<?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-5219640042264076316</id><updated>2011-08-05T03:07:56.018-04:00</updated><category term='Soul Patrol'/><category term='Pictures'/><category term='homework'/><category term='music'/><category term='Sexy Things'/><category term='Taylor'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='changes'/><category term='CONCERT'/><category term='random'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>The Shack</title><subtitle type='html'>Filling all the spaces with more junk.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>217</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-7200948718662585228</id><published>2009-03-13T14:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T14:31:24.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Caffiene is Healthy?!</title><content type='html'>So I read that &lt;a href="http://health.yahoo.com/experts/skintype/14890/caffeine-prevents-skin-cancer/"&gt;caffiene prevents skin cancer&lt;/a&gt; and is actually healthy for your blood vessels and all that. Crazy, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think I might go buy a gallon of Mountain Dew and rub it all over my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow, I don't think that is what they meant...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-7200948718662585228?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/7200948718662585228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=7200948718662585228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/7200948718662585228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/7200948718662585228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2009/03/caffiene-is-healthy.html' title='Caffiene is Healthy?!'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-57105390229450879</id><published>2009-02-06T19:35:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T20:07:32.549-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Song Of The Day - Modest Mouse "Missed the Boat"</title><content type='html'>So I've actually decided to make my blog about something!!  I'm going to iterate every day a song of my choice, and explain it with my meaning or my opinion of what the artist was saying.  Today I start with Modest Mouse "Missed The Boat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is one of my favorite songs by the band, and it truly explains life, when you feel you've done everything that you can do.  Or even when your dreams come to a sudden halt, and nothing seems to be right.  I'll start off by showing the lyrics, and then in a smaller black font, I'll interpret my meaning, followed by the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;"Missed The Boat"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;   While we're on the subject&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Could we change the subject now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I was knocking on your ear's door but you were always out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Looking towards the future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; We were begging for the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Well we knew we had the good things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; But those never seemed to last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Oh please just last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I think this has to do with getting lost in our dreams,&lt;br /&gt;never paying attention to what is going on at this very moment.&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that every good memory or fantasy, we can truly hold on to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Everyone's unhappy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Everyone's ashamed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Well we all just got caught looking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; At somebody else's page&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Well nothing ever went&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Quite exactly as we planned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Our ideas held no water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; But we used them like a dam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;We look to much at other people, and&lt;br /&gt;we don't pay enough attention to ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;"I want to be like just like them someday"&lt;br /&gt;and we go off into a dream world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Oh, and we carried it all so well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; As if we got a new position&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Oh, and I laugh all the way to hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Saying yes, this is a fine promotion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Oh, and I laugh all the way to hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I don't really know where to go with this one?&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking it's more along the lives of denial, and&lt;br /&gt;saying that everything we get isn't worth the trouble.&lt;br /&gt;Like a constant stream of bad luck, and trying to laugh it off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Of course everyone goes crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Over such and such and such&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; We made ourselves a pillar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; We just used it as a crutch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; We were certainly uncertain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; At least I'm pretty sure I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Well we didn't need the water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; But we just built that good God dam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Finally we break down.  But, of course, we try to stay sane.&lt;br /&gt;We try to keep ourselves whole, but we are still faking it.&lt;br /&gt;We don't really know where who we are, but we try to come up with&lt;br /&gt;something.  As for the water and dam?  Over compensating for the&lt;br /&gt;dream we lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Oh, and I know this of myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I assume as much for other people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Oh, and I know this of myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; We've listened more to life's end gong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Than the sound of life's sweet bliss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So we think we know it all now, been there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;done that.  Now we deal with it&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Was it ever worth it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Was there all that much to gain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Well we knew we missed the boat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; And we'd already missed the plane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; We didn't read the invite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; We just dance at our wake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; All our favorites were playing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; So we could shake, shake, shake, shake, shake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Was it ever worth it?  All the trouble to try.  Should've realised&lt;br /&gt;a long time ago, that it wasn't going to happen.  So now&lt;br /&gt;just try to hold on to the memories, and dance.&lt;br /&gt;Or "shake, shake, shake, shake, shake!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Tiny curtains open and we heard the tiny clap of little hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; A tiny man would tell a little joke and get a tiny laugh from all the folks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Sitting drifting around in bubbles and thinking it was us that carried them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; When we finally got it figured out that we had truly missed the boat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;watching someone else, living what should be our lives.&lt;br /&gt;and the pain seems to start again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Oh, and we carried it all so well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; As if we got a new position&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Oh, and we owned all the tools ourselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; But not the skills to make a shelf with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Oh, what useless tools ourselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;but maybe we'll turn it around?  We seemed to ok for the longest&lt;br /&gt;time.  But who are we kidding?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" width="425px" height="360px" &gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="false" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=34248175,t=1,mt=video" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=34248175,t=1,mt=video" width="425px" height="360px" allowScriptAccess="always" allowFullScreen="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-57105390229450879?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/57105390229450879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=57105390229450879&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/57105390229450879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/57105390229450879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2009/02/song-of-day-modest-mouse-missed-boat.html' title='Song Of The Day - Modest Mouse &quot;Missed the Boat&quot;'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-1414396812608373409</id><published>2009-01-24T09:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T18:14:04.647-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hunting.</title><content type='html'>So, lately I feel as if I've forced Kyle to start looking at rings for me.  When we decided to get married, and he asked me, it was sort of a spur of the moment thing.  Not a bad, spur of the moment, we didn't decide for random or wrong reasons.  I think he asked me early because he felt he had enough guts to ask the question then.  Better sooner than later... wait, that's not right.  Well, I guess I'm saying that it's better that he asked me at all.  My sister's dad, never got around to asking my mom to marry him, and they were together for 12 years.  Sad, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, anyways, Kyle has been doing his research on his own a lot.  I went looking one day when I was at the mall, just because.  I found one that I liked, and showed it to him online.  After that I barely brought it up, only when someone was talking about marriage or jewelry.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://zgor.imageg.net/graphics/product_images/pZALEGORD1-4240636t400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 257px;" src="http://zgor.imageg.net/graphics/product_images/pZALEGORD1-4240636t400.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This past month, I've been noticing Kyle's curiosity about diamonds, if that's just what it is.  He talks to his friend at work, who, I believe, used to work at Nebraska Diamond.  And the other day I woke up to him using a "design your own ring" website.  When I discovered that, I got a little excited, and when we took our trip to the mall, to use a giftcard we had.  I made him stop in a couple of jewelry stores to gander.  I know he still has to work at getting his debt and medical bills payed off, but I'm a woman, and I got excited.  I'm not forcing him into anything, I just like to look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the reason I think about it more now, is because we plan on getting married next fall of 2010.  I understand that it's still over a year away, but I'm getting anxious to start planning things.  I'm considering just having a small wedding with close family and our best friends in a random country.  What do you think about Australia?  Why not? I get free hotels, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SXzxyFchfvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/TyeRROi6L-U/s1600-h/Hyatt+Australia.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 156px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SXzxyFchfvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/TyeRROi6L-U/s320/Hyatt+Australia.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295373104638426866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;click &lt;a href="http://sanctuarycove.regency.hyatt.com/hyatt/hotels/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to see where I'm running off too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-1414396812608373409?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/1414396812608373409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=1414396812608373409&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/1414396812608373409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/1414396812608373409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2009/01/hunting.html' title='Hunting.'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SXzxyFchfvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/TyeRROi6L-U/s72-c/Hyatt+Australia.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-935736979810200244</id><published>2009-01-03T08:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T08:42:19.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Problems From Yesterday.</title><content type='html'>I had an ok day, pretty much.  Kyle has the whole weekend off, including last night through Monday night.  Since I have to work in the morning on the weekend, he usually hangs out with his buddies or just relaxes at home.  Last night we went to dinner with his friend and fiance at TGIFriday's.   After Dinner, the guys and gals split up, Erin and I went to see the new movie Marley and Me.  Which was an amazing movie btw, but be prepared, and bring a lot of tissues.  The guys, being 21, went to the bar.  I guess it was all their old friends they grew up with partying last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the movie we head back to Erin's apartment, to discover that she didn't have her keys on her, and we had to wait for her Kyle to come and let us in.  When he got there, I noticed that he was close to being drunk, and Erin is really strict with him, so she was getting mad at him.  And if I wasn't there, I'm sure there would've been an all out brawl.  It really bothered me that he kept sucking up to her, and trying to kiss her and hug her.  I honestly couldn't tell whether he was being himself or drunk.  But I did notice something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way they were arguing was too harsh.  He just automatically gives her whatever she wants, not to shut her up, he's that whipped.  She controls him, and yells a bit too much.  Last night I finally realized why everything falls apart for me and Kyle.  It's not because God hates us, or because we did or are going to do something really bad in our lives.  It's because we're being tested, or at least that's my opinion.  I watch our friends argue and yell at eachother because he left his phone at the bar, and had to go back to get it, (most likely on purpose).  And then I look at Kyle and I, we never yell.  We might raise our voices and slam an occasional door, but within 15 minutes everything is calm again.  One of us aplogizes, and we talk about it, sometimes the talk goes back into the argument, but we work through everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friends have damn near everything, Kyle's buddy has this great job as an electrician's apprentice, which Kyle has been trying to get into for years.  Erin has a great job at a bank, and is starting school soon, which their parents help with everything.  And they don't have major money problems or real shitty jobs.  Kyle and I have all the above, on top of terrible hours which causes us to never see eachother.  I fall asleep by myself almost everynight, and wake up to Kyle coming home.  I get ready for work and leave within the hour.  When I come home from work he sleeps till 7 and then goes to work at 8:30.  So the most I get to see him is for 2hours a day.  It gets pretty lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I figure with all these problems, we're being pushed to get through it together, so that in the future we can handle anything.  If Kyle's friends were to ever have problems like us, their relationship wouldn't be able to take it.  I guess it gives me optimism for our relationship and our future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess my biggest problem with yesterday, since I never got to it, I'll make it short, is that my boyfriend is 21, and I'm only 19.  So he was out all night, in fact he didn't make it home.  Now, I trust him, and I know he was having fun with friends he hasn't seen in years.  But when I woke up to an empty bed, again, at 3am, it really upset me.  I called him, and he was still partying, and I knew he wasn't making it home that night, so I snapped at him, and then hung up on him.  I was ok with him staying the night, because I didn't want him or anyone else driving drunk.  But I guarentee that his friend Richard is going to be a jerk and talk about me behind my back, because I wanted Kyle home last night, and I didn't want whoever was driving to drink a lot. (I also heard him mocking me in the background at an earlier phone call, after the movie).   Ugh... so this morning I felt guilty for hanging up on him, and sent him a text saying sorry, and that I hope to see him when I get home today.  He said he'd be home as soon as possible.  Too bad I'm at work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-935736979810200244?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/935736979810200244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=935736979810200244&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/935736979810200244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/935736979810200244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-problems-from-yesterday.html' title='My Problems From Yesterday.'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-3270524997883650680</id><published>2008-12-12T11:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T14:48:42.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CHRISTMAS!!! WOO!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sJ8ahtAS8YQ&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sJ8ahtAS8YQ&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-3270524997883650680?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/3270524997883650680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=3270524997883650680&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/3270524997883650680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/3270524997883650680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-woo_12.html' title='CHRISTMAS!!! 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Look at the view!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/ST2q4DbBz-I/AAAAAAAAAQg/uKURKRe0-sA/s1600-h/101_1587.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/ST2q4DbBz-I/AAAAAAAAAQg/uKURKRe0-sA/s400/101_1587.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277562218316156898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we watched someone get arrested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/ST2rTW0cZ-I/AAAAAAAAAQo/yVTnygbVpMw/s1600-h/101_1589.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/ST2rTW0cZ-I/AAAAAAAAAQo/yVTnygbVpMw/s400/101_1589.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277562687379498978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But you can't see it.... but it's there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we saw a floating Christmas Tree.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/ST2r_lp1UNI/AAAAAAAAAQw/afaNLLHJd64/s1600-h/101_1590.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/ST2r_lp1UNI/AAAAAAAAAQw/afaNLLHJd64/s400/101_1590.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277563447275770066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is what I came home too:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/ST2sVg-RHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/qSCtSttURwE/s1600-h/101_1591.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/ST2sVg-RHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/qSCtSttURwE/s400/101_1591.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277563823976423090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-4094168364583249561?