCI/S220/Smilebox_3511908609.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435535057728181057.post-8062938678969567684</id><published>2009-02-05T17:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T17:15:27.810-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taxes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day off'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Walking Molly'/><title type='text'>It's Thursday!</title><content type='html'>&gt;.&lt; hehe My Thursday is the equivalence to everyone elses Friday. I need to clean up around the house so that I can enjoy the evening catching up on Lost, Heroes and then start reading my very anticipated Breaking Dawn! The weight and length of it calms me a bit and ensures me that I will won't read it in a flash and have plenty of story to satisfy myself with. ^.^ Even though tomorrow is my day off, it seems like its chalked full of things that need to get done starting with a drive down to Brownsville to do my taxes with Angie. No vegging out for me. Before I start off cleaning I am going to take molly for a long walk. She deserves it. ^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435535057728181057-8062938678969567684?l=joeeuphonium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeeuphonium.blogspot.com/feeds/8062938678969567684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7435535057728181057&amp;postID=8062938678969567684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435535057728181057/posts/default/8062938678969567684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435535057728181057/posts/default/8062938678969567684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeeuphonium.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-thursday.html' title='It&apos;s Thursday!'/><author><name>JoeEuphonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11856321221576623685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYBIArfluoc/SnB4-OxSVyI/AAAAAAAAABo/OYpSiTAyJCI/S220/Smilebox_3511908609.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435535057728181057.post-5623709692502834694</id><published>2009-02-05T02:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T02:29:01.206-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Salsa Dancing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reading'/><title type='text'>The Twilight Series....</title><content type='html'>O.K. This has to be one of the most addicting series that I have read in AGES. I read New Moon in Two Nights!!! It's probably been like 15 years since I have done that. Probably more! Anyways... I finished Eclipse last week, and I had to make a decision...I could wait to see if I would get Breaking Dawn for my birthday which is on the 11th... or I could go and buy it myself. IF I choose to buy it that would mean that I couldn't take the salsa dance lessons that I was planning on taking... having spent that money on the book. Well.... I couldn't wait that long...I had to start reading it. So today I went and bought it. &gt;.&lt; I figured that my desire to finish the series was WAY greater than my desire to learn to salsa. Salsa will be there after I am finished and I will enjoy it even more knowing that my soul is complete again having finished the series. &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435535057728181057-5623709692502834694?l=joeeuphonium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeeuphonium.blogspot.com/feeds/5623709692502834694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7435535057728181057&amp;postID=5623709692502834694' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435535057728181057/posts/default/5623709692502834694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435535057728181057/posts/default/5623709692502834694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeeuphonium.blogspot.com/2009/02/twilight-series.html' title='The Twilight Series....'/><author><name>JoeEuphonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11856321221576623685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYBIArfluoc/SnB4-OxSVyI/AAAAAAAAABo/OYpSiTAyJCI/S220/Smilebox_3511908609.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435535057728181057.post-4437723598219108252</id><published>2009-01-26T18:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T19:02:43.393-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Mood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='She&apos;s right'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Running'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m wrong'/><title type='text'>*le sigh* Shar is right and I am wrong.</title><content type='html'>Ok so me and Shar were talking about running. She says that running makes her feel good. I said it doesn't make me feel good but it does make me feel a sense of accomplishment.... and so as I am running today I notice my cheeks hurting... and then I realize I'M SMILING! DOH! Gawd... I laughed and when I started to walk again I pulled out my phone to call Shar and acknowledge that she was right and I was wrong. Running does indeed make me happy. &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435535057728181057-4437723598219108252?l=joeeuphonium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeeuphonium.blogspot.com/feeds/4437723598219108252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7435535057728181057&amp;postID=4437723598219108252' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435535057728181057/posts/default/4437723598219108252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435535057728181057/posts/default/4437723598219108252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeeuphonium.blogspot.com/2009/01/le-sigh-shar-is-right-and-i-am-wrong.html' title='*le sigh* Shar is right and I am wrong.'/><author><name>JoeEuphonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11856321221576623685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYBIArfluoc/SnB4-OxSVyI/AAAAAAAAABo/OYpSiTAyJCI/S220/Smilebox_3511908609.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435535057728181057.post-5941550593451828165</id><published>2009-01-26T18:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T18:59:28.597-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='catch up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recap'/><title type='text'>What has happened in the last month....</title><content type='html'>Wow! Over a month since I posted! I'm almost as bad as shar &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I am going to try and fill you in with whats happened....be warned... it's sporadic &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the trip was everything I hoped for and more.  I love shar's family.  Lee, I love her to death. Barbra had me very scared at first but I think I grew on her in the end. The scenic drive up there.... gorgeous! The snow was beautiful. Shar got me a bracelet that I absolutely love. She also got very sick. :(. I stayed an another week to help take care of her. All though I would have stayed mostly because I didn't want to go. I met Beth! She is everything I imagined she would be. I love Beth! She Rocks! She took me on a tour of San Francisco. I saw more than I thought I could in a day. My favorite place was the hill that over looked all of San Fran. I can't wait till I am living up with Shar. Then I can call up Beth and we can we can just go chill out on top of the hill and drink Boones and have a good time. ^.