<?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-2186093079180132848</id><updated>2012-01-02T14:05:57.337-08:00</updated><category term='Mandy&apos;s wrist'/><category term='Many Cokes'/><title type='text'>Dirtmgurt</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtmgurt.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186093079180132848/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtmgurt.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Phil G.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028602723141654299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2186093079180132848.post-7172682824878594922</id><published>2009-01-25T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T14:25:29.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie review</title><content type='html'>I regretably went to the movie Australia yesterday.  Let me tell you how it all went down.  Ten guys got together and sat in a room. To start the meeting they all started shouting out random words..."bicycle, monkey, shoe, sandwich meat" they went on and on like that for about an hour.  When they left the room they had the script for the movie.  I think after hour two I caught on to one of the random plot lines and it got better for the last 45 minutes.  By the way I don't think there was a shot taken in Australia.  It was almost entirely done on a blue screen and Hugh Jackman and Nicole Kidman looked like they were in a 1980's glamour photo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2186093079180132848-7172682824878594922?l=dirtmgurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtmgurt.blogspot.com/feeds/7172682824878594922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2186093079180132848&amp;postID=7172682824878594922' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186093079180132848/posts/default/7172682824878594922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186093079180132848/posts/default/7172682824878594922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtmgurt.blogspot.com/2009/01/movie-review.html' title='Movie review'/><author><name>Phil G.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028602723141654299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2186093079180132848.post-424691265667408590</id><published>2009-01-11T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T20:05:50.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Travolta Family</title><content type='html'>I need to apologize ahead of time to Tia and Neil for this picture and say your welcome to everyone else. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OFWI32sD5gw/SWrBNlVkdII/AAAAAAAAAEw/2rqyHX5W4Cw/s1600-h/weezer+and+tia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OFWI32sD5gw/SWrBNlVkdII/AAAAAAAAAEw/2rqyHX5W4Cw/s320/weezer+and+tia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290253151405110402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the Travolta family has been through some hard times...very upsetting.  Mandy and I were talking about it and tell me if you didn't think that Jett (the boy that died) doesn't look like one of those composite pictures that Conan O'Brian makes.  If Jett is not a photoshoped image of John Travolta and Kelly Preston I am very surprised.  I was gonna do that with a picture of Mandy and I and ask if we should mate and see what everyone answered. Maybe I shouldn't.... but I am going to eventually.  Instead I'm gonna ask a question I got in loaded questions the game: If you had a remote control that could control anything what would you control?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2186093079180132848-424691265667408590?l=dirtmgurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtmgurt.blogspot.com/feeds/424691265667408590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2186093079180132848&amp;postID=424691265667408590' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186093079180132848/posts/default/424691265667408590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186093079180132848/posts/default/424691265667408590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtmgurt.blogspot.com/2009/01/poor-travolta-family.html' title='Poor Travolta Family'/><author><name>Phil G.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028602723141654299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OFWI32sD5gw/SWrBNlVkdII/AAAAAAAAAEw/2rqyHX5W4Cw/s72-c/weezer+and+tia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2186093079180132848.post-1640441751775221686</id><published>2008-11-21T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T12:24:38.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New "Worst Movie" Inductee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OFWI32sD5gw/SScY_pjMnHI/AAAAAAAAADs/W88aS-RKDr8/s1600-h/My+best+friends+girl+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OFWI32sD5gw/SScY_pjMnHI/AAAAAAAAADs/W88aS-RKDr8/s320/My+best+friends+girl+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271209370624760946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I don't know how many movies I have gone to the theater and walked out of. Maybe about 2. I say 2 because I can only remember one The Devils Advocate I left because it made me sick.  Last night I went to go see My Best Friends Girl.  I was somewhat reluctant but I had a friend that said it was funny.  I should have learned my lesson from Good Luck Chuck and Employee of the Month but I thought I would give it a chance it was in the cheep theater so how bad could it be?  So Dane Cook is a dick...I know...you know... its to be expected, and its really not acting thats just the way he is. Jason Biggs plays the same douche bag guy that girls only want to be friends with, thats not really acting either, I'm pretty sure girls don't even like him as a friend.  The movie was not even funny and it was so obnoxiously gross that it was all that I could do to stay.  