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/4094168364583249561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=4094168364583249561&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/4094168364583249561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/4094168364583249561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2008/12/kansas-city.html' title='Kansas City'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/ST2q4DbBz-I/AAAAAAAAAQg/uKURKRe0-sA/s72-c/101_1587.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-1906492633639952668</id><published>2008-12-05T10:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T11:52:14.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Does it really matter?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pcworld.com/article/155010/zunegate_is_obama_an_ipresident_or_not.html"&gt;ZuneGate - Obama's "MP3 Player"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This artical discusses that Obama has a Zune!!! OMG LETS ALL GO BUY ONE. Yeah, ya know... I don't think that if we go to war again, a Zune is really gonna help us out.  Does it really matter that he has a Zune and not an iPod? I mean yeah it's neat information, but really? It's such big news that it requires to plastered on Google?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okie dokie then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So I guess it's big enough news that I'll blog about too, huh? LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-1906492633639952668?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/1906492633639952668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=1906492633639952668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/1906492633639952668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/1906492633639952668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2008/12/does-it-really-matter.html' title='Does it really matter?'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-238842124290076163</id><published>2008-11-28T12:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T12:13:49.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Allergies Suck.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/funny-pictures-rabbit-is-about-to-have-an-epic-sneeze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 500px;" src="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/funny-pictures-rabbit-is-about-to-have-an-epic-sneeze.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/funny-pictures-rabbit-is-about-to-have-an-epic-sneeze.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-238842124290076163?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/238842124290076163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=238842124290076163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/238842124290076163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/238842124290076163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2008/11/allergies-suck.html' title='Allergies Suck.'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-4567912715750510122</id><published>2008-11-22T11:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T11:50:18.989-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Sight.</title><content type='html'>I've always had 20/20 vision, my entire life, and I've always amazed people with my ability to read an exit sign a good mile away. But lately I've noticed, I've been spacing off a lot. Which isn't supposed to have anything to do with my sight, but I noticed that when I space off, my eyes go out of focus, and any headache that I may have at the moment goes away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think I've discovered that I do have a small sight problem, but I still have the ability to focus my eyes correctly and see everything clearly. I just have to work my eyes into focus. I don't know if maybe I just discovered something about myself that has always been, but I just realized it.  Or maybe I should talk to my doctor? I mean I can still see that sign a mile away, just now I realize that my eyes are working to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody else think I should consult the doc?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-4567912715750510122?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/4567912715750510122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=4567912715750510122&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/4567912715750510122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/4567912715750510122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2008/11/bad-sight.html' title='Bad Sight.'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-9150714065115383931</id><published>2008-11-20T18:53:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T19:34:18.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Shots and My Apartment (for Julie)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know some of these are old... but I found my camera!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SSX6SyAjFHI/AAAAAAAAAO4/XODCH-mdOPw/s1600-h/101_1468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SSX6SyAjFHI/AAAAAAAAAO4/XODCH-mdOPw/s400/101_1468.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270894139475694706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SSX4tmc2rSI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Lk1JzcmOx08/s400/101_1454.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270892401206406434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today's photos from my backyard:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SSX67fPls4I/AAAAAAAAAPI/o-PcuHjQb1o/s1600-h/101_1544.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SSX67fPls4I/AAAAAAAAAPI/o-PcuHjQb1o/s400/101_1544.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270894838813143938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SSX6qnW9q5I/AAAAAAAAAPA/TJikofpPlms/s1600-h/101_1543.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SSX6qnW9q5I/AAAAAAAAAPA/TJikofpPlms/s400/101_1543.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270894548933782418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now my apartment!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SSYAKuw_0lI/AAAAAAAAAQA/GxIzanat0XM/s1600-h/101_1568.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SSYAKuw_0lI/AAAAAAAAAQA/GxIzanat0XM/s400/101_1568.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270900598235976274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SSX9efYoc9I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Eonclrwj2Ws/s1600-h/101_1550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SSX9efYoc9I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Eonclrwj2Ws/s400/101_1550.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270897639169749970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SSX9fEFeHII/AAAAAAAAAPg/gWqrtwsgfLA/s1600-h/101_1553.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SSX9fEFeHII/AAAAAAAAAPg/gWqrtwsgfLA/s400/101_1553.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270897649021492354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SSX-GXYCVpI/AAAAAAAAAPo/qiqfWeClxIc/s1600-h/101_1554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SSX-GXYCVpI/AAAAAAAAAPo/qiqfWeClxIc/s400/101_1554.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270898324214535826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SSX-fjYZaVI/AAAAAAAAAPw/z2CV435y0J4/s1600-h/101_1555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SSX-fjYZaVI/AAAAAAAAAPw/z2CV435y0J4/s400/101_1555.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270898756934003026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SSX-f5HTuII/AAAAAAAAAP4/kSUMyN4Vm2A/s1600-h/101_1557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SSX-f5HTuII/AAAAAAAAAP4/kSUMyN4Vm2A/s400/101_1557.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270898762767906946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SSYBmUbgmZI/AAAAAAAAAQI/2MwvFbJch2k/s1600-h/101_1563.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SSYBmUbgmZI/AAAAAAAAAQI/2MwvFbJch2k/s400/101_1563.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270902171714492818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SSYBmoCeb-I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/3hX42-Ti1_Y/s1600-h/101_1564.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SSYBmoCeb-I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/3hX42-Ti1_Y/s400/101_1564.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270902176978202594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SSYBnIJ709I/AAAAAAAAAQY/54DE-2oQ3no/s1600-h/101_1566.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SSYBnIJ709I/AAAAAAAAAQY/54DE-2oQ3no/s400/101_1566.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270902185599423442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-9150714065115383931?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/9150714065115383931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=9150714065115383931&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/9150714065115383931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/9150714065115383931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-shots-and-my-apartment-for-julie.html' title='My Shots and My Apartment (for Julie)'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SSX6SyAjFHI/AAAAAAAAAO4/XODCH-mdOPw/s72-c/101_1468.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-5337771348721098461</id><published>2008-11-20T08:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T08:58:05.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Photography.</title><content type='html'>So lately I've been lost in my career choice.  I'm 19 years old and most of my friends are half way through their sophomore year of college.  I haven't even signed up.  Yeah, I've considered the options, looked everything over and studied the possibilites of my interests, but I don't like the outcomes.  If I go for business, (like everyone else), I wind up sitting at a desk for the rest of my life.  I'm a HUGE people person, and I love being able to go where I want, when I want.  So I figured, police officer, right?  They do more paper work than someone with a business degree.  Maybe a musician somehow?  That's my biggest curiosity.  Or maybe I could work in the studio, be an engineer or something.  Wouldn't that be freakin' neat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it turns out, you have still have to be able to play some kind of instrument, and go through try-outs.  I can play guitar, yes.  But not well enough to pass a try-out.  Secondly, you have to have a GPA of at least 3.0.  And lets face it, I didn't have a 3.0.  Also... the only schools that I would be able to go to if I did make it past the try out or the GPA problem... would be in Georgia, where I know Julie, and she could help me out.  Or in Chicago, where I know Amanda, and she could help me out as well.  But that means leaving my friends and family.  And when/if I would graduate, there's no jobs here in Omaha.  I'd have to move to LA or stay there and get a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have this strange interest in photos.  I always drive past some distressed tree, that has seen it's day, and I cringe at the chance for a photo.  Or for some reason the sky is burnt orange, and has a hazy white line along the horizon, where the city meets the sky.  COME ON... I have tons of chances for photos like that, and I never take pictures!  My excuse, is that I'd simply ruin the moment, and the picture would look like crap.  So why not study photography, learn what to do, and get a job that way?  I can go where I want when I want.  The paper work can't be terrible, and I'm sure I'll get to meet tons of people when the time is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll go out and snap some photos today, to see what I might be capable of.  I'll come back and post them.  But in the meantime, what do you think of my new found career?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-5337771348721098461?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/5337771348721098461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=5337771348721098461&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/5337771348721098461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/5337771348721098461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2008/11/photography.html' title='Photography.'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-780487268835852062</id><published>2008-11-15T10:00:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T10:21:09.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply Stuck in The Past</title><content type='html'>Because, I have no money to go to any recent concerts, like Earth Wind and Fire, I must rely on past shows that I went to. I need to be kept up on music, constantly reliving those amazing nights at the some of the best shows I will see in my life. So I take a trip today back to August 2007, the 2 nights I spent in Kansas City, MO with my mom, her best friend, and her daughter. We went to see Modest Mouse, my favorite band. I've never seen them live before that night, and my mom surprised me the night before, telling me we were taking a road trip down there. We got there perfect timing for the show. We got close up front, but not too close, and we sang and danced all night long. Our parents split from us and headed to the bar, but when the headlining band came on, my mom was actually amazed that they put on a good show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1015/1044966114_8680da9f42_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: center; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 512px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 384px" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1015/1044966114_8680da9f42_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not my photo - &lt;a href="http://www.thebathysphere.com/2008/01/band-of-horsesmodest-mouse-city-market.html"&gt;click&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;They simply rocked, and we had a blast the whole weekend. Spent all our money and went six hours out of the way on our way home. We live in Omaha, of course, but made a pit stop in Des Moines. Cool, huh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-780487268835852062?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/780487268835852062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=780487268835852062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/780487268835852062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/780487268835852062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2008/11/simply-stuck-in-past.html' title='Simply Stuck in The Past'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1015/1044966114_8680da9f42_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-8233552027967359754</id><published>2008-11-05T00:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T00:50:05.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If you were in a band...</title><content type='html'>What would be the one song you would get up and perform in front of everyone?  Get rid of all stage fright, and the fact that you think you can't sing or play any instrument.  This is my definition of your "favorite song."  I've finally figured it out for myself.  And if I ever get the chance to do it...  I will never pass it up.  It's sort of one of my secret dreams, that even if Im drunk off my ass, I'll do it.  And the song... that I will die to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZL5_dfjFa8E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZL5_dfjFa8E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-8233552027967359754?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/8233552027967359754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=8233552027967359754&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/8233552027967359754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/8233552027967359754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-great-day.html' title='If you were in a band...'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-6220229859803312843</id><published>2008-11-04T19:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T19:27:03.182-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Election Day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.errorik.com/2004/2004-11-02__schwarzenegger-voting.jpg"&gt;VOTE!! He did.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, I voted for the first time in my life, and definently not the last. I felt a sense of pride, making a major choice such as this. Trying to help shape our country into something that I feel needs be. Luckily, I had no line whatsoever, unlike a lot of people around the country. When I voted for other things locally... I didn't pay much attention, honestly the Judges have never done anything wrong to me, so I kept them in office. And for the school board I voted for my old principle... who was a great guy, and kept order in our school. Well, at least as much order that you can keep in a school with over 2,000 students. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can't wait for the final results!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-6220229859803312843?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/6220229859803312843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=6220229859803312843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/6220229859803312843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/6220229859803312843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2008/11/election-day.html' title='Election Day!!'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-4821768358247596809</id><published>2008-11-03T16:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T16:15:13.512-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange Days.</title><content type='html'>So Nebraska weather has always been a bit strange, no one has ever really discovered why it fluctuates so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, we had blistering winds and ice cold temps with a few flurries.  This week I've turned on the air conditioner in my car, and I see people wearing shorts.  It gets cool in the night, like the wonderful fall season that it is.  And during the day, walking outside it should always be a bit chilly except for when you find a spot to notice the sun's warmth hiding from the wind.  I love moments like that in the fall.  However, I haven't had one single day to enjoy it!  It's either summer or winter!!  On the sunny days, I'm sweating constantly, and on the cold days, I wear layers of clothing, running as fast as I can to my car, or home, or wherever my location need be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm moving to Aruba.  Anyone with me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-4821768358247596809?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/4821768358247596809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=4821768358247596809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/4821768358247596809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/4821768358247596809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2008/11/strange-days.html' title='Strange Days.'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-436669180215651116</id><published>2008-11-02T12:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T13:51:05.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I learned how to blog with my cell phone!! So now of course, I have to test it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda neat... I can send pictures and everything!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-436669180215651116?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/436669180215651116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=436669180215651116&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/436669180215651116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/436669180215651116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2008/11/testing-new-mobile-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-4820288946502061531</id><published>2008-11-02T08:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T08:46:06.527-05:00</updated><title type='text'>At work.</title><content type='html'>So I find myself at work at 7:00am on a Sunday.  What's with that?  And of course, the phones are not ringing and I'm about to fall asleep.  At least I'm getting paid right?  So as always when I'm bored and have a computer in front of me, I get the urge to write, but still I lack the inspiration to write something with any value.  So I'll sit here for a moment... and think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...  Oh!  How about I explain some cool, and not so cool things that have happened lately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I started this new job, it's working out pretty well.  I've been here for a little over a month, and just started full-time after training about two weeks ago.  It's got good pay, great benefits, and awesome people work here.  There's even a break room with Guitar Hero!  How cool is that?  Kyle is still working at the truck stop, and the Union has yet to call him back to work.  