^ Micheal... I like Micheal. Irish.... I like Irish too. ^.^ DAVE...was nice to meet because I had NO idea what to expect with him. I like Dave ^.^ ! DAMN THE MAN!!! hehe &gt;.&lt;  I definitely got a better idea of what there is to offer up there as far  as jobs. I will start my file of applications and begin getting ready for that.  Monica, is Shar's boss.  I like Monica! ^.^ She also has two gorgeous golden retrievers! OMG those two are precious! Beth has two cats. One's a ... as shar put it.. a bitch, lol, and the other is A.D.D &gt;.&lt; .  Shar has three cats. Those are her boys. Louie is her favorite. He is very shy though... or untrusting.. I can't tell. Lee has three dogs which I think are part horse because those suckers are freaking HUGE! They are the sweetest things though. ^.^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got back... I was very sad. I smiled only once on that first day. I think it's also part of the reason it has taken me so long to get back on my blog. I am doing much better now and the pang of missing Shar and Gabe has lessened greatly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been fine. There has been no further mention of me staying with them for as a salaried employee. I think that me staying the third week let them know where my heart is at. They know I love them, but I love Shar much more. Also... the opportunities for me up there are just soo much more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most recently, me and Angie (my lil ones mother),  have had a closer relationship with in the last week. I am very happy for that. I was in a bad place in my heart and mind and she was there to console me. It was nice and it gave me much hope that things are on the way to healing between us. It's important I think. We need to be great friends if we plan on raising our children jointly. I don't think it can work if we aren't.... at least it wouldn't be healthy for them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... thats all I can think of off the top of my head... that's the gist of my last month plus a few days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435535057728181057-5941550593451828165?l=joeeuphonium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeeuphonium.blogspot.com/feeds/5941550593451828165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7435535057728181057&amp;postID=5941550593451828165' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435535057728181057/posts/default/5941550593451828165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435535057728181057/posts/default/5941550593451828165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeeuphonium.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-has-happened-in-last-month.html' title='What has happened in the last month....'/><author><name>JoeEuphonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11856321221576623685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYBIArfluoc/SnB4-OxSVyI/AAAAAAAAABo/OYpSiTAyJCI/S220/Smilebox_3511908609.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435535057728181057.post-8199948398922538254</id><published>2008-12-22T03:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T03:45:21.680-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>Vacation count down!</title><content type='html'>Excited about heading out to see Shar and Gabe. Hard to sleep.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a wonderful lil pre christmas thing at my grandparents so that my cousins and aunts and uncles could give them their presents and watch them open it. John's birthday is also on tuesday too so he got a couple of birthday presents as well.  They loved it! It was a very fun evening. A lil something that turned into a big party. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs* I better try and get some sleep... so hard though... *huggles self*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435535057728181057-8199948398922538254?l=joeeuphonium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeeuphonium.blogspot.com/feeds/8199948398922538254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7435535057728181057&amp;postID=8199948398922538254' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435535057728181057/posts/default/8199948398922538254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435535057728181057/posts/default/8199948398922538254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeeuphonium.blogspot.com/2008/12/vacation-count-down.html' title='Vacation count down!'/><author><name>JoeEuphonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11856321221576623685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYBIArfluoc/SnB4-OxSVyI/AAAAAAAAABo/OYpSiTAyJCI/S220/Smilebox_3511908609.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435535057728181057.post-6504942277007958501</id><published>2008-12-18T19:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T19:33:27.786-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='burn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='promotion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horseback riding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas time'/><title type='text'>The Time is Flying!!!</title><content type='html'>Oh my! Time has just flown by.  Of course work has been uber busy ... christmas at a toy store *shrugs* who would have known &gt;.&lt; .  So  much has happened since Tori's recital.  Let's see if I can recap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ummmm.... I burned my forearm with a pot of hot coffee! It left a pretty bad first degree burn.  I am in the icky part of healing where the skin is forming and peeling off every day.  The night i burned it was a night I was also taking Tori and Johnny out to the parade of lights (christmas parade at night with lighted floats).  Even though I was burned I just couldn't not take them ... Tori looked at my arm and then looked into my eyes and asked me if I was ok ... her eyes knew that I was hurt pretty bad but was hoping that we would still go to the parade.  She was so adorable that I just couldn't let them down. I grabbed a bag of frozen veggies from the freezer and we went to the parade. We had a blast! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again work has been very busy.  We had our christmas party last sunday. It was sooo much fun! We actually rented a ranch and went horse back riding at night and had smores around a campfire.  I got magic cards!!! Yay me! (magic=nerd game) ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y163/JoeEuphonium/?action=view&amp;current=6929fa56.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y163/JoeEuphonium/6929fa56.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa came to the store and and me and the kids took some wonderful pictures that I am totally in love with! I need to see if I can get them scanned sometime so I can show them off! They had a great time with him. It's soo wonderful to see them not afraid of him like they use to be. Now they are all excited to see him.  I got three great pictures ... one of them even has me in it! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was given a very wonderful offer today by my bosses.  They can not explain how happy they are with me at the store.  