Then it just crossed the line. I didn't even crack a smile till they shaved JB's (aka DB) eyebrows off. So tell me all the movies you have walked out on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2186093079180132848-1640441751775221686?l=dirtmgurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtmgurt.blogspot.com/feeds/1640441751775221686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2186093079180132848&amp;postID=1640441751775221686' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186093079180132848/posts/default/1640441751775221686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186093079180132848/posts/default/1640441751775221686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtmgurt.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-worst-movie-inductee.html' title='New &quot;Worst Movie&quot; Inductee'/><author><name>Phil G.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028602723141654299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OFWI32sD5gw/SScY_pjMnHI/AAAAAAAAADs/W88aS-RKDr8/s72-c/My+best+friends+girl+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2186093079180132848.post-7803580084576039125</id><published>2008-11-14T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T11:05:54.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woa</title><content type='html'>So I went to Boise and I wasn't really sure how to get to my Dads house but my mom did. When we got there there were about 3 servants they had that were not very helpful but did tell us that my dad and Shauna were gone. So we slipped past them and started snooping around...next thing you know my mom had stolen my dads truck.  I had to get in it and drive because she didn't know how to.  Somehow my mom got out and stole a 4 wheeler from one of the neighbors and was driving around.  I got upset because the neighbors were home and we needed to return it without them noticing.  I rode around the block in the ATV and coasted in to park it. When I was done with that I noticed that my dad and Shauna were returning home and I had to return the truck without them noticing.  Since the truck was a manual I was able to coast that into park as well.  That was all a dream but tell me that that wouldn't happen.... I have such stupid dreams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2186093079180132848-7803580084576039125?l=dirtmgurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtmgurt.blogspot.com/feeds/7803580084576039125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2186093079180132848&amp;postID=7803580084576039125' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186093079180132848/posts/default/7803580084576039125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186093079180132848/posts/default/7803580084576039125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtmgurt.blogspot.com/2008/11/woa.html' title='Woa'/><author><name>Phil G.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028602723141654299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2186093079180132848.post-7427849820642926756</id><published>2008-11-03T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T15:18:28.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OFWI32sD5gw/SQ-FqIhyOWI/AAAAAAAAADE/o562-705XXY/s1600-h/HPIM0335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OFWI32sD5gw/SQ-FqIhyOWI/AAAAAAAAADE/o562-705XXY/s320/HPIM0335.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264573448309586274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is one thing that I regret when I am doing something fun its not taking pictures.  I rarely take pictures and it is bugging me. This is actually a pumpkin that taylor carved last year... sorry that its side-ways. My costume for halloween this year was way cool (I thought) but was disappointed when nobody knew what I was.  Taylor was the only one who guessed what I was correctly.  When he came in my house and saw me he said: "bangarang Rufio."  Everybody else thought I was just a punk rocker with a sword.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2186093079180132848-7427849820642926756?l=dirtmgurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtmgurt.blogspot.com/feeds/7427849820642926756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2186093079180132848&amp;postID=7427849820642926756' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186093079180132848/posts/default/7427849820642926756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186093079180132848/posts/default/7427849820642926756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtmgurt.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Phil G.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028602723141654299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OFWI32sD5gw/SQ-FqIhyOWI/AAAAAAAAADE/o562-705XXY/s72-c/HPIM0335.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2186093079180132848.post-3044750991551941174</id><published>2008-09-03T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T13:33:49.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I've Done Recently</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OFWI32sD5gw/SL7zyvinBwI/AAAAAAAAAC8/RbTL-PQQMH4/s1600-h/n677235406_1187255_1257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OFWI32sD5gw/SL7zyvinBwI/AAAAAAAAAC8/RbTL-PQQMH4/s320/n677235406_1187255_1257.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241895069386475266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have not written on here forever. I have been busy and I don't have the internet.  I have been to a lot of fires.  This last weekend I was sent to be with the helirappelers. Im sure you are thinking how cool is that but guess what...I didn't see a flame.  I didn't get to ride in the helicopter.  