We're still worrying about hospital bills from when he cut  his finger, and after we had to deal with our roomate stealing money from us.  That whole situation put him in debt, and we are working hard to catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, however, we moved into our own apartment!  Just us!  It's a small one bedroom, but it's newly remodled, and it's adorable!  It comes with a washer and dryer, and a microwave.  Most apartments in this area don't usually include ALL appliances, so we got lucky.  We moved in about two weeks ago, and everything is unpacked, the only thing we're missing is a couch, lol.  Of course, since it's our first month there, we have a lot of unexpected finances.  Like the "no deposit guarentee" from our Utilities Distric that wasn't a guarentee at all, you had to qualify for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to go to school, but unfortunetly the one thing I want to go for... I'm not qualified for.  I was thinking that since I revolve me life around music, why not go for music production?  And the only schools that are available are miles away, and you have to have had at least a 3.0 GPA, and I wasn't the greatest student.  So now I'm back to the drawing board.  Maybe I will just be a cop?  Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I had some friends over last night to help me cheer on the Huskers.  BAD idea.  We got slaughtered.  If you know anything about football, when the game is less than 3 minutes in, and there's a team down by 14 points... you know it's not going to be a good game.  On kickoff Oklahoma returned the ball for a touchdown.  So nebraska recieves the ball after them... and the first play... our quarter back throws it for an interception and another touchdown for Oklahoma.  The final score was 62-21 Oklahoma.  Basically, we started watching &lt;em&gt;The Nightmare Before Christmas&lt;/em&gt; at halftime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-4820288946502061531?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/4820288946502061531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=4820288946502061531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/4820288946502061531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/4820288946502061531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2008/11/at-work.html' title='At work.'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-6456988923619023617</id><published>2008-10-11T01:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T02:09:42.881-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold Music.</title><content type='html'>You know that feeling when you call your bank, and they say, "Can you hold for just a moment, please?"  It's a gut wrenching feeling, ain't it?  Like, "Oh no.  I'm gonna be here forever."  And then that crappy ass music comes on the line, and you're suddenly contemplating suicide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, if you are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; having thoughts of committing suicide over hold music, or anything for that matter... please, please, seek immediate mental attention.  Secondly... I've come across actual good hold music lately.  I just got a new job at a hotel reservation center, and I find myself on hold a lot.  In turn, I listen to some "hold music."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I was put on hold, I got that stomach ache again, and the thought of doing this EVERYDAY, really scared the crap outta me.  But then I heard "Free Falling" on the line, and I found myself singing a long and having a good time.  And I figure now, that I can get used to it.  The songs are really good, some I've never heard, but I've already got them memorized and I'm singing a long.  But that's inevitable, put a good song in front of me, and I know it within the first three times I play it back.  My only problem is that I really need to get a hold of their Hold Music CD.  If it exists. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next goal after that... locate decent Elevator Music.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-6456988923619023617?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/6456988923619023617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=6456988923619023617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/6456988923619023617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/6456988923619023617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2008/10/hold-music.html' title='Hold Music.'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-259594759754427289</id><published>2008-09-20T15:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T15:39:10.241-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Still On Broadway??  *sigh* Fine.</title><content type='html'>First... I have a bone to pick... and just because it's out of curosity.  If you sing on broadway for lets say 6 months... wouldn't you get tired of singing the SAME song?? Just wondering... lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly... I got an update about Grease going on tour, which is cool, I guess. Im not all excited for Taylor still not doing what he does best. If he's having fun with Grease than, hey, good for him! And I'm not being sarcastic, if something is truly fun, then why quit? I'll just be patient and wait. Like I have a choice anyways, right? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the dates were set, and I got the little blog update from Hick's myspace with all the dates listed. No shows anywhere near Omaha, didn't really complain. But today in the mail I got a "Broadway Across America" brochure that listed Grease coming to the Omaha Orpheum Theater. So now I guess I HAVE to go, to settle my curosity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead of fully living my life tomorrow night, and partying my ass off with Earth, Wind and Fire with Michael McDonald, (lack of finances). I get to wait 5 months to see Taylor Hicks jump out of a giant ice cream cone. yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-259594759754427289?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/259594759754427289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=259594759754427289&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/259594759754427289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/259594759754427289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2008/09/still-on-broadway-sigh-fine.html' title='Still On Broadway??  *sigh* Fine.'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-8710858038465387182</id><published>2008-09-17T15:01:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T15:20:41.439-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Childhood Dreams Never End.</title><content type='html'>Randy Pausch.  I have no idea how to pronounce his last name, but he's an amazing person.  He's the type of person, that after you read about them, you think of stalking the internet looking for their email address, in hopes of contacting them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have no idea what to say, but I at least know now, that I'm not the only one who wonders and theorizes every aspect of life.  I love his words in his book, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The Last Lecture." &lt;/span&gt;I would give quotes, but I unfortunately, don't have the book on me, and my memory is terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hit every aspect that anyone could think of, love, hate, respect, children, parents, and childhood dreams.  Last night after I finished his book, I laid in bed and thought.  I thought about everything.  My dream to be a musician and create a new sound with depth and meaning.  My other dream to be a homicide detective, and work through the police force.  My dream of getting married and having children.  My dream to travel, anywhere and everywhere.  But my biggest dream is to gain opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My chances at luck, aren't the greatest.  In fact, I do believe that opportunity has never knocked at my door.  But after reading that book last night, I became more optimistic, and I decided to dream more.  I'll never give up, and I never had any plans too, it's too hard of a habit to quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I guarentee that if I keep my hopes up, I'll get to have a drink with Mr.Hicks and talk about music or whatever comes to mind.  And he'll ask me to join in with his band to jam for an hour or so.  I'm sure I'll get to meet Tony Shaloub from MONK.  And all my finance problems will go away.  And I'll get to have my own band, and create my sound, and everyone will love it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow... I'm nuts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-8710858038465387182?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/8710858038465387182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=8710858038465387182&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/8710858038465387182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/8710858038465387182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2008/09/childhood-dreams-never-end.html' title='Childhood Dreams Never End.'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-1649042254283106113</id><published>2008-08-02T16:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T16:57:59.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Girls...</title><content type='html'>I'm gonna give this post to all the women I LOVE.  My "Idols" if I must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jEi068wMuHs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jEi068wMuHs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracy Chapman - "Give Me One Reason"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XSFvYgFxttU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XSFvYgFxttU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stevie Nicks (Fleetwood Mac) - "Rhiannon"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TUqwF-ccKQE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TUqwF-ccKQE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink - "The One That Got Away"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Her attitude... is hilarious&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-1649042254283106113?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/1649042254283106113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=1649042254283106113&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/1649042254283106113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/1649042254283106113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-girls.html' title='My Girls...'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-2157091662977204865</id><published>2008-06-30T12:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T12:28:07.969-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Grandma Spreads Rumors....</title><content type='html'>First of all, my Grandma is NOT  a Taylor Hicks fan...  So we can get rid of the idea of her being "Soul Patrol."  But she shares things with me that she hears.  She likes to read those Globe and Star Magazines, and read all the information... that is normally &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;true.  She first told me when he got that pretty little gal of his, and how she doesn't think I should listen to him anymore.  "He's a bad man Kenzie," she said.  I just laughed and told her, that I don't want to get into it.  Even though I sat at home and typed for hours how much of a scam it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, she told about his "Drop" from J Records.  I first heard it from her.  She showed me the article and I freaked.  Of course, I later heard that Taylor found his own way out of the contract, and I still hope that it's true.  Otherwise... that sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday, my Grandma mentioned to me that Taylor got signed by another Record Label.  She doesn't have the magazine anymore, or she said it was in the newspaper, she couldn't remember.  So when I got the chance, (this morning), I googled.  I googled our local Newspaper, Globe, and Star Magazines.   And then I googled just plain "Taylor Hicks" in the news....  nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... my Grandma is spreading rumors.  And it's not very funny!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/creedence+clearwater+revival/track/run+through+the+jungle" title="'Creedence Clearwater Revival - Run Through The Jungle' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Creedence Clearwater Revival - Run Through The Jungle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-size: 10px;"&gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-2157091662977204865?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/2157091662977204865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=2157091662977204865&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/2157091662977204865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/2157091662977204865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-grandma-spreads-rumors.html' title='My Grandma Spreads Rumors....'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-193628792127608026</id><published>2008-06-16T11:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T11:10:43.171-04:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Greatest Music Artists</title><content type='html'>This list is amazing.  It lists some artists I've forgotten about over the years.  It made me look them up and download their greatest hits. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However... I don't think I agree with Bob Dylan as #1??  And Ray Charles as #11?!?!  I'm not saying Ray should be #1, but come on!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very interesting to see that someone payed attention to the GREATEST rather than COULD BE's.  So take a look and see what the list has to offer.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://new.music.yahoo.com/blogs/listoftheday/61926/25-music-legends-with-at-least-25-years-of-service"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://new.music.yahoo.com/blogs/listoftheday/61926/25-music-legends-with-at-least-25-years-of-service"&gt;Yahoo's 25 Music Legends.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-193628792127608026?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/193628792127608026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=193628792127608026&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/193628792127608026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/193628792127608026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2008/06/25-greatest-music-artists.html' title='25 Greatest Music Artists'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-8575822436712208461</id><published>2008-06-13T23:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T23:59:51.425-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHAHAHA!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I told you they were gonna get it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tv.yahoo.com/show/34934/news/urn:newsml:tv.ap.org:20080613:american_idol_lawsuit__ER:40860"&gt;AI Gets Their Asses Sued... Finally&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-8575822436712208461?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/8575822436712208461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=8575822436712208461&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/8575822436712208461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/8575822436712208461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2008/06/hahahaha.html' title='HAHAHAHA!!!'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-6228970063298715496</id><published>2008-06-05T11:04:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T22:21:06.897-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Modest Fucking Mouse.  Ok?  Ok.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BEST CONCERT OF MY LIFE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   Here is my recap:    :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;For Pictures: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.pitchforkmedia.com/article/news/51133-photos-modest-mouse-brave-the-elements-council-bluffs-ia-060408"&gt;"Click Here"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  My cousin is the very last picture in the trash bag.  We wrote "Rain Or Shine" On the bag, because MM has always been a ROS band and they were taking forever to show up.  After the picture was taken, we started a chant... and then it hailed on us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, my cousin, and his girlfriend all headed out to the show.  On the way there, it started to sprinkle just a little bit.  I was hoping it wouldn't rain, considering I didn't have the proper attire.  I had shorts, a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;white&lt;/span&gt; t-shirt, and flip flops.  We got there early enough that we got FRONT ROW.  And when I say front row, I mean making friends with the securtiy and camera guy, front row.  The first thing I did when I got to the stage was hug it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dirt Dozen Brass Band opened for Modest Mouse.  I LOVED THEM BEYOND ANYTHING.  I was amazed, that I got to see a New Orleans Jazz band LIVE!!  I couldn't believe it.  I danced, sang, and just listened to the music.  I was glad to see some people dancing to the music.  Sadly, I had idiots behind me saying, "When are they going to play real music?"  I wanted to turn around and beat the crap out of them.  But then I remember that my generation is a bunch of ass holes.  But anyways... their guitarist blew me away.  Unfortunately, I never learned his name.  However, I did get to talk to him!  Close to the end of their show it started lightening, and they had to quit early.  And then we had the wait... the very long wait.  It consisted of chanting for Modest Mouse, talking to the security guard again, and just plain being bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I eventually saw the guitarist from the Opening band and waved at him, he waved back.  (I felt special, lol).  I eventually summoned him over to us and he came and talked to us.  He had been playing guitar for 22 years... which explained a lot, lol.  I told him that I've been dying to see New Orleans Jazz for awhile, and it's no where up here in Omaha. He had that real thick southern accent.  I actually didn't expect it... Taylor's wasn't ever that thick.  It was cool though, at least I could understand him, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then it rained... just a little.  And it stopped.  Then it rained some more, and wouldn't stop.  We still hung around and waited, chanted, and bullshitted.  Most of the crowd left... there was maybe less than 80 people still standing there after about an hour.  Well... eventually, I had to pee and so did the girl next to me.  So we decided to go on the other side of the fence, where the buses were.  She takes a squat, and out comes the lead singer, Isaac Brock, and two of the other guys from the band.  They had trash bags over their heads.  I shouted, "Nice hats dude!"  and waved at them.  They laughed and waved back.  They were maybe five feet from me.  But I got scared and ran off back to the crowd screaming, "THEY'RE COMING!! THEY'RE COMING!!"  No one believed me, till Isaac jumped off stage with his Taylor acoustic guitar and started singing "Float On" in the middle of everyone.  Other than the guitar, they had a small trash can, a tambourine, and popcorn bowl that they used earlier to give out chocolate to us.  I got up on the stage myself, to get a better look... till I got kicked off.  But it was still awesome!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After they played they got back onto the stage, and we assumed that was it.  But my cousin and I noticed there was no security by the back gate, so we walked around to the back of stage and right on in.  But someone spotted us as we were heading towards the band.  The worst they could do was kick us out, and we were leaving anyways.  So we turned around and walked off.  We headed back up the hill towards the car, not till I attempted a mud slide first though.  I learned then... do not carry hard objects in your pocket.  And I also learned that it was good idea for me to wear my swimsuit there as well.  We got to the car that wouldn't start, until I called someone and told them we were stuck... then it magically started.  So I rolled down my window so I could see myself backing up and realized there was no more rain... and then I saw a bunch of people taking off back down the hill, and then I heard drums going.  So I rolled up the window and turned off the car, and we booked it down there.  We didn't get the same spots we had, but we were still pretty close.  They came out and played the whole show!  It went all the way till midnight.  During, the song "Dance Hall"  Isaac slipped and fell down, but he continued to sing while he laid there.  