They threw out an offer of a salaried position to me. No specifics were mentioned. They have never offered this to anyone. They kind of want to be able to step back from the store and feel safe having someone else run it while they spend more time with their family.  They of course know about my relationship with Shar and that I will be moving out there.  They said that they were thankful that I have been open with my intentions and they thought that they should offer this as an alternative to whatever my future holds for me. (I have to say that they are actually very happy because I had told them I was leaving in the beginning of march and then that moved to the beginning of June and now it's more like the end of August.  They will take every moment that they can get from me and of course I will work as hard as I can for them for as long as I can) I was very flattered and honored by the compliment of them offering me a salaried position. Jessica was very honest and said that they would do what ever it takes to get me into that position...even if it means taking pay cuts themselves. I had to chuckle because one of my bosses stephanie (who is not at all emotional or sentimental) was talking to my other boss Jessica ( who is emotional and sentimental) and told her that she enjoys working with me because things just seem to click when i am here and things get done and everyone is just happier overall. ^.^ But that's me ... I'm wonderfully contagious like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just about done with my christmas shopping. I need one more big gift for Tori! I am at a loss on what to get her.  There is a doll that I keep eyeing but... its a little expensive. 90 bucks... but it's soo beautiful... and she loves dolls... I keep mulling it over and rethinking it... oh well we will see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am most excited because in five days I will be flying out to see Shar and Gabe.  I miss them soo much.  I am sad that I did not have enough money so that Tori and Johnny could come with me :(, however I am glad that I will get to be with my baby again.  It's going to be an awesome two weeks.  I am looking forward to meeting all the important people in Shar's and Gabe's life! It's a very long list ^.^ .  I also am looking forward to kidnapping Beth for a day! She is pretty high up on that list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435535057728181057-6504942277007958501?l=joeeuphonium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeeuphonium.blogspot.com/feeds/6504942277007958501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7435535057728181057&amp;postID=6504942277007958501' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435535057728181057/posts/default/6504942277007958501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435535057728181057/posts/default/6504942277007958501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeeuphonium.blogspot.com/2008/12/time-is-flying.html' title='The Time is Flying!!!'/><author><name>JoeEuphonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11856321221576623685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYBIArfluoc/SnB4-OxSVyI/AAAAAAAAABo/OYpSiTAyJCI/S220/Smilebox_3511908609.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435535057728181057.post-416110730694527475</id><published>2008-12-06T20:10:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T20:34:48.939-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paitence End'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mindless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tired'/><title type='text'>OMG!  Who am I today?</title><content type='html'>Wow today has been a day.  I was just not me at all.  It has been a very long and frustrating day.  My mind didn't seem to be working at all causing me to do double work because I would forget things. I was tripping left and right and letting things slip through my fingers.  I felt like a 16 year old awkward adolescent growing into his mind and body and nothing seemed to work properly.  Gangly limbs flailing like a new born calf trying to walk and incoherent thoughts sputtering about mind like camera flashes trying to light up a stadium.  *Chuckles* Come to think of it... I was sexually frustrated like the geeky teen I use to be as well &gt;.&lt; .  Despite it all ... today was still a very good day. My bosses and co-workers were great.  They all got a good laugh at seeing me ... not me lol.  That kept my spirits up really.  I was able to finish out the day fine.  I am exausted tonight.  I didn't even want to attempt making something delicious and healthy to eat and instead went and picked up a peperoni pizza and orange soda for me and the lil ones.  I had lots of redecorating plans for tonight but those are definitely out the window.  I used my last bit of sanity and strength to get these lil ones bathed and in pajamas.  They are coloring with markers as I write this.  Tori is showing me her picture of Japanese girl and her name written in Kanji (or at least she thinks it is &gt;.&lt;). When I am done here we are crawling under the blankets and going to watch Dora the Explorer Saves the Snow Princess and then Wall-E .... the same things we watched last night.  I know shar would laugh in my face at what I call being at paitence end, lol, but I am all finished tonight ^.^.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435535057728181057-416110730694527475?l=joeeuphonium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeeuphonium.blogspot.com/feeds/416110730694527475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7435535057728181057&amp;postID=416110730694527475' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435535057728181057/posts/default/416110730694527475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435535057728181057/posts/default/416110730694527475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeeuphonium.blogspot.com/2008/12/omg-who-am-i-today.html' title='OMG!  Who am I today?'/><author><name>JoeEuphonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11856321221576623685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYBIArfluoc/SnB4-OxSVyI/AAAAAAAAABo/OYpSiTAyJCI/S220/Smilebox_3511908609.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435535057728181057.post-5879579446541992869</id><published>2008-11-16T09:15:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T09:52:25.093-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Proud Father'/><title type='text'>A Fathers Moment of Pride.</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid5.photobucket.com/albums/y163/JoeEuphonium/2e686daf.flv" width="448" height="361"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid5.photobucket.com/albums/y163/JoeEuphonium/59569d86.flv" width="448" height="361"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Friday was Tori's school talent show.  She has been looking forward to this for weeks. When they first announced it she knew right away she wanted to be part of it. She has been practicing one of her most favorite songs, "Tomorrow", from Annie.  She looked amazing and so confident. If she was nervous, I could not tell.  When she got up on the stage they started playing the wrong song from Annie. They played it for a whole minute.  Tori however, was so composed and stood there and tried to sing along to the song that she only knew somewhat.  