By the way I stole this picture from a friend of mine. I hope he doesn't  care. His name is Matt Irving. Hope he doesn't try to sue me for posting his pic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2186093079180132848-3044750991551941174?l=dirtmgurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtmgurt.blogspot.com/feeds/3044750991551941174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2186093079180132848&amp;postID=3044750991551941174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186093079180132848/posts/default/3044750991551941174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186093079180132848/posts/default/3044750991551941174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtmgurt.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-ive-done-recently.html' title='What I&apos;ve Done Recently'/><author><name>Phil G.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028602723141654299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OFWI32sD5gw/SL7zyvinBwI/AAAAAAAAAC8/RbTL-PQQMH4/s72-c/n677235406_1187255_1257.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2186093079180132848.post-616977492319758825</id><published>2008-05-06T13:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T10:01:09.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes Americans are Dumb</title><content type='html'>Damn you Ashton...even in hell you are a douche bag! How dumb do you seriously think we are. We know you did this same exact movie plot in Just Married.  Everyone knows how this one ends too.  If you are unsure of the emotions you will be feeling I will express them to you in words.  &lt;br /&gt;Start...funny, funny.&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes in...crappy, crappy.&lt;br /&gt;Middle till about 5 minutes to the end...crappy, crappy.&lt;br /&gt;End...happy. &lt;br /&gt;So to sum it up there is about ten minutes of happiness in this movie. Save yourself the anguish and watch The View.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2186093079180132848-616977492319758825?l=dirtmgurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtmgurt.blogspot.com/feeds/616977492319758825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2186093079180132848&amp;postID=616977492319758825' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186093079180132848/posts/default/616977492319758825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186093079180132848/posts/default/616977492319758825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtmgurt.blogspot.com/2008/05/yes-americans-are-dumb.html' title='Yes Americans are Dumb'/><author><name>Phil G.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028602723141654299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2186093079180132848.post-417351569275153107</id><published>2008-04-27T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T19:29:33.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe but definitely a Weirduh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OFWI32sD5gw/SBU2R65D_oI/AAAAAAAAAC0/jtf4nfBSwJg/s1600-h/Monkey_20w_20gun_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OFWI32sD5gw/SBU2R65D_oI/AAAAAAAAAC0/jtf4nfBSwJg/s320/Monkey_20w_20gun_small.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194117426736004738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wonder what people think of me.  I am pretty random, and thats just with what comes out of my mouth.  If you could only see what was in my head you would be wondering why I have so many commercial ideas involving monkeys and guns, and why I secretly aspire to direct commercials and movies staring Taylor as every character.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OFWI32sD5gw/SBU1d65D_nI/AAAAAAAAACs/KWDGLJLK3VE/s1600-h/pogo-roo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OFWI32sD5gw/SBU1d65D_nI/AAAAAAAAACs/KWDGLJLK3VE/s320/pogo-roo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194116533382807154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So if you were graduating what would you ask for?  I was struggling with this same question because my friend, Mollie McKown, was graduating in graphic arts with emphasis in photography so we had to get her something.  The only logical thing we thought of was a pogo stick....thats right a pogo stick. It was a blast. Okay its no plaque or garments but it rocked...I think, She may disagree.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2186093079180132848-417351569275153107?l=dirtmgurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtmgurt.blogspot.com/feeds/417351569275153107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2186093079180132848&amp;postID=417351569275153107' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186093079180132848/posts/default/417351569275153107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186093079180132848/posts/default/417351569275153107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtmgurt.blogspot.com/2008/04/maybe-but-definitely-weirduh.html' title='Maybe but definitely a Weirduh'/><author><name>Phil G.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028602723141654299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OFWI32sD5gw/SBU2R65D_oI/AAAAAAAAAC0/jtf4nfBSwJg/s72-c/Monkey_20w_20gun_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2186093079180132848.post-7276531028784752974</id><published>2008-04-21T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T22:46:32.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OFWI32sD5gw/SA17jq5D_mI/AAAAAAAAACk/bgoWojCUg4E/s1600-h/00045867-332411_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OFWI32sD5gw/SA17jq5D_mI/AAAAAAAAACk/bgoWojCUg4E/s400/00045867-332411_400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191941798167314018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any of you are looking for an early Christmas gift for me look no further...