He also dived into the crowd and the music stopped once, because something happened.  I'm not sure what.  Rumor was that night, that he went down to deck a guy who tried hitting a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last song... if I'm not mistaken... I think Isaac lit up a joint, but nowadays he could get in trouble, so it was probably just a cigarette.  The song was called, "The Good Times Are Killing Me."  Which is one of my favorites.  They played "Little Motel" "Float On"  "Satin In A Coffin" and "Paper Thin Walls" all my favorite songs from them.  I bought a t-shirt and took pictures, and videos.  And I had the best time of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now... If Mr.Hicks would learn from this... and NOT cancel his shows.  He might actually make some fans and/or money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-6228970063298715496?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/6228970063298715496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=6228970063298715496&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/6228970063298715496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/6228970063298715496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2008/06/modest-fucking-mouse-ok-ok.html' title='Modest Fucking Mouse.  Ok?  Ok.'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-866828962722697696</id><published>2008-06-04T17:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T17:16:13.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Concerts.</title><content type='html'>WOOOOO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modest Mouse!! TONIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said earlier, they are my favorite band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening for them tonight is "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Dirty Dozen Brass Band"&lt;/span&gt;  I honestly had no idea who they were, and didn't really care.  But last night, I got curious and looked them up via Myspace.  I found out that they are New Orleans Jazz band!!!  I BEYOND love N.O. Jazz!!  I've never seen it live, and have always wanted too, no matter who was playing it, I've wanted to see it, hear it, feel it.  And now I can!!  So I'm gonna go get ready for the show!!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some samples of MM while I'm gone.  ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-left: auto; visibility: visible; margin-right: auto; width: 450px;"&gt;&lt;embed style="width: 435px; visibility: visible; height: 270px;" allowscriptaccess="never" src="http://www.musicplaylist.us/mc/mp3player-othersite.swf?config=http://www.musicplaylist.us/mc/config/config_black_shuffle.xml&amp;amp;mywidth=435&amp;amp;myheight=270&amp;amp;playlist_url=http://www.musicplaylist.us/loadplaylist.php?playlist=12784132" menu="false" quality="high" name="mp3player" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" border="0" height="270" width="435"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.musicplaylist.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.musicplaylist.us/mc/images/create_black.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.musicplaylist.us/standalone/12784132" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.musicplaylist.us/mc/images/launch_black.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.musicplaylist.us/download/12784132"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.musicplaylist.us/mc/images/get_black.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/modest+mouse/track/lives" title="'Modest Mouse - Lives' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Modest Mouse - Lives&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:10;" &gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-866828962722697696?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/866828962722697696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=866828962722697696&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/866828962722697696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/866828962722697696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2008/06/concerts.html' title='Concerts.'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-8440009803984321804</id><published>2008-05-30T17:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T17:46:07.179-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You gave up on yourself, and so have I.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You used to say: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"And I knew if I had my chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; That I could make those people dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And, maybe, they’d be happy for a while."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But now you've gone and changed,&lt;br /&gt;nothing you've said is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Can music save your mortal soul?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I used to believe that it could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Now here's what I say...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As I watched him on the stage,&lt;br /&gt;my hands were clenched in fists of rage.&lt;br /&gt;No angel born in Hell,&lt;br /&gt;could break that Satan's spell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I saw Satan laughing with delight,&lt;br /&gt;The day the music died."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And because you are gone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and there's  one else,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"This’ll be the day that I die."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-8440009803984321804?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/8440009803984321804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=8440009803984321804&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/8440009803984321804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/8440009803984321804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2008/05/you-gave-up-on-yourself-and-so-have-i.html' title='You gave up on yourself, and so have I.'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-3519092983323137437</id><published>2008-05-29T22:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T23:29:21.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorites</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;OK, so my ALL-TIME favorite band is coming to Omaha!!!  They haven't been here for almost five years.  When they first came here, I was grounded when tickets went on sale, and they were sold out by the time I was ungrounded.  So I didn't make it, :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily... My mom surprised me with a road trip last year and we headed down to Kansas City and caught them.  GREAT FRICKIN' SHOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are known as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Modest Mouse&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And every time I mention their name it sounds like I'm mumbling, and I have to repeat myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Isaac Brock and Eric Judy are my favorites of the band.  Isaac being the lead macho dude, and Eric being the bassist and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"all other instruments&lt;/span&gt;" dude.  Yes, it's his actual title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width: 480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w93.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w93.photobucket.com/albums/l60/myname_972/Modest%20Mouse/b2ab4750.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Modest Mouse - Indie Rock Band - WI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... on a the subject of Favorites, I would like this time to offer my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"offerings"&lt;/span&gt; of another favorite of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But because, I'm currently pissed off at him, I won't talk about him, I'll just show you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width: 640px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w93.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w93.photobucket.com/albums/l60/myname_972/hicks/69c0b6d2.pbw" height="480" width="640"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://i93.photobucket.com/redirect/album?action=slideshow&amp;amp;landing=/slideshows&amp;amp;type=111" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s93.photobucket.com/albums/l60/myname_972/hicks/?action=view&amp;amp;current=69c0b6d2.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one slideshow... isn't enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:640px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w93.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w93.photobucket.com/albums/l60/myname_972/hicks/81db4e8d.pbw" height="480" width="640"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i93.photobucket.com/redirect/album?action=slideshow&amp;landing=/slideshows&amp;type=111" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s93.photobucket.com/albums/l60/myname_972/hicks/?action=view&amp;current=81db4e8d.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because it's getting really late, and this post is getting TOO long.  I'll continue it some other time with more favorites.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-3519092983323137437?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/3519092983323137437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=3519092983323137437&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/3519092983323137437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/3519092983323137437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2008/05/favorites.html' 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href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2008/05/stevie-wonder-i-wish.html' title='Stevie Wonder - I Wish'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-6228840794316348572</id><published>2008-05-21T16:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T16:49:20.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BE AWARE!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=3990173"&gt;The Easter bunny Hates You&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;embed src="http://lads.myspace.com/videos/vplayer.swf" flashvars="m=3990173&amp;v=2&amp;type=video" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="430" 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AWARE!!'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-6055763790679376534</id><published>2008-05-20T21:21:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T22:06:24.701-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Piece of Mind.</title><content type='html'>So far... so far gone.&lt;br /&gt;Walking through the day with a chip in my arm.&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems to fade away&lt;br /&gt;until it's all gone... all gone away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think you've seen the worst, till you've seen another day.&lt;br /&gt;It never gets better till the sun goes away.&lt;br /&gt;The light gets dim and your dreams disappear.&lt;br /&gt;And all you've ever wanted isn't ever here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You talk about your life, as if it was hard.&lt;br /&gt;Growing up with pains deep in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Struggling through the times as a kid,&lt;br /&gt;But you had that dream, to be so  big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You worked all through your life&lt;br /&gt;playing your way through the night.&lt;br /&gt;You wrote your life in your book.&lt;br /&gt;And one day is all it took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you're the man living the life.&lt;br /&gt;relaxed with your eyes shinin' bright.&lt;br /&gt;You have no worries or cares.&lt;br /&gt;Everything you wanted is just-right-there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we look up to you&lt;br /&gt;you look away from us.&lt;br /&gt;You aren't who you say,&lt;br /&gt;You lost my trust.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-6055763790679376534?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/6055763790679376534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=6055763790679376534&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/6055763790679376534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/6055763790679376534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2008/05/piece-of-mind.html' title='A Piece of Mind.'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-1451745922217338145</id><published>2008-05-18T00:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T00:44:54.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's One of Those...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"OMG!! I have too share this IMMEDIATELY!"&lt;/span&gt; things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s93.photobucket.com/albums/l60/myname_972/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Sexy-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l60/myname_972/Sexy-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-1451745922217338145?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/1451745922217338145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=1451745922217338145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/1451745922217338145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/1451745922217338145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-one-of-those.html' title='It&apos;s One of Those...'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-3353181413118082385</id><published>2008-05-03T17:29:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T17:52:52.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Do You Feel Like I Do?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;So it's been awhile since I've had a Taylor Hicks inspired post, and I felt the need to do so. To be honest, I'm one of the crazy fans that "friended" him on Myspace. I don't comment though! I use it to see what news has come of him and blah blah blah. Mr. Hicks does love to blog, himself. He blogs weekly, telling all his myspace "Friends" who the new FOTW (Fan of the Week) is. And yes... he even uses acronyms. He also blogs about upcoming events that he's going too, it seems like every other day I have a "New Blog Post" thing blinking on my Myspace homepage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latest event that Taylor has gone too is the Kentucky Derby. Ya know, the horse race? Well, Mr. Hicks thought it would be neat to have the fans pick out the horse he was to bet on. I haven't been able to figure out which one they picked. But I doubt it won. I mean... his fans... well... I know I suck at gambling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s93.photobucket.com/albums/l60/myname_972/?action=view&amp;amp;current=91192128bf6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l60/myname_972/91192128bf6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm totally diggin' the shades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The funnest/funniest part of his current Myspace "Obsession" is his constant attention to his "mood." If you do the whole Myspace thing, and you love to mess around with it, and you constantly are emailing friends back and forth, then you might know about "Your Current Status." You can change your mood to pretty much whatever you feel like. And on your myspace, when your friends change their mood, you are alerted of the change. Well, one day at home, I'm looking at my friends' status. I read: "Taylor Hicks currently feels: &lt;em&gt;Mischevious.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I got a real kick outta that! I wonder what he was up too? Later on, he was &lt;em&gt;"Touched."&lt;/em&gt; And a couple days later he was &lt;em&gt;"Good."&lt;/em&gt; And the best one of all.... just last week, he was &lt;em&gt;"Aroused."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I think Mr. Hicks is finally getting into the Myspace craze. Now, the real question is, when will &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; start spamming &lt;em&gt;us&lt;/em&gt; with pictures and a never ending supply of love????&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-3353181413118082385?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/3353181413118082385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=3353181413118082385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/3353181413118082385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/3353181413118082385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2008/05/do-you-feel-like-i-do.html' title='&quot;Do You Feel Like I Do?&quot;'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-3581419799398415152</id><published>2008-04-28T20:13:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T20:24:15.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Sail On"</title><content type='html'>I dedicate this song to anyone who has ever fallen in love, and then had their heart broken. Whether you are still weeping, or if it has made you stronger, maybe even both... at some point in your life, you will &lt;em&gt;Sail On.&lt;/em&gt;  That's the way Lionel Richie put it anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the lyrics in this song, and the way the keys follow the melody.  It's my favorite song by the Commodores, and It's my current "stay in the cd player for months" song.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zg-ivWxy5KE&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/zg-ivWxy5KE&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yes, I understand the video is EXTREMELY cheesey.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While taking my mom home from a party the other night, I was playing this song in my car.  She started singing along, and saying how much I needed to be a DJ.  Now, I love music... but I suck at requests.  I usually only play what I feel, unless someone agrees with me, or reminds me of another really good song.  But, if you feel up too it, :) I can take requests. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-3581419799398415152?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/3581419799398415152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=3581419799398415152&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/3581419799398415152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/3581419799398415152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2008/04/sail-on.html' title='&quot;Sail On&quot;'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-594389003843161148</id><published>2008-04-27T18:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T19:04:45.721-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Something I Can Finally Understand.</title><content type='html'>When you listen to a song you like, what do you feel?  Pain?  Sorrow?  Happiness?  Anger?  Excitement?  Is it something that catches you?  Lifts your heart and stretches your mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask this because I recently found myself questioning the way I work.  I revolve myself around music.  Many different styles, artists, generations, harmonies and all the masterpeices that exist.  My heros consits of Ray Charles, Taylor Hicks, Pink, Lynyrd Skynyrd, Kid Rock and Modest Mouse.  My latest interest lies in the Jazz sound, especially the New Orleans Jazz.  A mix of blues, gospel, jazz and a little bit of rock.  It's amazing.  It's become something I crave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to hear it live.  The sound created as it goes.  The band making the rythym and counting to the beat.  Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never really seen the live Jazz, until just last night.  A buddy of mine has a Jazz band called Jettison.  They were playing last night at the Benson Grind, a coffee shop in Northern Omaha.  After the first half hour or so, people started coming in.  I watched the people as they would walk by, stare into the window, and then come inside with a look of curiosity.  And they would stay for most of the show.  The place got pretty packed up, and we all jammed the whole night.  Clapping, singing, and some even dancing along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great to finally see some good live music, something that gets me stoked and dying to get up on the stage myself.  The band rocked.  They played funk, soul, smooth jazz, and all of it I could feel.  All of the guys did their part, and all of them could pull it out.  It was smooth, real smooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to jam with Jason this week, and hopefully we can crank some things out.  And I can finally see/feel what it's like to make music.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-594389003843161148?