Her aunt Mayra had made there way up to the front and let them know and they finally changed it to the correct song. The videos you are seeing was taken from my camera while simultaneously holding my son Johnny.  The first one shows the wrong song being played as well as the fact the wireless microphone wasn't working so they switched her to a wired mic.  The second one shows the end of the wrong song and the transition into the correct one.  You can hear me and if you listen closely you can hear Johnny singing along with tori as well &gt;.&lt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was soooo proud of my daughter.  As a father I looked at her and I got a wonderful feeling.  I got the feeling of comfort and pride knowing that my daughter is better than I was when I was her age.  I felt like that all the parenting I have been doing showed it's self in the creation of this little being up on that stage.  Someone who is not afraid, who is talented, who is composed.  It's wonderful being a dad. ^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435535057728181057-5879579446541992869?l=joeeuphonium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeeuphonium.blogspot.com/feeds/5879579446541992869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7435535057728181057&amp;postID=5879579446541992869' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435535057728181057/posts/default/5879579446541992869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435535057728181057/posts/default/5879579446541992869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeeuphonium.blogspot.com/2008/11/fathers-moment-of-pride.html' title='A Fathers Moment of Pride.'/><author><name>JoeEuphonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11856321221576623685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYBIArfluoc/SnB4-OxSVyI/AAAAAAAAABo/OYpSiTAyJCI/S220/Smilebox_3511908609.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435535057728181057.post-1092761638690544752</id><published>2008-11-03T17:10:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T17:24:50.515-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Room'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Perspective'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rearranging'/><title type='text'>New Perspectives</title><content type='html'>It seems that the last couple of days have been about seeing new perspectives.  I think I have ended it with rearranging my new room.  ^.^ There are wonders about rearranging rooms.  You get rid of things you don't really need, find lil treasures, make more space, and balance out a living area in your life that in turn really helps balance out your own inner space. And all just with moving a few pieces of furniture, cleaning off a lil dust, and sweeping up a lil dirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y163/JoeEuphonium/?action=view&amp;amp;current=570a9e07.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y163/JoeEuphonium/570a9e07.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y163/JoeEuphonium/?action=view&amp;amp;current=abf6b697.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y163/JoeEuphonium/abf6b697.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y163/JoeEuphonium/?action=view&amp;amp;current=5747eff5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y163/JoeEuphonium/5747eff5.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y163/JoeEuphonium/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ce380d0a.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y163/JoeEuphonium/ce380d0a.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435535057728181057-1092761638690544752?l=joeeuphonium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeeuphonium.blogspot.com/feeds/1092761638690544752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7435535057728181057&amp;postID=1092761638690544752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435535057728181057/posts/default/1092761638690544752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435535057728181057/posts/default/1092761638690544752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeeuphonium.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-perspectives.html' title='New Perspectives'/><author><name>JoeEuphonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11856321221576623685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYBIArfluoc/SnB4-OxSVyI/AAAAAAAAABo/OYpSiTAyJCI/S220/Smilebox_3511908609.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435535057728181057.post-3213643819873122229</id><published>2008-10-31T22:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T23:07:17.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trick or Treat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y163/JoeEuphonium/?action=view&amp;amp;current=3beeed21.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y163/JoeEuphonium/3beeed21.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful Halloween! I had off today so I got to sleep in late.  I went and voted! ... even though I'm from Texas and this stupid place is so conservative and uptight &gt;.&gt; .  Then I went and took cupcakes to Tori's class at the end of the day.  ^.^ Her class is sooo polite it tickled me speechless. We came back to McAllen and then got changed. John was Lightening McQueen and tori was Cleopatra.  I put a last minute costume together.  Love Nerd &gt;.&lt; .  We went trick or treating with my mom and aunts and cousins.  We went in my Aunt Sylvias neighborhood. It has only four blocks and man did we make out like bandits. And thats because more than half the houses weren't giving anything. Afterwards we went back to my aunts and gorged on Papa John's Pizza (two slices is gorging to me at least). When we got home the lil ones crashed like rocks. I have no idea what i am going to do with this candy? Definitely sending these evil seducing temptations back to Brownsville to Tori's and John's  mom instead of keeping it here though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note... my pet peave about trick or treating.... GET OUT THE DAMN CAR AND WALK PEOPLE! I hate people that drive from house to house stopping to get out and get there candy and then load back up to go to the next house two doors down.  I can understand if you drive to a place where you aren't from, but at least park the car, get out, and walk around the neighbor hood. *shakes head sadly* I just don't know now a days. Anyways ^.^ we still had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.  ..... I see orbs in the picture.  freaky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435535057728181057-3213643819873122229?l=joeeuphonium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeeuphonium.blogspot.com/feeds/3213643819873122229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7435535057728181057&amp;postID=3213643819873122229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435535057728181057/posts/default/3213643819873122229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435535057728181057/posts/default/3213643819873122229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeeuphonium.blogspot.com/2008/10/trick-or-treat.html' title='Trick or Treat!'/><author><name>JoeEuphonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11856321221576623685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYBIArfluoc/SnB4-OxSVyI/AAAAAAAAABo/OYpSiTAyJCI/S220/Smilebox_3511908609.