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2186093079180132848-7276531028784752974?l=dirtmgurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtmgurt.blogspot.com/feeds/7276531028784752974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2186093079180132848&amp;postID=7276531028784752974' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186093079180132848/posts/default/7276531028784752974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186093079180132848/posts/default/7276531028784752974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtmgurt.blogspot.com/2008/04/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Phil G.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028602723141654299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OFWI32sD5gw/SA17jq5D_mI/AAAAAAAAACk/bgoWojCUg4E/s72-c/00045867-332411_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2186093079180132848.post-4340592069967876167</id><published>2008-04-13T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T18:43:17.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bonsai Banana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OFWI32sD5gw/SAKZTigichI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ecl-HYLKhio/s1600-h/n40201986_30152536_7850.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OFWI32sD5gw/SAKZTigichI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ecl-HYLKhio/s320/n40201986_30152536_7850.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188878281644077586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well all of your guesses were good. Sonya and Maggie were the closest with the bobsled and the sleds. As for Neil, well I will never eat hot dogs over there.  At the end of the ski season every year Grand Targee has a cardboard sled race where you can make a sled out of cardboard tape and string.  It's basically an excuse to get totally wasted and have fun.  You can laugh at all the drunk a-holes make fools of themselves. I wish I had more pictures but the person who was supposed to was skiing and I had no way to contact him.  A banana was a popular idea, there were two others but we added a twist.  We dressed as Mr. Banana Grabber in a gorilla costume and threw banana's to the crowd the way down.  The stupid mask had eye holes so small and we couldn't see a thing.  We built the sled for speed less for aesthetics and we succeeded in doing just that.  We were going so fast we ran into the fence at the end but not just that...for some reason the people who built the track decided it would be a good idea to build a ditch right before the wall to slow people down and make it so they couldn't jump the whole track.  When we got to that point we jumped the ditch and ran directly into the wall.  Taylor hit the wall I hit the back of Taylors head, and Johnny hit the back of my head.  Taylor and Johnny got bloody noses and I got a fat lip.  It may have hurt more if I wasn't laughing so hard.  Go ahead and post some ideas for what we should make next year.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OFWI32sD5gw/SAJ_OigicfI/AAAAAAAAACA/Mj8wCbEWyVQ/s1600-h/HPIM0532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OFWI32sD5gw/SAJ_OigicfI/AAAAAAAAACA/Mj8wCbEWyVQ/s320/HPIM0532.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188849608442409458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OFWI32sD5gw/SAJ_PCgicgI/AAAAAAAAACI/Dt5XGzfHbCE/s1600-h/HPIM0527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OFWI32sD5gw/SAJ_PCgicgI/AAAAAAAAACI/Dt5XGzfHbCE/s320/HPIM0527.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188849617032344066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2186093079180132848-4340592069967876167?l=dirtmgurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtmgurt.blogspot.com/feeds/4340592069967876167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2186093079180132848&amp;postID=4340592069967876167' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186093079180132848/posts/default/4340592069967876167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186093079180132848/posts/default/4340592069967876167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtmgurt.blogspot.com/2008/04/well-all-of-your-guesses-were-good.html' title='The Bonsai Banana'/><author><name>Phil G.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028602723141654299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OFWI32sD5gw/SAKZTigichI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ecl-HYLKhio/s72-c/n40201986_30152536_7850.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2186093079180132848.post-6393425302471713355</id><published>2008-04-11T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T12:59:32.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Office is Crappy/Awesome!</title><content type='html'>How do I say this without offending everyone in America right now? This is including all of my friends and possibly all of my family.  I started thinking of if after Neil named all of his favorite t.v. shows and why he liked them.  I watched the highly anticipated return of The Office.  Holy crap! I can't watch that stuff.  Now let me explain why...in my life if ever in an uncomfortable situation I will leave, or do what I can to make it less awkward.  The show makes everyone feel awkward and tries to, and in my opinion is very successful in doing that.  So why would you put yourself through that kind of anguish? The answer to that question is Dwight K. Shrute. I will put myself through that anguish to watch Dwight.  Any time I can sit and watch any show and laugh so hard I cry (by myself) is something I remember for the rest of my life.  