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/594389003843161148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=594389003843161148&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/594389003843161148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/594389003843161148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2008/04/something-i-can-finally-understand.html' title='Something I Can Finally Understand.'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-6453530327337799922</id><published>2008-04-23T11:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T11:34:05.611-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Motocross Season Is Back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I'm already sore.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing MX since I was 8 years old, and in the early spring months of every year we always start practicing.  It's best to start off slow, get things going, get used to the bike again, and don't wreck.  These past few years, especially in the beginning have been &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; painful.  I'm getting older, and lazier, so my muscles don't work as much.  I've only made the treck out to some tracks about 3 times so far.  And each time, I get really sore.  ALL my muscles ache and it's extremely hard to move.  And after the first month or so, I start to get back into it, and the pain goes away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only problem I have with racing this year, is the aftermath of a crash I had last year.  At one of the tracks I race at, I found myself in THIRD place right off the start, against all the boys.  I'm not very good at starts so this was a big thing for me.  Around the first turn, there was a jump that can intimidate a lot of people.  I can do it, easily.  But the guy in front of me, I guess couldn't.  So I slowed down and just rolled over the jump, for the common sense reason, that if I jumped it, I'd land on him.  Well... some idiot in the back of the pack decided that it's ok to jump if you have 20 people in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I was in third place.  And SMACK.  The guy came down on my left shoulder and my head.  His front forks (suspension/tire) crushed my hand into the handle bar.  My bike went out from underneath me and pulled my left leg with it, twisting my hip and knee.  Immediately, the racer guy with the flags at the end of the lap pulled out the red flag, meaning "Restart"  or "Race Over," depending how far into the race they were, if someone wrecks.  Luckily, I didn't break any bones, or suffer from serious injury.  My tendons in my shoulder were stretched to a point where my arm can partially dislocate on command.  My hip still pops every now and then.  And if I'm on my left leg for a long period of time, I start to limp.  And since I've started racing again all those particular muscles are getting used again, and they are extremely painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I think I'm just going to take it slow this year.  And just have fun. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-6453530327337799922?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/6453530327337799922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=6453530327337799922&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/6453530327337799922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/6453530327337799922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2008/04/motocross-season-is-back.html' title='Motocross Season Is Back.'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-7270259139737954412</id><published>2008-04-21T11:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T11:47:17.861-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Song Of The Week - again.</title><content type='html'>John Mayer - Vultures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9QRevhc3s2w&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/9QRevhc3s2w&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I really like this song.  It's one of my favorites by Mr. Mayer.  This song is a huge representation of life.  Whether the vultures are your job, your dream, or your lover.  Somehow things always seem to put you down, and it's like they are waiting for it...  "Vultures" is off of his new album, "Continuum."  All the songs are just as amazing as this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-7270259139737954412?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/7270259139737954412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=7270259139737954412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/7270259139737954412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/7270259139737954412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2008/04/song-of-week-again.html' title='Song Of The Week - again.'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-5575098193756920874</id><published>2008-04-16T11:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T11:39:52.119-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the Week.</title><content type='html'>New Ideas... who knows how long, they'll last?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X3U-M4PESwA&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/X3U-M4PESwA&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor's Version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ABIHB1uJKQY&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/ABIHB1uJKQY&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George' Version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Finally, The Original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RuUhZxkr194&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/RuUhZxkr194&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;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-5575098193756920874?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/5575098193756920874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=5575098193756920874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/5575098193756920874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/5575098193756920874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2008/04/song-of-week.html' title='Song of the Week.'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-8579250263205288699</id><published>2008-04-16T11:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T11:31:39.808-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Scam!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Run for your lives!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ten.com.au/ten/images/Nigel_Lythgoe_256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://ten.com.au/ten/images/Nigel_Lythgoe_256.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-8579250263205288699?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/8579250263205288699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=8579250263205288699&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/8579250263205288699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/8579250263205288699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-scam.html' title='It&apos;s a Scam!!'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-9083644922007411389</id><published>2008-03-22T00:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:12:03.698-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So I bought my first Guitar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/R-SJX4w6PlI/AAAAAAAAAMc/m-OHAGKFjU4/s1600-h/N_DotStudioRev1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180416514850438738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/R-SJX4w6PlI/AAAAAAAAAMc/m-OHAGKFjU4/s400/N_DotStudioRev1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it isn't actually my &lt;em&gt;first&lt;/em&gt; guitar. But it's the first one I paid for myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The guitar I've wanted most, out of all the guitars in the world is a Gibson ES-335. A semi-hollow blues guitar. It's usually worth about $2,500. Uh... I don't have that kinda money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, the other day I was searching around Craig's list and stumbled upon this guitar. It may not have been the ES-355 that I so badly want, but it sure caught my eye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's an Epiphone DOT. A guitar that is made by the Gibson company, and is an exact model of the 335. The only difference... the price. Epiphone DOTs are, brand new, are worth only $670. I got lucky and bought mine for a straight $300, with a very nice case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it's not my dream guitar. But I love it!! I feel like I can actually play now! Which I can't... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180418005204090466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/R-SKuow6PmI/AAAAAAAAAMk/HRGac0tASfA/s400/epidot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-9083644922007411389?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/9083644922007411389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=9083644922007411389&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/9083644922007411389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/9083644922007411389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-i-bought-my-first-guitar.html' title='So I bought my first Guitar.'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/R-SJX4w6PlI/AAAAAAAAAMc/m-OHAGKFjU4/s72-c/N_DotStudioRev1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-5155188613171226152</id><published>2008-03-11T20:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T20:34:57.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>American Idol Season 8</title><content type='html'>So far this season I've been let down by American Idol.  Not by the performers, but by the voters.  Asia was voted off!!!! What the heck?!?!  As I sit here watching it now...  I'm sorta lost.  The first guy to perform tonight, however, really impressed me.  Chika.. chikins... something.  I don't remember, I have a terrible memory.  Anyways, I've never really tried to watch the show, but this season I'm mainly interested in just how the show works.  But still... it's sucking me in.  I like to watch and criticize, and agree and disagree with Simon.  I've even voted!  More than once too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... anyways.  I still don't like the show's morals.  I still feel terrible for these people, it's like American Idol owns their souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the ones who are amazing get what they truly deserve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-5155188613171226152?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/5155188613171226152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=5155188613171226152&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/5155188613171226152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/5155188613171226152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2008/03/american-idol-season-8.html' title='American Idol Season 8'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-154543093214978705</id><published>2008-02-19T19:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T19:45:23.878-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Love In My Life</title><content type='html'>I've learned that in my family it is very hard to hold onto men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom has fallen in and out of love many times as well as my Grandma. My Grandma went through three different marriages before she found the right one, my Grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Grandpa is the most important, most inspiring, most influential person I know. He was my only father-figure growing up in my life, still is in fact. My stepdad has done a lot for me, but there's a lot that he shouldn't have done as well. My Grandpa still talks to me like I'm just four years old, but it makes me smile everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was little, I would love to sit on his lap and eat his dinner. I always thought he was a very hungry guy to eat more than two plates, but now I realize that I ate a lot of it myself. But my favorite thing to do, would be to wait for him to get home. I would hide behind the couch or the door and wait for him to get settled in his chair, and I would jump and yell, BOO! He'd get so scared he'd get all the way out of his chair... and say, "What is a monster doing behind my chair!?" I also now know that he knew I was there the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Grandpa would also do the monster thing with his shaving cream. He'd start to shave in the bathroom, and I'd sit staring at cartoons, but he would come in and go, "RAAAAWR!! I'M GONNA GET YOU!" And I'd run screaming across the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first time ever to get drunk was with him. I made the mistake of sitting my glass of Diet Coke next to his Crown and Coke. I came inside from climbing the apple tree, and was thirstier than heck. I chugged the thing down, and seconds later I was lying on the floor, dizzy. He came in, noticed the empty glass, and just laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got to watch my first porn because of him. Not his fault. I got tired of cartoons and found the tape under his bed. I popped it in and started watching it. Grandma finally came in and freaked. Grandpa got in trouble for that one! Luckily, I don't remember any of it. My Grandma loves to tell the story to me, it still gets a kick out of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite memory though, was finding an old guitar packed way in the back of his closet. I dragged that sucker out. It was as big as an elephant! At least that's what he said when I dropped it on the floor next to him. He opened the case, to reveal an old Alvarez, with only 4 strings attached to it. The next weekend I came over to find two new replacements strings sitting on the table. I watched my Grandpa put them on and tune it. He sang old songs that, he told me, he used to play in the war. I was amazed by it. When my Grandpa got up to smoke a ciggarette, I snuck around the table and picked up the guitar. And strummed it a little bit. He came back in the living room to see me trying how to place my fingers. I got embarassed and sat it down. I didn't pick up a guitar again till maybe ten years later. But every once in awhile, he would pull it out and play for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been awhile since I've heard him play. That guitar has been packed away for maybe ten years since. At the age of 63 my Grandpa looks like he has no age. The bags under his eyes, the wrinkles in his skin, the lack of his smile. My grandparents don't have much nowadays. They've worked their whole lives, and have only a dinky little apartment with yellow walls to show for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoking has gotten the best of them. I can tell that my Grandpa doesn't have much longer. I've heard him mention his doctor visits to his brother. But my neither my Grandma nor my Mom have any clue of them. It kills me to see him hurt, I don't know where, or how much he's hurting, but I can see it. These past couple weeks, I've started taking guitar lessons. They go every Tuesday at 7 o'Clock before I would pick up my Grandma from work and take her home. I'd get her home, and my Grandpa would get home before I would leave. We've started playing guitar together, and I love that I finally get to do it with him and keep up. He teaches me things, and I show him what I know already. He's impressed with just how much I've taught myself, and he wants me to get better. Unfortunetly, I can't afford the lessons anymore. But I'm still teaching myself, and I still play with him when I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night I leave their apartment, I tear up. He's been smoking since he was 13, my Grandma the same. And I can't do anything but just watch. Both of them are falling apart, my Grandpa hurts more each day. I told my Grandma just last week that when I get married, I want Grandpa to walk me down the aisle. My stepdad might get a little pissed, but my Grandpa has never been able to do it. And whether I get married first or my mom does, I want him to be there. He deserves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Grandpa's habits have caused more worry for me though. Kyle, my boyfriend, is a smoker. He used to smoke almost two packs a day, he told me. He's now down to having 4 last a whole week. I'm impressed with his improvement, but I want him to quit completely. He uses his A.D.D. as an excuse. I don't even believe in ADD. ADD is just a form of curiosity. He says the ciggarettes calm him down. I tell him that they are just hyping up his lungs. He's knows the damage himself, his Grandpa is sick too. Constantly in and out of the hopsital, and Kyle himself has to go and talk to him about it. I tell Kyle that we both know the end damage, so why does he continue to drag it on? I don't want to change him, I just want to keep him around.  Remember?  It's hard to hold onto men in my family.  Besides my Grandpa, he's the most important, most inspiring, most influential person I know. I love him and it's killing me knowing his future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There so many things to worry about in life, so why put it in fast forward? My Grandpa eyes are lost in his past, I've heard him argue with my Grandma about how "things could be different if..." Health plays a major role in that &lt;em&gt;if&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-154543093214978705?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/154543093214978705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=154543093214978705&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/154543093214978705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/154543093214978705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2008/02/love-in-my-life.html' title='The Love In My Life'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-1186371381336725293</id><published>2008-02-11T17:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T17:23:47.745-05:00</updated><title type='text'>American Idol quiz?? Ok... I crumbled and did it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align='center'&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.buddytv.com/closedquiz/closed-quiz.aspx?quiz=38'&gt;Which American Idol Personality Are You?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://www.buddytv.com/closedquiz/images/results/idol-ryan.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.buddytv.com"&gt;Created by BuddyTV&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-1186371381336725293?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/1186371381336725293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=1186371381336725293&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/1186371381336725293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/1186371381336725293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2008/02/american-idol-quiz-ok-i-crumbled-and.html' title='American Idol quiz?? Ok... I crumbled and did it.'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-2466439513503481435</id><published>2008-02-11T15:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T15:34:16.234-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So Spring is almost here...</title><content type='html'>but it's still under 10 degrees. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being that it's almost spring though, that means concerts are raging up again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start the year... I've got a quite a few marked on my calendar.&lt;br /&gt;~ Matchbox 20&lt;br /&gt;~ Bon Jovi&lt;br /&gt;~ Santana&lt;br /&gt;~ Tom Petty &amp;amp; The Heartbreakers&lt;br /&gt;~ Michael Buble'&lt;br /&gt;~ Foo Fighters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just recently went to Van Halen... yeah I know it's hair band rockers, but I grew up with it, and David Lee Roth knows how to get the crowd pumped! He works like Taylor does... except Taylor doesn't show off his "stuff," if you know what I mean. ; ) (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Top hats and moaning were involved).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting excited otherwise. Tickets go on sale for Santana and Buble' this week I believe. I have a few extra dollars... but I have to choose wisely. It's gonna be hard. If I can't get tickets to one or the other, I'll sneak my way in!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-2466439513503481435?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/2466439513503481435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=2466439513503481435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/2466439513503481435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/2466439513503481435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2008/02/so-spring-is-almost-here.html' title='So Spring is almost here...'