<?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-557797835109130686</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:48:25.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Turner!!!!.......Please, no autographs.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeachb0y.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/557797835109130686/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeachb0y.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>AbEaChB0y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15000404830577219239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvF-k20hlj4/SWvex6JE6EI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mho_XUmvABE/S220/Jason-7.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-557797835109130686.post-2170927838212174538</id><published>2009-01-17T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T14:33:22.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Sissy!!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I know I have been somewhat slack on writing more blogs, so I wanted to take this opportunity to say............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy Birthday Sis(Belladella)!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Love you sis!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/557797835109130686-2170927838212174538?l=abeachb0y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeachb0y.blogspot.com/feeds/2170927838212174538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abeachb0y.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-sissy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/557797835109130686/posts/default/2170927838212174538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/557797835109130686/posts/default/2170927838212174538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeachb0y.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-sissy.html' title='Happy Birthday Sissy!!!!'/><author><name>AbEaChB0y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15000404830577219239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvF-k20hlj4/SWvex6JE6EI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mho_XUmvABE/S220/Jason-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-557797835109130686.post-4737895813795575076</id><published>2009-01-13T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T22:47:27.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me Interviewed by SSG</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; so this is my first official blog post that I have done and oh boy am I getting thrown into the deep end of the pool without my water wings on.  I am officially being interviewed by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SSG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and I have to admit I have not answered questions this tough since I was last up for parole and I was before the committee.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I really can't back that up...I have never even had a speeding ticket(looking for wood to knock on).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;1)  Since you're new on the blogging scene, tell us what made you decide to open yourself up to all of us crazies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well I didn't want to keep the rest of the world from knowing me.  I mean it just was not fair!!...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, no, really I had so much fun reading my sister's post and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;every one's&lt;/span&gt; posts that she keeps up with, that I wanted to get in on the action.  I enjoy getting to know different people from all over and hear about their thoughts and experiences.  I have to admit that I find myself laughing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;out loud&lt;/span&gt; reading some of the posts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;2)  I noticed a microphone in one of those pictures.  Are you in a band?  Or were you busting a little karaoke action?  Are you a closet "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1231908987_0"&gt;I Will Survive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;" singer? (is TOO one question)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Good question.  I'm currently trying out for a band that's located  in Richmond/L.A and that's pretty exciting for me.  I spent 7 hours in the studio last Thursday recording one song.  To say that I was exhausted after that is an understatement.  Who knew it could be so hard singing the same song over and over again.  My sis has a copy of the recording and I know she wants to put it on her blog, but I have to get permission from my producer and band manager before that can happen.  Singing professionally is a dream of mine and it seems like right now things are heading in that direction, but it's kinda like walking up that icy hill sometimes.  As for the whole karaoke thing.....I'm an addict.  Usually the quickest way for my friends to get me out sometimes is to mention a little karaoke action.  I have yet to sing "I Will Survive" though.  Usually by the time it's my turn on the mic, some group of drunk girls(probably not old enough to be there anyways) has managed to butcher the song so much that all you can manage to ma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ke&lt;/span&gt; out is a few words in the chorus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;3)  You get home tonight and your favorite meal has been prepared for you.  What is it?  And what will you be drinking with it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well this answer made me think a little while and smoke a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;cigarette&lt;/span&gt;(yes I know they are bad for me and probably stunt my growth).  The thing is, I have 2 favorite meals depending on the season.  When it's cold outside I love a great chicken parmigiana and with that I like a nice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Shiraz&lt;/span&gt; with that.  Not too dry and not too sweet.  I knew nothing about wine until I was with the last girl I dated and actually came to enjoy it very much.....the wine that is...not dating her.  During the warmer months I love just normal everyday burgers on the grill with all of the other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;fixin's&lt;/span&gt; you have at a cook-out.  Of course there is nothing that goes better with that than some ice cold beer or maybe an ice cold shot of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;jaeger&lt;/span&gt;.......or um ice tea(for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;bellamomma's&lt;/span&gt; sake)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;4)  So you (and your sister) have mentioned that you're a former baseball player, possible potential firefighter.  Tell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;SSG&lt;/span&gt; ... I mean ahem, your readers ... more about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So what do you.....uh....um....I mean the reader's wanna know?  Well I played baseball all of my childhood and ended up playing in high school.  After that I played in college, but then I hung up my cleats.  