For example, I was watching the one where Dwight gets back at Jim by dressing up as him and dressing like him and I was tickled to death...that is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2186093079180132848-6393425302471713355?l=dirtmgurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtmgurt.blogspot.com/feeds/6393425302471713355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2186093079180132848&amp;postID=6393425302471713355' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186093079180132848/posts/default/6393425302471713355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186093079180132848/posts/default/6393425302471713355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtmgurt.blogspot.com/2008/04/office-is-crappyawesome.html' title='The Office is Crappy/Awesome!'/><author><name>Phil G.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028602723141654299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2186093079180132848.post-1134957249775013631</id><published>2008-04-09T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T20:50:14.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FYI</title><content type='html'>After WWII Bob Dole returned from the war to be congratulated by Chuck Norris with a hand shake....the rest is history.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2186093079180132848-1134957249775013631?l=dirtmgurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtmgurt.blogspot.com/feeds/1134957249775013631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2186093079180132848&amp;postID=1134957249775013631' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186093079180132848/posts/default/1134957249775013631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186093079180132848/posts/default/1134957249775013631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtmgurt.blogspot.com/2008/04/fyi.html' title='FYI'/><author><name>Phil G.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028602723141654299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2186093079180132848.post-6043542423419642108</id><published>2008-04-05T23:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T23:15:14.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Be Continued....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OFWI32sD5gw/R_hp6PckOII/AAAAAAAAABo/V05JDxxfnws/s1600-h/HPIM0472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OFWI32sD5gw/R_hp6PckOII/AAAAAAAAABo/V05JDxxfnws/s320/HPIM0472.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186011420216801410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OFWI32sD5gw/R_hp6fckOJI/AAAAAAAAABw/whXWAb739Vs/s1600-h/HPIM0475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OFWI32sD5gw/R_hp6fckOJI/AAAAAAAAABw/whXWAb739Vs/s320/HPIM0475.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186011424511768722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post your comments as to what you think we are doing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2186093079180132848-6043542423419642108?l=dirtmgurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtmgurt.blogspot.com/feeds/6043542423419642108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2186093079180132848&amp;postID=6043542423419642108' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186093079180132848/posts/default/6043542423419642108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186093079180132848/posts/default/6043542423419642108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtmgurt.blogspot.com/2008/04/to-be-continued.html' title='To Be Continued....'/><author><name>Phil G.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028602723141654299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OFWI32sD5gw/R_hp6PckOII/AAAAAAAAABo/V05JDxxfnws/s72-c/HPIM0472.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2186093079180132848.post-7759827847970044886</id><published>2008-04-03T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T21:31:07.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OFWI32sD5gw/R_WtIfckOGI/AAAAAAAAABY/ODb01zLHIM8/s1600-h/n809395720_2583026_4244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OFWI32sD5gw/R_WtIfckOGI/AAAAAAAAABY/ODb01zLHIM8/s320/n809395720_2583026_4244.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185240907378866274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yep I have a mowhawk.  I think I look like a gentleman. When I go to church I part it down the middle and actually look very dignified. We were at Huntington Beach most of the time. If you have never been I suggest you go. It was a lot of fun.  I even broke my skimboard riding some gnarly wave.  Actually I think it broke in the back of my car putting 80 pound bags on top of it.  I don't know why I told that story it makes me sound lame.  My body obviously was not the one desired at the beach.  Do I really stand like that everywhere I go?  I am not that embarrassed at the way I look without a shirt but when you look at me compared to Matt... Im not impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OFWI32sD5gw/R_WtIvckOHI/AAAAAAAAABg/ooKMKb2Xhps/s1600-h/n809395720_2583025_3992.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OFWI32sD5gw/R_WtIvckOHI/AAAAAAAAABg/ooKMKb2Xhps/s320/n809395720_2583025_3992.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185240911673833586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There was a paintball tournament on the beach and some of the balls came over the fence unbroken so we tried breaking them on each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2186093079180132848-7759827847970044886?l=dirtmgurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtmgurt.blogspot.com/feeds/7759827847970044886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2186093079180132848&amp;postID=7759827847970044886' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186093079180132848/posts/default/7759827847970044886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186093079180132848/posts/default/7759827847970044886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtmgurt.blogspot.com/2008/04/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break'/><author><name>Phil G.