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-8596576611962610643</id><published>2008-02-07T16:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T16:26:15.928-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Two Picks for this Season</title><content type='html'>I normally don't watch American Idol. But I had the night off and had the chance. So I watched the Atlanta Auditions. I am 100% sure that the winner this year will be from Atlanta. My first choice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asia'h Epperson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5CJUMViAE5s&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5CJUMViAE5s&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got a little nervous, but I think she'll do GREAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second choice, and I was impressed by this kid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josiah Leming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/68ayuane2AA&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/68ayuane2AA&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the song he wrote, and I like his voice. I don't like the fact that he's living in his car... but I'll let that slide. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope they do well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-8596576611962610643?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/8596576611962610643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=8596576611962610643&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/8596576611962610643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/8596576611962610643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-two-picks-for-this-season.html' title='My Two Picks for this Season'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-7335842884949894350</id><published>2008-01-28T15:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T15:45:42.358-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Only in Nebraska...</title><content type='html'>is it &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;60&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; degrees one day... and then drops down to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the heck is with that? We've had crappy gloomy weather all winter, the snow wasn't ever even that pretty, and all of a sudden it's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! I'm confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow it drops down to 12 for the &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;High&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Negative 2&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;for the low&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday it's back up to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;50&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to work today on this beautiful, bright, sunshiny day. And I don't tomorrow, when it's crappy. And then work again on Wednesday, another beautiful, bright, sunshiny day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Winter is depressing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-7335842884949894350?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/7335842884949894350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=7335842884949894350&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/7335842884949894350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/7335842884949894350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2008/01/only-in-nebraska.html' title='Only in Nebraska...'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-4522895574934600338</id><published>2008-01-25T09:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T09:52:20.661-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SUPERNANNY!!!!</title><content type='html'>Comin' to Omaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well they are already here, but they have casting calls this weekend.  I know they have to find someone from here.  I see the families all the time walking around Target and Wal-mart.  They're crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the producers was on the radio station this morning, he says that absolutely everything is real on the show.  Don't know how you can even make some of the stuff up, but he said that the last family that they did, the kids beat him up.  Made him cry! Terrible!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited to hear that Omaha is getting some cool things lately.  American Idol... SuperNanny... and I'm sure there is more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about going to the call tomorrow for the show... but since I've moved out, I no longer cause issues in my families household.  But I still have a problem with screaming... lol.  Just kidding.  The only day I've ever screamed in my life, was when Taylor came out on stage last March.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-4522895574934600338?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/4522895574934600338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=4522895574934600338&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/4522895574934600338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/4522895574934600338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2008/01/supernanny.html' title='SUPERNANNY!!!!'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-1933349389528603941</id><published>2008-01-22T10:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T10:41:45.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Melanie Nyema</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AvYpZhOFwus&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AvYpZhOFwus&amp;rel=1" 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;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-1933349389528603941?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/1933349389528603941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=1933349389528603941&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/1933349389528603941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/1933349389528603941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2008/01/melanie-nyema.html' title='Melanie Nyema'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-7325395771781352149</id><published>2008-01-09T10:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T10:06:18.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For Better or For Worse? Taylor Hicks Kicked to the Curb?</title><content type='html'>So I assume, by now, that everyone knows about Taylor dropping out of J Records.  Sounds like a problem from highschool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not, well then... Taylor got dropped by his record company.  Now you've heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I was beyond pissed, upset, angry, or famished. (Yes I know what famished means).  But now I come to realize that Taylor, at this point, can do anything he wants.  He can get another label soon, and he'll be able to get what he wants, rather than that B.S. American Idol crap.  He is already working on his new album with out any record deal.  When it comes out, he'll have the chance to show what he's made of.  Let's just hope that he's not actually going to stick with that "pop" sound.  He has freedom to do anything he wants at this point, he has the money, and the name to do it.  So I'm not going to worry about it, I have faith in him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-7325395771781352149?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/7325395771781352149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=7325395771781352149&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/7325395771781352149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/7325395771781352149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2008/01/for-better-or-for-worse-taylor-hicks.html' title='For Better or For Worse? Taylor Hicks Kicked to the Curb?'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-2623713566906938114</id><published>2008-01-07T10:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T10:38:06.925-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Small Laugh in the Morning.</title><content type='html'>For quite some time last year I was big into the People magazines, constantly reading and following the stories.  (And looking for any possible picture/sighting of Taylor Hicks).  During the Fall season though my interest dropped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning however, I had a doctor's appointment, and of course they had the magazines for us to read.  I picked up the one that layed closest to me and opened it to the middle.  On page 60, I see Mr. Taylor Hicks pointing at me.  The article was from way back in March last year, when he was on tour and losing a bunch of weight.  I laughed at the fact that out of the 30 magazines that were on that table, I grabbed the one with him in it, lol.  It's destiny.  Haha, only kidding! ... I wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anways, aside from the shot I got in my ass, the trip to the doctor's wasn't half bad.  I got a good laugh, and weird looks from the other people in the waiting room. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-2623713566906938114?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/2623713566906938114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=2623713566906938114&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/2623713566906938114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/2623713566906938114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2008/01/just-small-laugh-in-morning.html' title='Just a Small Laugh in the Morning.'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-7213401949076915268</id><published>2008-01-04T18:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T18:22:46.731-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cover by Ray Lamontagne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XjAxABua3RA&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;original by Gnarles Barkely&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F_yf88W7EDs&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song has a good meaning, I personally like Ray's version better, but only because he's my style in music. I love the song either way. A few months ago, I posted the lyrics to the song on my myspace, because it has a lot of wisdom in it. All in all I think we all are just about crazy. We just fail to realize it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I mean that in a good way. Because sometimes it's good to be crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A line that relates to the hero side of the song:&lt;br /&gt;"Dreams, if they are any good, are always at least a little crazy." - Ray Charles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-7213401949076915268?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/7213401949076915268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=7213401949076915268&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/7213401949076915268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/7213401949076915268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2008/01/crazy.html' title='Crazy'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-7853223769777739033</id><published>2008-01-02T11:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T11:21:53.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Music!</title><content type='html'>I know some of these are a bit late, but I have sound working on my computer now and I can use them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Christmas Hits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/khvPFff7bxU&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hb2YSAVHmIE&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Lennon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/On_kacLj4-A&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor, duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Random&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FN_O8Nq_gJI&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FN_O8Nq_gJI&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ray Charles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H2l7GraYFhI&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H2l7GraYFhI&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ray Charles - Instrumental&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m0IB9lfVEo4&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m0IB9lfVEo4&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson Browne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-7853223769777739033?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/7853223769777739033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=7853223769777739033&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/7853223769777739033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/7853223769777739033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2008/01/music.html' title='Music!'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-6312270289985832260</id><published>2008-01-02T10:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T10:47:54.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Life's Been Good"</title><content type='html'>These past couple of weeks have been hectic!  Crazy, fun, busy, but very hectic!  Christmas is over with, finally.  Don't get me wrong, I love the holidays!  But man, am I glad when they are over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone's New Year's was great!  I had a good time myself.  I got A LOT of drunken phone calls from some friends, I couldn't help but laugh the whole night.  I wouldn't doubt it if the phone companies hike up the charges that night.  I even called some people and got a "All circuits are currently busy" announcement from the operater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time to get back to work, all the fun is gone. :(  Rent is due, and so are a million other bills I didn't even know existed.  Thank goodness for a Christmas bonus, otherwise, I'd be screwed, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all are doing great!  I haven't spoken to any of you in what seems like forever!  Internet is STILL not up to date at my apartment yet, but we're working on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I talk to you all soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-6312270289985832260?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/6312270289985832260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=6312270289985832260&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/6312270289985832260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/6312270289985832260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2008/01/lifes-been-good.html' title='&quot;Life&apos;s Been Good&quot;'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-8896778095656491512</id><published>2007-12-24T09:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T09:46:15.267-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.e-wallpapers.info/wp-content/uploads/2006/12/merry_christmas_by_dimant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.e-wallpapers.info/wp-content/uploads/2006/12/merry_christmas_by_dimant.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hope it's a great one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-8896778095656491512?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/8896778095656491512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=8896778095656491512&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/8896778095656491512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/8896778095656491512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas_24.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-2720467527486710083</id><published>2007-12-12T09:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T09:55:48.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Asian Idol</title><content type='html'>So being friends with Mr. Taylor Hicks on Myspace allows me to have updates.  But, this time I was thinking some sorta strange Prank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what was posted on a bulletin by "Taylor":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; Taylor will be appearing on the Season Finale of Asian Idol in Jakarta on Sunday December 16, 2007. (Asian Idol TV broadcast can be seen on the following channels: RCTI Indonesia, Sony Entertainment TV India, TV8 Malaysia, Channel 5 Singapore, GMA7 Philippines, and HTV9 Vietnam).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So Taylor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;overseas! lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's cool, but weird.  Anyone else confused by this?  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-2720467527486710083?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/2720467527486710083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=2720467527486710083&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/2720467527486710083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/2720467527486710083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2007/12/asian-idol.html' title='Asian Idol'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-5659347469025072756</id><published>2007-12-06T14:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T15:40:52.962-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;warning: this story is not a happy one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The place is a zoo, people are everywhere.  And of course, out of all the people there, over the balcony, you see Santa.  A little kid, excited to get his picture taken, and to tell the jolly man what he wants for Christmas.  Standing in line is a pain, kids crying and parents getting frustrated.  But finally you're close enough to see him, smiling and giggling as the baby on his knee fusses.  Your turn is next.  The lady dressed up as an elf grabs your hand and leads you to Santa.  You hop on his lap.  He chuckles a little as he asks you what you want for Christmas.  You think really hard, and then mention the really cool video game.  The elf lady asks you to look at the stuffed reindeer on the camera and smile. "At the count of three say 'Merry Christmas'.  One... Two... Three..."   Pop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a sound heard numerous times throughout the halls.  A gunshot that rang throughout the Westroads Mall here in Omaha, NE.  So many times I've been there.  I used to live less than five minutes away, and it was where everyone went, until Oakview Mall was built.  It's impossible to say exactly how I feel.  It's a deep feeling, and unbelievable.  I've heard many people say on the news and in the streets, "Here?  But this is Omaha.  Why here?"  I've always been one to believe that anything can happen, anywhere.  But still, I found myself asking the same question.  Whether I lived in Detroit, or Denver, or somewhere in Alaska, I would still ask that same question.  It has nothing to do with what city we live in, it can happen anywhere.  It's also not a matter of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if&lt;/span&gt; it will happen, but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when&lt;/span&gt; it will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful to say that I knew none of the families that were involved, nor did I know anyone that was at the mall at all that day.  A scary side, is that I had planned to go shopping there with Kirstie, later that night, and again this weekend.  Also, if the shooter had waited even just one more hour, the schools would've been out.  Which means, that teenagers as well as young children would have been there.  The mall would've been heavier packed, and a more dangerous scene.  We're very lucky that it wasn't the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people are also questioning the Police's response to the call.  6 minutes was the time length between the first call and the first arrival.  People seem to believe that it just wasn't fast enough.  I say no, their response was amazing.  It didn't matter whether they got their just 2 minutes after the shots were fired, everything happened within seconds.  A total of 2 and half minutes was how long the guy was in the mall.  He walked into the mall from the JC Penney's entrance, and walked straight up towards Von Maur's top floor, and then opened fire.  A total of nine people were killed, including the shooter himself, after he took his own life.  Five others are injured, some still in critical condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me till late in the afternoon to realize that the entire country was watching Omaha.  I knew it was huge, and I knew it was something unexpected.  But I didn't realize that it was a Mass Shooting, and that it was something as large as the Virginia Tech shooting.  As soon as I realized that, I went out of reality.  I was at work, a local fast food restaurant, Runza.  We had just received a call from Runza National, if we had any calls asking about the shooter, we knew nothing and there was no comment.  The shooter, only 20 years old, used to work at a Runza in Bellevue, NE.  