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435535057728181057.post-4464303843146068418</id><published>2008-10-29T01:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T01:15:52.972-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Drinker Drunker!</title><content type='html'>You know I have to say... I'm a happy drunk! &gt;.&lt;&gt;.&lt; ... the tingly lips usually give it away &gt;.&lt; . Anyways needless to say i was in a happier than usual mood tonight. It was also fun sophisticating up our nerd game of magic with fancy wine glasses and red wine. &gt;.&lt; &lt;font class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;huggles&lt;/font&gt; I luv &lt;font class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;yall&lt;/font&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435535057728181057-4464303843146068418?l=joeeuphonium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeeuphonium.blogspot.com/feeds/4464303843146068418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7435535057728181057&amp;postID=4464303843146068418' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435535057728181057/posts/default/4464303843146068418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435535057728181057/posts/default/4464303843146068418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeeuphonium.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-drinker-drunker.html' title='Happy Drinker Drunker!'/><author><name>JoeEuphonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11856321221576623685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYBIArfluoc/SnB4-OxSVyI/AAAAAAAAABo/OYpSiTAyJCI/S220/Smilebox_3511908609.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435535057728181057.post-3531925417501221079</id><published>2008-10-23T22:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T23:01:56.356-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giggles'/><title type='text'>The Giggle!</title><content type='html'>I love giggles. ^.^ An honest giggle will always put a smile on my face. The dictionary defines a giggle as the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="pg"&gt;verb, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="secondary-bf"&gt;-gled, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="secondary-bf"&gt;-gling,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="pg"&gt;noun &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="pg"&gt;–verb (used without object) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="dnindex"&gt;1.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;to laugh in a silly, often high-pitched way, esp. with short, repeated gasps and titters, as from juvenile or ill-concealed amusement or nervous embarrassment.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;span class="pg"&gt;–noun &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dnindex"&gt;2.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;a silly, spasmodic laugh; titter.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there is more to this than what the definition tells us.  To me a giggle is a burst of happiness that escapes oneself.  A giggle is not caused by a joke or tickling but often by some outside source not meant at making you laugh.  An example.... when the phone rings with someone you are wanting to talk to on the other line and a burst of excitement and happiness escapes you for a second in a pleasantly cute audible short burst of laughter.  Or when someone smiles at you that you adore and its so cute that you have to let it out in a giggle.  Things that make you laugh that aren't really intended that way.  I know someone with the most adorable giggle that makes my heart flutter and my breath stop for a second. ^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435535057728181057-3531925417501221079?l=joeeuphonium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeeuphonium.blogspot.com/feeds/3531925417501221079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7435535057728181057&amp;postID=3531925417501221079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435535057728181057/posts/default/3531925417501221079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435535057728181057/posts/default/3531925417501221079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeeuphonium.blogspot.com/2008/10/giggle.html' title='The Giggle!'/><author><name>JoeEuphonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11856321221576623685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYBIArfluoc/SnB4-OxSVyI/AAAAAAAAABo/OYpSiTAyJCI/S220/Smilebox_3511908609.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435535057728181057.post-1957375148766438259</id><published>2008-10-20T18:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T19:08:14.985-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fitness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Running'/><title type='text'>Feeding off the Damned!</title><content type='html'>What I love about Shar is how her enthusiasm and excitement is so contagious!  Today she texted about how she is on track with her running progression and ran not one but TWO 8 min intervals in her run during her lunch break!  Now... I hate running... ever since the Marines... I have hated it! &gt;.&lt; I have been lifting weights lately and definitely eating much better but running... I tried to do it with her before but we got to a spot where we stopped and she started back up and I never did.  But reading her text today just as I was getting off of work got me ubber motivated and instead of just lounging at home like I was planning to do I instead decided to go for a run. ^.^ Hehehe she joked with me saying that perhaps it was the competiveness in me that made me want to go run heheh, and she might be right lol, but I will take that and go with it if it allows me to do something healthy and positive for myself in life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very easy to &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=d&amp;amp;saddr=N+Bryan+Rd+%26+E+Mile+4+Rd,+Mission,+Hidalgo,+Texas+78573,+United+States&amp;amp;daddr=n+shary+rd+and+4+mile+ln&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;geocode=&amp;amp;mra=ls&amp;amp;dirflg=w&amp;amp;sll=26.269435,-98.292245&amp;amp;sspn=0.018549,0.038624&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;ll=26.267942,-98.287768&amp;amp;spn=0.018549,0.038624&amp;amp;z=15&amp;amp;layer=t"&gt;keep track of distance &lt;/a&gt;where I live right now.  Since it's out in the country the blocks are exactly 1/2 a mile. My original intention was to run two miles today.  I started of running the first 1/2 mile non stop. As I got to the next block I started walking. I thought I would walk the next 1/2 mile but half way through i was already rested and my body wanted to run again so i did. As I got to the end of the second block I could see the light at the end of the third block and something inside me wanted to keep going.  When I was in the Marines running three miles is the standard physical test and something inside of me wouldn't stand for anything less. And so I continued one more block running and walking half of the block before turning around again to come back to the starting point. I continued running and walking in 1/4 mile intervals before I got to the last block where I ran the entire 1/2 mile to the end. The three miles took me 40 mins to do. I was just soo happy that I finished and that I didn't quit running that last half mile. My goal is to get my time down to thirty mins for the three miles. I think I have a great starting point.  