There is a 28 and over league here that I would love to play in this spring.  I really do miss the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;adrenaline&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;competitive&lt;/span&gt; sports.  It's something that I would love to start doing again. Oh, I played &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;center field&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; I forgot to mention that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;tid&lt;/span&gt;-bit of information &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The whole firefighter thing still kinda leaves a bitter taste in my mouth.  Here is how it all broke down for me.  I spent the better part of a summer running and getting myself in shape for the physical portion of the testing and even went to the course that they have and practiced every chance I had.  When it came time for the testing I got a 112 out of a possible 114 on the written portion(please hold your applause).  That was really the only part that I was even nervous about because I knew that I had the physical part in the bag after all of the practice that I had.  So the first part of the physical test involved an obstacle course that involved dragging hoses and carrying 150lb dummy and a bunch of running.  Well, you had to do it in 4 minutes.....I did it in 2 and 1/2 minutes and I knew that all that was left was the easy stuff.  Next they put you in full gear and give you a gas mask that is totally blacked out and take you up to the 3rd floor of the building and you have to find your way out........I need to mention again that you can't see a thing.  Well, I did that just fine.  The last part and the easiest for me was the ladder climb.  It was a 75ft ladder at a 45 degree.  All you had to do was climb to the top and make sure to touch every ladder rung with your hand.  Well I climbed all the way to the top and leaned over the edge.  I get to the bottom and they tell me to try again next year.  Apparently I didn't touch the top rung with my hand....only my waist....Needless to say I was a little pissed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;5)  And for all of the ladies (and probably a few guys), that I'm SURE will be coming your way VERY SOON.  Are you single?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, yes I'm single.  I have to admit I have not had the best luck with the girls I have dated lately.  They start out awesome and then the mask comes off.  I don't know if I fed them after midnight or what.  I think I'm gonna give up on these crazy Richmond girls.  I think I might have dated your Uncle's former girlfriend....she sure does sound familiar...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: medium none; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1231908987_1"&gt;Fine print&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;div&gt; 1. Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me."&lt;br /&gt;2. I will respond by emailing you five questions. (I get to pick the questions).&lt;br /&gt;3. You will update your blog with the answers to the questions.&lt;br /&gt;4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.&lt;br /&gt;5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/557797835109130686-4737895813795575076?l=abeachb0y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeachb0y.blogspot.com/feeds/4737895813795575076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abeachb0y.blogspot.com/2009/01/me-interviewed-by-ssg.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/557797835109130686/posts/default/4737895813795575076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/557797835109130686/posts/default/4737895813795575076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeachb0y.blogspot.com/2009/01/me-interviewed-by-ssg.html' title='Me Interviewed by SSG'/><author><name>AbEaChB0y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15000404830577219239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvF-k20hlj4/SWvex6JE6EI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mho_XUmvABE/S220/Jason-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-557797835109130686.post-1064370184213652713</id><published>2009-01-12T16:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T16:41:15.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Caved In!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvF-k20hlj4/SWvjADWUK3I/AAAAAAAAABg/vbssyNv2qis/s1600-h/4wheel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvF-k20hlj4/SWvjADWUK3I/AAAAAAAAABg/vbssyNv2qis/s320/4wheel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290571777315187570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvF-k20hlj4/SWvi6YK011I/AAAAAAAAABY/DEqTBd4L3Xk/s1600-h/blacknwhite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvF-k20hlj4/SWvi6YK011I/AAAAAAAAABY/DEqTBd4L3Xk/s320/blacknwhite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290571679824926546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvF-k20hlj4/SWvh3FkpW4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/ck9fUZlJcHg/s1600-h/sing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvF-k20hlj4/SWvh3FkpW4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/ck9fUZlJcHg/s320/sing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290570523781716866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvF-k20hlj4/SWvhpNRboFI/AAAAAAAAABI/sxaUJyZpZC8/s1600-h/Picture+209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvF-k20hlj4/SWvhpNRboFI/AAAAAAAAABI/sxaUJyZpZC8/s320/Picture+209.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290570285330440274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvF-k20hlj4/SWvhKUTj6YI/AAAAAAAAABA/0UAXLFDbcsE/s1600-h/Jason-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvF-k20hlj4/SWvhKUTj6YI/AAAAAAAAABA/0UAXLFDbcsE/s320/Jason-8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290569754642475394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so after spending probably too much time reading my sisters blog and those that follow her blog, I have decided to start one of my own.  Not too sure what to write about yet, but I'm sure something will come.  I will just start out of some pics of what I look like.........enjoy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/557797835109130686-1064370184213652713?l=abeachb0y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abeachb0y.blogspot.com/feeds/1064370184213652713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abeachb0y.blogspot.com/2009/01/finally-caved-in.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/557797835109130686/posts/default/1064370184213652713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/557797835109130686/posts/default/1064370184213652713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abeachb0y.blogspot.com/2009/01/finally-caved-in.html' title='Finally Caved In!!!'/><author><name>AbEaChB0y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15000404830577219239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NvF-k20hlj4/SWvex6JE6EI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mho_XUmvABE/S220/Jason-7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NvF-k20hlj4/SWvjADWUK3I/AAAAAAAAABg/vbssyNv2qis/s72-c/4wheel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