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028602723141654299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OFWI32sD5gw/R_WtIfckOGI/AAAAAAAAABY/ODb01zLHIM8/s72-c/n809395720_2583026_4244.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2186093079180132848.post-1660280575917976206</id><published>2008-04-01T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T10:22:20.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Does This?</title><content type='html'>A-Attached or single: Single&lt;br /&gt;B- Best friend: My family. Johnny, Taylor (cant have just one)&lt;br /&gt;C- Cake or pie: Piecake. Just depends. Banana Cream, Molten at Chilis&lt;br /&gt;D- Day of Choice: Sat&lt;br /&gt;E- Essential Item: ipod&lt;br /&gt;F- Favorite color: gray. seems weird but whenever i look for clothes they are always gray&lt;br /&gt;G- Gummi bears or worms: Bears&lt;br /&gt;H- Hometown: Pocatello&lt;br /&gt;I- Indulgences: Soda&lt;br /&gt;J- January or July: July &lt;br /&gt;K- Kids: 0&lt;br /&gt;L- Life is incomplete without: vacations&lt;br /&gt;M- Marriage date: sometime in June&lt;br /&gt;N- Number of Siblings: 5 sisters&lt;br /&gt;O- Oranges or apples: Apples&lt;br /&gt;P- Phobias or Fears: 3 things: Fake cheese, Clumps of hair, Human doo doo&lt;br /&gt;Q- Quotes: I haven't slept for ten days cause that would be to long&lt;br /&gt;R- Reason to smile: Knowing that I am graduating with a degree. Grades better than average. And having to get a job at Mcdonalds.&lt;br /&gt;S- Season: Summer&lt;br /&gt;T- Tag six: I can't I don't know anybody.&lt;br /&gt;U- Unknown fact about me: My eyelid has been twitching for 2 months&lt;br /&gt;V- Vegetarian or Meat eater: Meat&lt;br /&gt;W- Worst habit: Drinking soda&lt;br /&gt;X- X-ray or Ultrasound: I don't understand the question and I won't respond to it.&lt;br /&gt;Y- Your favorite food:chicken&lt;br /&gt;Z- Zippers or Zebras: Weird question. Only time in my life when I would have to choose between the two. I would love to ride a zebra.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2186093079180132848-1660280575917976206?l=dirtmgurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtmgurt.blogspot.com/feeds/1660280575917976206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2186093079180132848&amp;postID=1660280575917976206' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186093079180132848/posts/default/1660280575917976206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186093079180132848/posts/default/1660280575917976206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtmgurt.blogspot.com/2008/04/who-does-this.html' title='Who Does This?'/><author><name>Phil G.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028602723141654299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2186093079180132848.post-3845667545709760805</id><published>2008-03-14T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T17:24:02.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Not Nerdy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OFWI32sD5gw/R9sVCqAE_LI/AAAAAAAAAA4/vdv_OSBhBfM/s1600-h/HPIM0250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OFWI32sD5gw/R9sVCqAE_LI/AAAAAAAAAA4/vdv_OSBhBfM/s320/HPIM0250.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177755331971054770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was out meeting some people I knew I would never see again so I thought I would make up a name.  When I introduced myself my mind went blank and I couldn't think of anything to say. Guess what came out....Cherith. No kidding, Cherith was the name that I gave. Funny thing is I was so surprised by the name I gave I didn't even crack a smile.  They just gave me a funny look. By the way if you don't know the significance of the name Cherith I don't care for you as a person.&lt;br /&gt;     Now onto a different story.  I was riding the scooter pictured above down the street and actually thinking I was pretty cool.  I was listening to my ipod on shuffle and the song that came on was Michael Jackson's Leave Me Alone.  It was then that I realized that I looked like a huge tool. (Still a cool song). &lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CbH04pY7alA&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CbH04pY7alA&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2186093079180132848-3845667545709760805?l=dirtmgurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtmgurt.blogspot.com/feeds/3845667545709760805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2186093079180132848&amp;postID=3845667545709760805' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186093079180132848/posts/default/3845667545709760805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186093079180132848/posts/default/3845667545709760805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtmgurt.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-not-nerdy.html' title='I&apos;m Not Nerdy'/><author><name>Phil G.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028602723141654299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OFWI32sD5gw/R9sVCqAE_LI/AAAAAAAAAA4/vdv_OSBhBfM/s72-c/HPIM0250.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2186093079180132848.post-3831239432208489381</id><published>2008-03-07T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T20:52:14.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmmm cavities</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OFWI32sD5gw/R9IJ5aAE_KI/AAAAAAAAAAw/y_8gQID-7yU/s1600-h/HPIM0395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OFWI32sD5gw/R9IJ5aAE_KI/AAAAAAAAAAw/y_8gQID-7yU/s320/HPIM0395.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175209803638963362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its midterms right now and all I do is study (ineffectively). I am so burned out I cant wait for a spring break. I have incredible study habits it usually consists of me buying a bunch on unhealthy snacks and finding anything to do to avoid actually studying. Seriously let me label the picture you are seeing: (from left to right) Dogs Head (not edible), Chocolate Covered Raisins, Sour Patch Watermelons, Cherry Coke, and Doritos.  