I think one thing I am going to change up for the next run is to not think of my run in distance.  In other words ... don't limit myself to walking and running equal distances, I will concentrate on running as much as i can and walking until I am ready to start running again, regaurdless of where I am in the run. ^.^ So yay for feeding off the entusiasm of the damned! &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435535057728181057-1957375148766438259?l=joeeuphonium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeeuphonium.blogspot.com/feeds/1957375148766438259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7435535057728181057&amp;postID=1957375148766438259' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435535057728181057/posts/default/1957375148766438259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435535057728181057/posts/default/1957375148766438259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeeuphonium.blogspot.com/2008/10/feeding-off-damned.html' title='Feeding off the Damned!'/><author><name>JoeEuphonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11856321221576623685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYBIArfluoc/SnB4-OxSVyI/AAAAAAAAABo/OYpSiTAyJCI/S220/Smilebox_3511908609.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435535057728181057.post-721338026429492646</id><published>2008-10-19T22:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T22:34:31.415-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Namage'/><title type='text'>Say My Name!</title><content type='html'>So I am at my uncles church and I am greeting people and they keep asking me "What's your name?" and that kind of throws me off balance and I have to think for a while before I know what to say.   The reason being is .. well .. I have lots of names I guess.  My real name is Jose Carlos Perez Jr.  But people call me different names.  My friends for the most part call me Joe.  My family Calls me either Jose or JC.  Since I work with my aunt and she calls me JC my bosses and co workers, who are also my friends, call me JC.   But if we go back some when I was in the Marines I was called Cpl Perez.  And that was pernouned differntly at times, either with a hispanic pernounciation or a anglo pernounciation.  Then they gave it a more affectionate twist and changed called me P-Rez.  Then there were my buddies in the marines and a group were we called ourselves the crazy 8's, where my club name was Damion Luv. That was funny cause I was still a virgin way until I got out of the marines and no girl ever asked for my name when we went out dancing ^.^ .  So I have no peculiarities when it comes to what people want to call me, as long as it is not negative.  Even shar knows me and calls me Joe however she has said that I don't seem like a Joe.  So I guess I have to practice saying my own name so that when people ask me I don't freeze up like that.  Having thought about it I think my answer will be "My friends call me Joe."   ^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435535057728181057-721338026429492646?l=joeeuphonium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeeuphonium.blogspot.com/feeds/721338026429492646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7435535057728181057&amp;postID=721338026429492646' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435535057728181057/posts/default/721338026429492646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435535057728181057/posts/default/721338026429492646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeeuphonium.blogspot.com/2008/10/say-my-name.html' title='Say My Name!'/><author><name>JoeEuphonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11856321221576623685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYBIArfluoc/SnB4-OxSVyI/AAAAAAAAABo/OYpSiTAyJCI/S220/Smilebox_3511908609.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435535057728181057.post-1102377614292223568</id><published>2008-10-17T22:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T22:44:40.385-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><title type='text'>"What happens when we die?" A daughters question.</title><content type='html'>My daughter asked me in the car today what it is called when some one dies and comes back as a kitty cat.  I at first was taken back by the question. Where had she learned that?  So as I got my senses back I smiled and I told her that when you die and come back to earth as someone else or something else it is called reincarnation.  Many people believe that we are all tied together and when we die something special inside of us continues on to some other life.  She smiled and me and said when she dies she is going to come back as a mermaid ^.^ .  She asked me what i would come back as and I thought for a second and said I would probably come back as a dolphin.  Jon perked up and said he was going to come back as a Shark.  And with this topic of life after death out in the open I took an opportunity to go through some beliefs of what happens.  I told her how some people believe in heaven and hell. How some people believed in reincarnation. And how some people believed that nothing happens when we die that its just like sleeping and never waking up again. I keep being amazed by Tori every day. She is no longer the little girl I use to know. She is intelligent.  It just amazes me so much.  I think my talk with about views of life after death was a good one. It was honest and open and allows her to know that there are many points of views out there and that we can never know which is the right one because in the end no one can come back and tell us which one is right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435535057728181057-1102377614292223568?l=joeeuphonium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeeuphonium.blogspot.com/feeds/1102377614292223568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7435535057728181057&amp;postID=1102377614292223568' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435535057728181057/posts/default/1102377614292223568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435535057728181057/posts/default/1102377614292223568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeeuphonium.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-happens-when-we-die-daughters.html' title='&quot;What happens when we die?&quot; A daughters question.'/><author><name>JoeEuphonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11856321221576623685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYBIArfluoc/SnB4-OxSVyI/AAAAAAAAABo/OYpSiTAyJCI/S220/Smilebox_3511908609.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435535057728181057.post-7749424945403646229</id><published>2008-10-16T01:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T01:12:42.019-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Growth'/><title type='text'>Personal Growth</title><content type='html'>I look at myself today amazed at how different I am from just one year ago.  