It didn't scare me, in fact, I thought it was pointless for us to be worried about anything.  My reason for leaving reality for a moment was the fact of life.  It's too short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past couple of weeks I've had a lot on my mind.  I'm trying to plan for my future, whether it be school, or I join the Police force.  I've also found someone that I truly love.  I may be young, but I know that he's someone who has changed my view on life, and has become my best friend.  I also almost lost my best friend and her boyfriend the night before Thanksgiving.  And I've also been worried about my health.  There have been issues and problems that I've had, that only have me worried.  The shooting didn't effect me at first, but when it did, it effected me in a way that made me realize that life is short.  It can end at any time, whether it be a shooting, a car accident, or bad health.  I take life for granted at times, and I have to learn to live more freely and do things that I or others will always remember.  I've always been a person to make a mark and stand out.  If it means making 200 people in a hallway laugh their ass off, because they've never seen a giant pacman run through the halls before, then so be it.  I love to laugh, as well as make others laugh, smile, or just have a good time.  And now I only want to do it more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I heard on the radio, a lady said that if someone is depressed and thinking about killing themselves as well as others, it's hard to tell.  Society today is too soft on people. "...We get away too easily with being brats," is exactly what she said.  If we make a point to have respect towards people it can be different.  It's not a miracle we need, but we at least need a start.  She said, as well as I have thought about it.  All it takes is a smile.  Sounds cheesey, but it helps.  What if you see a man walking down the street, you walk by him, and as you do, you smile.  And of course, he smiles back, surprised.  It made him feel good.  So now when he walks into some store, and puts a gun to the place, he might think back to that moment.  I doubt it, but you never know!  Just think though, if you're at that Wal-Mart, and he sees you again, at least he'll smile at you!  Hey, it might save your life, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is...  if we learn to be nice and have respect, the people that feel like failures and hate themselves, won't feel so bad.  It's not that you have to baby every single person, and say, "Poor Johnny! He's depressed!"  No.  Smile at them, tell them what they can do to better themselves or their attitude.  Offer encouragement for a good personality, not sympathy.  It only makes them feel worse.  Think back to when you felt like shit, we've all been there.  Would you rather have someone say, "I'm so sorry your life sucks."?  Or would you rather hear, "Let me take you out for a night on the town."  Or, "If you did &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;... maybe &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; would get better."  I don't know what suicide is like, or how the thoughts plan out.  But I know what depression feels like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-5659347469025072756?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/5659347469025072756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=5659347469025072756&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/5659347469025072756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/5659347469025072756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-3290267974188852851</id><published>2007-12-02T20:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T21:29:49.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heavy Metal... Wait... What?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://b5.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/01508/54/49/1508719445_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://b5.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/01508/54/49/1508719445_l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I fell in love with a Heavy Metal Band this weekend.  I'm not one to normally fall for the type of music, but there I was Friday night... stunned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name of the band is Hurt.  There were here in Omaha Friday night at Sokol Auditorium, an opening band for Seether.  I was taken there by my boyfriend who is a fan of Seether, and I'll admit that I do like a few of Seether's songs.  So I got ready and started to jam, while the first band, Red opened up.  They were good, and I danced a bit, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the moment Hurt came out, I was hooked.  Something about them caught me.  And in previous posts, it's easy to notice that I'm VERY picky about my music.  So I knew I was going to like the rest of the concert.  The thing with them, is that they don't really scream a lot.  They sing, and their instruments really get to me.  But something really unexpected came during the third song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J. Loren, the lead guy, brought out an electric violin.  I couldn't tell you the brand or anything, but it was amazing, including the way he played.  I sat there in amazement, and studied how he played, and moved around the stage.  I watched the entire band, as I listened to the beats and rhythm of the song.  His wand eventually started to shred he was playing so hard, and creating such a friction, but the show must go on!  He did not stop!  I love the bands that have the significant instrument, that sound that stands out, a different perspective.  Just like the harmonica, maybe? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After their show there was a break before the headlining band came on.  And I took the chance to go and buy the Hurt CD.  After I got the CD and Kyle got a hat, we found J.Loren, the lead guy.  Went up to him, and told him that I was a new fan.  Got his autograph, he was really cool, and I could tell that he appreciated the compliment.  Its great to see musicians that get along with their fans, and take the time to talk to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall they have a really good sound, and I can't stop listening to the CD.  Check them out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/hurt"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/hurt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://b2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/01158/23/72/1158902732_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://b2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/01158/23/72/1158902732_l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;just couldn't resist this wonderful smile, lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-3290267974188852851?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/3290267974188852851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=3290267974188852851&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/3290267974188852851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/3290267974188852851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2007/12/heavy-metal-wait-what.html' title='Heavy Metal... Wait... What?'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-3479502242321088398</id><published>2007-11-26T17:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T17:28:49.592-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Facts and Questions!</title><content type='html'>All my friends are safe now. :)  Cody is expected to have a full recovery, although it will take time of course.  Kirstie is out of the hospital, at home, resting.  We have some Christmas shopping to do, after our Friday outing was postponed, ;] lol.  The driver Nick, although I never met him, is doing fine.  I do believe though, his mental state is a bit shaken up, it would be a hard thing to go through knowing that your friends are in the hospital because of a foolish mistake.  Everyone will get through it though, and hopefully their friendship can make it through as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Taylor world... I hear MFOYA is still up to no good.  Pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual my apartment is going great, I have my own Christmas tree!  Decorated myself!  I have to say, I'm quite proud of the chicken ornaments I put on it, they are just too cute. :) lol&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have a thing for chickens.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the random fact I promised:&lt;br /&gt;- President Kennedy was the fastest random speaker in the world with an upwards of 350 words per minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I bet I could do better than that!  And I know people to vouch for me!! lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic,Technical,Tempus Sans ITC,Gaze,Kids,Comic Sans MS,Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-3479502242321088398?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/3479502242321088398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=3479502242321088398&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/3479502242321088398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/3479502242321088398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2007/11/random-facts-and-questions.html' title='Random Facts and Questions!'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-9080798140576832425</id><published>2007-11-23T15:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:12:04.112-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Thankful</title><content type='html'>Late in the evening on Wednesday, November 21st, around 9:30 at night, my absolute greatest friend and her boyfriend were riding in a car with his friend driving around downtown Bellevue.  The driver, Nick, is only 16, and just got his license just a few months ago, he's a very new driver.  Cody and Kirstie are both 15.  They were sitting in the backseat enjoying the Mcdonald's they had just picked up.  They were all laughing and having a good time.  Nick decided to mess around in his car, they headed up a gravel road, and were swerving around at an unsafe speed.  Kirstie had gotten scared, and asked him to slow down, but Nick ignored her.  They eventually went to go around a turn, but missed it.  The car flipped and rolled into a ditch.  None of them were wearing their seat belts unfortunately.  Kirstie remembered going around the corner and then falling asleep, she woke up once to see Cody lying next to her unconscious.  She fell back asleep and woke up again being strapped to a stretcher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the call around 11:30 from Kirstie's sister, and I headed straight to Creighton Emergency Medical Center.  When I got there, I was aware that Kirstie was ok, she was beat up and bruised terribly.  We later found out she had fractured her pelvis, and has a laceration on her liver, which is just a scratch, and can recover easily.  She will hopefully be released from the hospital later today. The driver was ok as well, and was released this morning with nothing but a bump on the head.  Cody on the other hand got the brutal side of the crash.  He suffers from a severe brain injury and is currently in induced coma.  In past couple of days his swelling has gone down, but it is still very serious.  He has a 60-70% chance of living, and is on life support.  I also  heard that he is able to hear the people around him.  The doctor's are able to tell that the fluid in his brain rises every time someone he knows speaks.  So it's good to hear that he is aware.  He is recovering more each day.  And although the percentage isn't the highest, he still has a very good chance of survival, just because of the signs.  Everyone is praying for Cory's fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kirstie's family was unable to have a Thanksgiving dinner the next day, but the family is doing well, knowing that she is ok and due to be out later tonight.  Kirstie I believe is still unaware of Cody's condition though.  We think it's best we don't tell her till we know for sure what's going on.  Cody's father was with him all night, and his mother drove up from Kansas City, MO that night I believe.  We all have Cody in our prayers, that he will fight and make it through the next couple of weeks, and eventually make a full recovery.  It's a shame that this had to happen at all, and on Thanksgiving's eve of all nights.  I'm more than thankful that my friend survived, and I know that God is there protecting all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be running back and forth from the hospital, their home, and my home for the next few days, making sure I can do anything for the family.  Please keep everyone and their family in your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/R0d3zVRFmxI/AAAAAAAAAJg/AZfwsseqTKo/s1600-h/cod%26krst.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/R0d3zVRFmxI/AAAAAAAAAJg/AZfwsseqTKo/s320/cod%26krst.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136205623805188882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cody and Kirstie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As for everyone else, I hope your Thanksgiving went wonderful!  I still was able to have a good time the next day, knowing that everyone was safe as they could be.  Have a good weekend!  Hope everyone gets their Black Friday shopping done!! lol :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-9080798140576832425?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/9080798140576832425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=9080798140576832425&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/9080798140576832425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/9080798140576832425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2007/11/thankful-for-life-withing-first-minutes.html' title='Being Thankful'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/R0d3zVRFmxI/AAAAAAAAAJg/AZfwsseqTKo/s72-c/cod%26krst.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-2374598305835298136</id><published>2007-11-21T16:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T16:46:21.384-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A life born, only to be wasted.</title><content type='html'>So I'm at a point where I am VERY irritated with the music today.  Almost none of it has any serious meaning, almost none of the artists right their own music, and almost all of them are only where they are because of popularity.  I bet I could ask any musician, or a well music educated person who was better, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;John Mayer&lt;/span&gt;? or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daughtry&lt;/span&gt;?  And I bet everyone of them will say &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;John Mayer&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say almost because of the simple fact that there are AMAZING artists out there.  They are just not getting the recognition that they deserve.  John Mayer for example, yes he is well known, and almost everyone loves him.  But more people are going to rock out to Daughtry on the radio rather than him, because they think that everyone else likes Daughtry better, or maybe they do actually think Daughtry is better.  I don't know.  But it's my opinion, that I straight up don't like Daughtry, never have, never will.  He can sing, he has a voice, but it's too similar to everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music scene for the last ten years has been the exact same thing: Punk Rock, Hip-Hop, and... and... I can't even think of anything else.  Country has made a HUGE expansion, and I love it!  I used to dislike country quite a bit, but I've gotten into it more, for the simple fact that... well, when the artists sing the song, they sing it from the heart.  Ten years is a long time, I'm not saying that the world should change, but as John Mayer said, we are waiting for it aren't we?  Not just music, but the economy, the lifestyle, the drama and so much more.  Music is just a proportion of it, and it effects everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The common quote goes, "If it's not broken, don't fix it."  And I'm assuming that's what all the producers, including Clive Davis, are thinking about the music scene. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "People want the same sound! They'll get it!" &lt;/span&gt;But how many artists through the past have made a change and it brought the most extraordinary sound to our ears?  They took a risk and said, they either like it or they don't.  My favorite example of this is Ray Charles.  I speak only from what I know, and I know Ray Charles.  Not literally, but I know his music.  He took a chance out in the world, him and his producers, they made a change, and I'll be damned!  The people actually liked it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The change doesn't need to happen.  It's already happened.  It's been happening, but it's gone unnoticed.  John Mayer, Alicia Keys, Jack Johnson, John Legend, Norah Jones, Corrine Bailey Rae, Macy Gray's latest, and even our own Taylor Hicks could be put in this category if his self-titled album wasn't so over produced.  I love the songs, don't get me wrong, but I can hear in each individual song details and possible things that could be changed to make it more "soulful."  All the artists I listed are just part of what is known as great music.  They are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;artists.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And for a moment, lets look and see the definition of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;artist&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="me"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;art·ist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;span class="pronset"&gt;&lt;span class="show_ipapr" style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pron"&gt;ˈɑr&lt;img class="luna-Img" src="http://cache.lexico.com/dictionary/graphics/luna/thinsp.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;tɪst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a class="pronlink" onclick="pk = window.open('/help/luna/IPA_pron_key.html', 'PronunciationKey','height=700,width=560,left=0,top=0,resizable,scrollbars');if(pk){pk.focus();}" onmouseout="status='';return true;" onmouseover="status='Click for pronunciation key';return true;" title="Click for pronunciation key"&gt;Pronunciation Key&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="pron_toggle" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="pronlink" onclick="javascript:show_sp()" onmouseout="status='';return true;" onmouseover="status='Click to toggle pronunciation';return true;" title="Click to show spelled pronunciation"&gt;Show Spelled Pronunciation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="show_spellpr" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pron"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ahr&lt;/b&gt;-tist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pron_toggle" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;a class="pronlink" onclick="javascript:show_ip()" onmouseout="status='';return true;" onmouseover="status='Click to toggle pronunciation';return true;" title="Click to show IPA pronunciation"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;–noun&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;table style="width: 677px; height: 53px;" class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a person who produces works in any of the arts that are primarily subject to aesthetic criteria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An example of aesthetic criteria?  Music:  The writing of the words, expression, melody, mood, the swing, beat and rhythm, the heart, the feelings, and the soul.  At least that's my definition of music.  Now here's the dictionary's:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="me"&gt;mu·sic&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="pronset"&gt; &lt;span class="show_ipapr" style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pron"&gt;ˈmyu&lt;img class="luna-Img" src="http://cache.lexico.com/dictionary/graphics/luna/thinsp.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;zɪk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a class="pronlink" onclick="pk = window.open('/help/luna/IPA_pron_key.html', 'PronunciationKey','height=700,width=560,left=0,top=0,resizable,scrollbars');if(pk){pk.focus();}" onmouseout="status='';return true;" onmouseover="status='Click for pronunciation key';return true;" title="Click for pronunciation key"&gt;Pronunciation Key&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="pron_toggle" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="pronlink" onclick="javascript:show_sp()" onmouseout="status='';return true;" onmouseover="status='Click to toggle pronunciation';return true;" title="Click to show spelled pronunciation"&gt;Show Spelled Pronunci&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="show_spellpr" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pron"&gt;&lt;b&gt;myoo&lt;/b&gt;-zik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pron_toggle" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;a class="pronlink" onclick="javascript:show_ip()" onmouseout="status='';return true;" onmouseover="status='Click to toggle pronunciation';return true;" title="Click to show IPA pronunciation"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pg"&gt;–noun  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;an art of sound in time that expresses ideas and emotions in significant forms through the elements of rhythm, melody, harmony, and color.