Honestly, would you want to study?  The dog broke the fence today and ran away.  Don't worry she came back three hours later.  I'm sure she was running down the middle of the street anywhere she went.  Thats what happens when I take her running and she gets out of her collar (happens all the time) then she thinks its a game when I try to get her to come to me. OOOH I get so pissed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2186093079180132848-3831239432208489381?l=dirtmgurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtmgurt.blogspot.com/feeds/3831239432208489381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2186093079180132848&amp;postID=3831239432208489381' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186093079180132848/posts/default/3831239432208489381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186093079180132848/posts/default/3831239432208489381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtmgurt.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-its-midterms-right-now-and-all-i-do.html' title='Mmmm cavities'/><author><name>Phil G.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028602723141654299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OFWI32sD5gw/R9IJ5aAE_KI/AAAAAAAAAAw/y_8gQID-7yU/s72-c/HPIM0395.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2186093079180132848.post-7615153047179709516</id><published>2008-02-21T14:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T15:17:13.161-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Many Cokes'/><title type='text'>I'm a Dick Ted</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OFWI32sD5gw/R74EjYzceEI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VAdjRBYpeYc/s1600-h/HPIM0390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OFWI32sD5gw/R74EjYzceEI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VAdjRBYpeYc/s320/HPIM0390.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169574428268066882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might be asking yourself: "How many days does it take one person to drink a 24 case of Mexican Coke?" The answer is simple... about as long as a pack of menthols and a bucked of fried chicken in the Spears' household (sorry that was lame). My rollercoaster ride of real sugar and delicious flavor ended after 5 days.  Thanks to Honks All a $1.05 and a gracious Venereal disease day (Valentines Day) present.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2186093079180132848-7615153047179709516?l=dirtmgurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtmgurt.blogspot.com/feeds/7615153047179709516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2186093079180132848&amp;postID=7615153047179709516' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186093079180132848/posts/default/7615153047179709516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186093079180132848/posts/default/7615153047179709516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtmgurt.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-dick-ted.html' title='I&apos;m a Dick Ted'/><author><name>Phil G.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028602723141654299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OFWI32sD5gw/R74EjYzceEI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VAdjRBYpeYc/s72-c/HPIM0390.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2186093079180132848.post-2759540137592210951</id><published>2008-02-18T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T15:17:54.253-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mandy&apos;s wrist'/><title type='text'>Not for the squeamish</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the post but I have to do it. I may have broke my friends arm/wrist. I know what your thinking, it must be bad. Don't you worry its not. It was broken meticulously in 6 places and only one part of the bone was shattered. Now that your calmed down please look at the pic and remember I warned you.  The story goes as follows: we decided we were going sledding...the end. Okay there is a little more. We went to Scout Mountain cause all of the snow was melting and the road that is normally closed wasn't so we went up and things were looking grim.  Somehow Johnny and I found the best&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OFWI32sD5gw/R7oS-ozceDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/741sJnAjlmk/s320/HPIM0388.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168464389675448370" /&gt; place in the world to sled.  It was a course for cross-country skiing.  The edges were built up on the sides so we could go fast and wouldn't fall off the track.  Unfortunately Mandy only got to ride once before her arm got caught in the rope and needless to say it got mangled.  I don't even think the rope was as twisted as her arm was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2186093079180132848-2759540137592210951?l=dirtmgurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtmgurt.blogspot.com/feeds/2759540137592210951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2186093079180132848&amp;postID=2759540137592210951' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186093079180132848/posts/default/2759540137592210951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186093079180132848/posts/default/2759540137592210951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtmgurt.blogspot.com/2008/02/not-for-squeemish.html' title='Not for the squeamish'/><author><name>Phil G.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028602723141654299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OFWI32sD5gw/R7oS-ozceDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/741sJnAjlmk/s72-c/HPIM0388.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