Yes many things about me are still the same, my humor, my love for life, my wonderment in trying new things, my sense of family. However, I have grown in so many other ways.  I have over come personal issues in leaps in bounds in such a short amount of time that as I look back I can't believe it.  While I look back  and am very proud of where I have come to be, I know that there is still so much more that I can do to better myself.  I look forward living the rest of my life striving to become a better person free from insecurities and truly happy for myself without any co-dependence on any other person what so ever to achieve such happiness.  Looking in the past year though, I know I have grown more with in the last twelve months in my life than I had in the last 30 years.  I thought I was an amazing person then  and was very happy who I was, but now, I feel even more amazing. ^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435535057728181057-7749424945403646229?l=joeeuphonium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeeuphonium.blogspot.com/feeds/7749424945403646229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7435535057728181057&amp;postID=7749424945403646229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435535057728181057/posts/default/7749424945403646229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435535057728181057/posts/default/7749424945403646229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeeuphonium.blogspot.com/2008/10/personal-growth.html' title='Personal Growth'/><author><name>JoeEuphonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11856321221576623685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYBIArfluoc/SnB4-OxSVyI/AAAAAAAAABo/OYpSiTAyJCI/S220/Smilebox_3511908609.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435535057728181057.post-6820299568447763597</id><published>2008-10-13T22:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T22:31:59.368-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Watchmen</title><content type='html'>When I was a young teenager I would read non stop.  My mom did her best to raise us and at the time cable was a luxury. However, the library was free, and so I would check out books and read until two or three a clock in the morning. As I got older and came to my own in life reading found itself moved into lesser and lesser positions of importance. The Watchmen is the first thing I have read in a very long time that has grasped my attention utterly.  I am a third of the way threw it.  I know it is a graphic novel, but the story and the characters are just so compelling.  The realness of it grips me and I appreciate it so much.  Super heroes with problems and issues just like the rest of us.  I can't wait to finish it and then appreciate it on the big screen when it comes out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435535057728181057-6820299568447763597?l=joeeuphonium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeeuphonium.blogspot.com/feeds/6820299568447763597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7435535057728181057&amp;postID=6820299568447763597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435535057728181057/posts/default/6820299568447763597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435535057728181057/posts/default/6820299568447763597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeeuphonium.blogspot.com/2008/10/watchmen.html' title='Watchmen'/><author><name>JoeEuphonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11856321221576623685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYBIArfluoc/SnB4-OxSVyI/AAAAAAAAABo/OYpSiTAyJCI/S220/Smilebox_3511908609.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435535057728181057.post-9145346467902467646</id><published>2008-10-11T08:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T09:00:43.629-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Time'/><title type='text'>Me Weekend!</title><content type='html'>Well yesterday was the best way a me weekend could possibly ever start. I got a raise! A very decent one too. And to boot they added it on to my paycheck yesterday for the last pay period!  All though the extra money is DEFINITELY needed, the thing I like most about the raise is the recognition and appreciation of all my hard work that I do there. *warm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fuzzies&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I cashed my check I drove down to Brownsville and paid the bills I had to pay.  Then I went shopping downtown in some of the thrift stores and found a very nice pair of slacks to go out dancing in tonight.  You think i would be excited about finding them for four bucks, and I was, but I am more excited to let you know that i went down a pant size!  I went down from a 40 to a 38.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt; me! I also picked up a birthday gift for Angie, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;children's&lt;/span&gt; mother and still a close person to me.  It was nothing big.  A pair of pajama bottoms, and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hoody&lt;/span&gt; jacket that was black with pink and grey hearts on it.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Shar&lt;/span&gt; joked with me saying how I got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;angie&lt;/span&gt; something I would have gotten her for her birthday ^.^.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt; the truth is though... they are kind of similar in ways.  Extremely different though in all the ones that matter &lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some shopping, I dropped off &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Anige's&lt;/span&gt; gift to her and wished her a happy birthday and then headed over to the University to visit the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Anime&lt;/span&gt; Club. I never get a chance to stop by and see them and they miss me terribly.  When I get there I find out its pajama day at the club.  My friend Jon who was expecting me to come by had brought a pair of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;over sized&lt;/span&gt; pajamas for me to wear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. Of course i put them on and joined the fun!  I always love the expressions on peoples faces after we talk and then they find out that i am 12 or 13 years older than they are ^.^ I just don't fit their profiles of what an older person should be like I suppose, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; what I want. I want to be me, not what people think I should be because I am a certain age. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the club we headed over to my friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Jennifers&lt;/span&gt; house where I made dinner for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;everybuddy&lt;/span&gt;.  Delicious as always they say.  Then we headed out to see Wall-E. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;, I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; in love with that movie! How in the world could I have waited so long to see it!? My kids got to see it with my cousins Denise and Dennis, but I had to work on that day. Anyways, I got teary eyed at the end. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt; I would have to just tell people I rubbed jalapeno juice in my eyes from the nachos if anyone would have asked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. I really wish I could have seen that movie with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Shar&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings us to today! ^.^ I am looking very forward to going out Dancing tonight with my co workers! They are always &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;inviting&lt;/span&gt; me out to go drinking  on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Saturdays&lt;/span&gt; but I never can because I would rather spend the time with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; ones. But since is my me weekend I begged them to come out dancing with me. They weren't crazy about it at first, but they caved in pretty quickly. The only problem is that I had to pick the club, and I have no clue what is good in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;McAllen&lt;/span&gt;.  I picked a place called Dubai's Bar and Grill. Its about a year old.  I hope I choose well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435535057728181057-9145346467902467646?l=joeeuphonium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeeuphonium.blogspot.com/feeds/9145346467902467646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7435535057728181057&amp;postID=9145346467902467646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435535057728181057/posts/default/9145346467902467646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435535057728181057/posts/default/9145346467902467646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeeuphonium.blogspot.com/2008/10/me-weekend.html' title='Me Weekend!'/><author><name>JoeEuphonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11856321221576623685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYBIArfluoc/SnB4-OxSVyI/AAAAAAAAABo/OYpSiTAyJCI/S220/Smilebox_3511908609.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435535057728181057.post-4265233606933187765</id><published>2008-10-09T08:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T08:22:06.055-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Time'/><title type='text'>Childless Weekend</title><content type='html'>I have two wonderful children, Victoria and Johnny, whom I absolutely adore.  Actually I have three because I count Gabriel too.  But for now I get to see Tori and Johnny Friday afternoon through Sunday night. I have always been close with my children and have been there primary caregiver mostly since after Johnny was born and there mom distanced herself from us.  When we separated I honestly thought it was a situation where they were coming with me, but it turned out otherwise.  Since the separation there mom has completely turned around and has become the mother that they needed.  I am extremely happy for that. I miss them terribly through the week and look forward to seeing them every Friday.  However this Friday is Angie's birthday and she has asked to keep them for the weekend.  At first I was a little sad at not seeing them, but then the though of a childless weekend started twirling in my head.  I look at it as a chance to do things that I normally can't do.  I have already made plans to go out with the girls from work, since they are always inviting me and I always turn them down because of my situation.  I am looking forward to going out for margaritas and dancing and just having fun.  Sometimes I forget that it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; to have a little fun just for me.  Its stems from my relationship with Angie and is something that I am working on fixing inside of me and am having very good progress with.  I give most of this credit to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Shar&lt;/span&gt; who has helped me to realize that it is totally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; to have me time.  So here is to "me time" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;everbuddy&lt;/span&gt;. Its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; to take it. ^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435535057728181057-4265233606933187765?l=joeeuphonium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeeuphonium.blogspot.com/feeds/4265233606933187765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7435535057728181057&amp;postID=4265233606933187765' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435535057728181057/posts/default/4265233606933187765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435535057728181057/posts/default/4265233606933187765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeeuphonium.blogspot.com/2008/10/childless-weekend.html' title='Childless Weekend'/><author><name>JoeEuphonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11856321221576623685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYBIArfluoc/SnB4-OxSVyI/AAAAAAAAABo/OYpSiTAyJCI/S220/Smilebox_3511908609.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435535057728181057.post-8726016765057903641</id><published>2008-10-08T11:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T11:16:17.710-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First Post'/><title type='text'>Hello Everybuddy!</title><content type='html'>Well this is my first blog entry.  I had originally signed on just so that I could have an account to place comments on other friends blogs.  I am always a fan of "Dust Society", not just because she is my other half, but because of her ability to be able to place down feelings and thoughts into words is wonderful. Her dreams are something that's for sure.  The real thing that drew me over the edge was the wonderful picture of her in "Where are the Bellhops?" blog.  I just had to comment on how gorgeous she looked.  So in order to do so I had to make this blog.  But as I was creating it things started ticking inside me and the thought of me having my own blog to let me express feelings and thoughts started to actually sound really good and very fun.  It all started with my blog title. Joy's Wonders and Gummi Bears. I thought about what I wanted to write about and share with everyone.  There are so many little things that add up in our lives and i think that maybe being able to write about them will maybe help people see things differently in theirs as well as maybe just reminding me that even though times are not the greatest right now... they aren't bad either.  Welcome to Joys, Wonders and Gummi Bears!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435535057728181057-8726016765057903641?l=joeeuphonium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeeuphonium.blogspot.com/feeds/8726016765057903641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7435535057728181057&amp;postID=8726016765057903641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435535057728181057/posts/default/8726016765057903641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435535057728181057/posts/default/8726016765057903641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeeuphonium.blogspot.com/2008/10/hello-everybuddy.html' title='Hello Everybuddy!'/><author><name>JoeEuphonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11856321221576623685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYBIArfluoc/SnB4-OxSVyI/AAAAAAAAABo/OYpSiTAyJCI/S220/Smilebox_3511908609.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