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;An &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;art &lt;/span&gt;of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sound&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ideas&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Emotions&lt;/span&gt;.  Last time I checked Fergie only spelled her music.  And even her latest song, "Big Girls Don't Cry"  I still don't like.  It's fake and doesn't come from the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my opinion only.  And it's something that bothers me everyday.  Musicians are artists, people who work towards their dream with their heart and emotions.  They sing from the heart everyday, and know the meaning of the words that THEY wrote down.  Original music is a beautiful thing, too bad today's society has yet to realize it.  And I know that there are people out there that know exactly what I'm talking about.  People who look up to those artists, and the artists that look up to the classic legends.  So... what's your take on this?  Agree or disagree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My final words on this:  A musician that can barely put gas in the tank of their car/tourbus/home can be a greater than the so called artist who sits on the couch watching MTV while a hired lyricist writes their next hit single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-2374598305835298136?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/2374598305835298136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=2374598305835298136&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/2374598305835298136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/2374598305835298136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2007/11/so-im-at-point-where-i-am-very.html' title='A life born, only to be wasted.'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-5890104234679371623</id><published>2007-11-19T09:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T10:09:20.002-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So...</title><content type='html'>How's everyone doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've given up on the whole pictures thing.  The thing I wanted to tell you is that I randomly went out last weekend and got a tattoo.  NOW DON'T FREAK. I've wanted it for a couple months now at least, and I've planned it out.  It's nothing like a cartoon character or anything of that sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it a lot and it actually has meaning to it.  I got music notes around my wrist, with the words I Believe underneath of it.  It's based off of the song "I Believe To My Soul" by Ray Charles.  And I used the actual first half of the bar from the song.  The neat thing about it is that if I ever need to cover it up, I can just wear a watch or something, and poof! It's gone.  Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story side of it, is that I ran around town all day with  my dad's girlfriend looking at prices and whatnot.  Some places were really expensive, and others wanted to make the tattoo itself really large.  The last place I went of course, could do what I wanted for a fair price.  So after work that night, at 10pm I went to get it done.  It only took about 45 minutes total, and wasn't that painful.  As I walked into the place though, I got a phone call from my mom, my dad, my friend Kirstie, and Julie.  I didn't mention it to my dad until the next day, but my mom likes it.  Julie casually asked me what was up.  "Oh not much, just sitting a tattoo parlor getting a tattoo."  I loved Julie's response it still cracks me up, "What!? No Way?!  Are You Serious?!"  Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work I get a lot of people asking about it, "Is that real music?"  "What's it mean?"  "What do you believe in?"  "Do you Believe you can fly?" (I get that one A LOT).  And the strangest one was a lady asking me if it's to support Britney Spears newest perfume, "Believe."  Um.... no.  She even showed me a Britney Spears keychain!  And I though we were obsessed...  I don't think any of us actually have a keychain! haha... Well I'm out, headin' off to work! Have a great week... or day... or morning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-5890104234679371623?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/5890104234679371623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=5890104234679371623&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/5890104234679371623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/5890104234679371623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2007/11/so.html' title='So...'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-7604221135100702256</id><published>2007-11-12T17:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T17:08:17.339-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Haha... so um yeah...</title><content type='html'>I want to tell you something... but I want to wait till I have pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah... I know something you don't know!  Na-na Na-na Boo-Boo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm creating suspense!! HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..................................... more to come. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-7604221135100702256?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/7604221135100702256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=7604221135100702256&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/7604221135100702256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/7604221135100702256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2007/11/haha-so-um-yeah.html' title='Haha... so um yeah...'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-6087427061762980421</id><published>2007-11-09T09:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T09:53:13.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate Technology...</title><content type='html'>Man, this blows.  I hate not having internet.  I only get to check my email early in the mornings and later in the afternoon at my mom's house.  I never get the chance anymore to sit around and talk to you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is everyone doing lately?  Any major outbreaks or news?  Is MFOYA caving in yet?  Has Taylor announced his love for me like he said he would? Lol, just kidding! Pshh, I wish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you all! And I hope that Cox (my internet provider) will respond to my million phone calls.  They keep putting me on the phone with the same tech support people, that tell me to do the same thing everytime, and nothing changes!!  It still won't connect! They have to send someone out to my apartment.  I keep telling them, but do they listen? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I might be on sometime Saturday night though.  I have to download my music from my mom's computer to mine at home.  I hope to catch you all then!  Have a great day, weekend, or week. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-6087427061762980421?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/6087427061762980421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=6087427061762980421&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/6087427061762980421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/6087427061762980421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-hate-technology.html' title='I Hate Technology...'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-2236615738712074741</id><published>2007-11-05T14:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T16:51:36.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the House</title><content type='html'>Saturday, all day, I spent moving furniture, clothes, and a million magazines of Johnny Depp and Taylor into my new apartment.  The worst part of the day was around 7pm when I hadn't eaten since 10:30.  I got everything situated, unpacked and organized by the time I met my dad for dinner at 7:30, (I later felt the effect of two large plates of mashed potatoes, fried chicken, and coleslaw).  After that I went to a friend's birthday party, where I ran into friend's of my mom's.  Really close friends, we consider them family in fact.  Small world, I thought it was neat that they were all there, including the fact that my mom herself was invited, lol.  Yesterday, I just went out to lunch, watched the Colts and Patriots game, and hung out at a friend's and watched a few movies, then finally made it home last night.  By the way... PATRIOTS WON!  Haha, yeah they made a few mistakes, and for awhile I didn't think they were going to make it, but they pulled through in the end!  WOOO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in case some of you are wondering about the situation with Julie yesterday, all is well now.  Julie checked into a hospital and is going to spend a few days there.  She had her neighbor as well as her husband call me and let me know what was going on.  I also informed her friend in California what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a long few hours with the conversations and the pauses in between.  I was really worried, and it was really upsetting.  I was ok with it though, I figured in time she would break down.  She has been doing really well with what's been going on, and it was just a matter of time before it all came down on her.  I'm glad she was able to find help, and that she has friends and family surrounding her at the hospital.  They are calling me with updates through the next couple days.  And she should be out by Wednesday.  I know it seems wrong for Julie to bring this on me, but I don't think she could really comprehend at the time, the best thing for her to do.  I'm just glad at least that she made a phone call, rather than thinking it out for herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone else is doing ok.  The internet at my apartment is all screwy, so I don't know how often I'll be on, but I hope to catch up with all of you soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care! :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-2236615738712074741?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/2236615738712074741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=2236615738712074741&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/2236615738712074741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/2236615738712074741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2007/11/out-of-house.html' title='Out of the House'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-4717256891068474691</id><published>2007-10-30T17:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T17:55:49.929-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Laugh Out Loud!!!</title><content type='html'>Haha, I went and saw Carlos Mencia Sunday night.  It was a live show, and there was no age limit.  AMAZING!!! Something crude and actually worth putting a limit on, they didn't!  I'm not complaining of course, but come on! Why the limit on concerts?!?!  But anyways, Carlos is amongst my group of heroes; him, Taylor, and Johnny Depp.  The coolest people alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My highlight of the night... when my dad cut in front of 30 people to take a picture with him.&lt;br /&gt;It cost $25 to get a polaroid of you and Carlos standing there.  We got two pictures, but only because my dad lied and said we lost our first one.  So when we came around for the third time he gave us a glare.  I had to smack my dad upside the head push him past because I kept telling him no since the first time.  But Carlos just laughed, shook my hand and said, "Get on with your bad self."  The show itself was great!  I've never laughed so much!  He got really involved with the crowd and everything.  You have to love artists like him.  He actually had his brother and the midget from his show working the t-shirt stand.  I have to work on getting my pictures and videos from my phone uploaded.  They are some great shots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... next to meet on my list is Mr. Depp.  Watch out Jack Sparrow!  You'll remember this as the day that you ALMOST got away!! lol.... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-4717256891068474691?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/4717256891068474691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=4717256891068474691&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/4717256891068474691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/4717256891068474691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2007/10/laugh-out-loud.html' title='Laugh Out Loud!!!'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-2793828438894181204</id><published>2007-10-23T01:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T01:19:31.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh no...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I think I'm going to go crazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.aolcdn.com/ch_kids/01-hannah-montana-300a101106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 302px;" src="http://www.aolcdn.com/ch_kids/01-hannah-montana-300a101106.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've been forced to go to the Hannah Montana concert?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wtf?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it will be ok, there will be some hotties on the stage as well ;) - they're pretty close to my age too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l60/myname_972/jonasbroth_wargo-400ds306.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The Jonas Bros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/COMPAQ%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-2793828438894181204?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/2793828438894181204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=2793828438894181204&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/2793828438894181204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/2793828438894181204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2007/10/oh-no.html' title='Oh no...'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-4207345250540743280</id><published>2007-10-18T17:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T08:53:57.524-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I should have been there!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-957197a801a9d254" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/4207345250540743280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=4207345250540743280&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/4207345250540743280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/4207345250540743280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-should-have-been-there.html' title='I should have been there!!!'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-1393204216496142473</id><published>2007-10-08T11:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T11:07:11.984-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Well,</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I didn't get around to posting a "HAPPY BIRTHDAY TAYLOR!" cartoon or anything, and I wasn't able to make it last night. I'm sorry for not being there, although I heard it ended soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was busy running around last night, trying to figure out things with my current living situtation. It's hectic, but things are finally starting to slow down and make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, in regards to Taylor, here is his belated Birthday post. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.birthdaymessages.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="300" alt="" src="http://www.birthdaymessagez.com/graphics/bear1.jpg" width="400" border="1" bordercolor="000000" /&gt; Dude.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-1393204216496142473?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/1393204216496142473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=1393204216496142473&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/1393204216496142473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/1393204216496142473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2007/10/well.html' title='Well,'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-8647428140663374524</id><published>2007-10-05T01:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T01:11:12.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some New Assets</title><content type='html'>In reference to the last post... everyone lately has been stuck saying "ass."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's all take a moment to let it out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ASS - 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ASS - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ASS - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ASS - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ASS - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ASS - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ASS - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ASS - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ASS - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ASS - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ASS - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ASS - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ASS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thank You for your cooperation. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-8647428140663374524?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/8647428140663374524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=8647428140663374524&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/8647428140663374524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/8647428140663374524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2007/10/some-new-assets_05.html' title='Some New Assets'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-1921283273319327127</id><published>2007-10-03T00:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T00:58:12.704-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Do we end it so soon?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm creating this post in honor of someone who made &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not too much of a history buff, and I don't really follow up on details, but when it comes down to one thing and one thing only... "It's all about the music."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer really care what anyone thinks.  If you don't like Gray, you don't like him.  I'll admit he was an ass at times.  But he had to be, we created absolute mayhem for him.  How many people can say that they handled a fan site that was so crazed up with uncontrollable women, constant email and unlimited access?  Not very many.  I give him a lot of credit, and a lot of respect.  The more I've spoken with Gray, the more I realize that he's not such an ass, he's actually a pretty cool dude.  He's got a good sense in music too, which is more than what half of America can say.  Grace Potter kicks ass.  Although, I'm not a HUGE fan, I can sit down and jam to some songs and videos of hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason Taylor is where he is at, is because of the amount of heart he has in what he does.  It's not just some "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;thing"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;that he runs off and does as a hobby.  Any true FAN would know this, but also a good friend knows this as well.  A recent &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://c2what.com/2007/10/01/hey-man-im-just-doing-my-job"&gt;whatdoicallit?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; by Gray is given to us to explain what Taylor does before, during and after the show.  I absolutely love the way that Gray explained everything.  I can tell that Gray sees more than just some famous, gray-haired, singer.  He sees a musician, just like I do.  It's all about having the spirit for it.  Music of my generation is a bit irritating, it has no meaning... no heart... no soul.  That's why I love Taylor, he has ALL of that.  And so does John Legend, Alicia Keys, Ben Harper, John Mayer and Grace Potter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Now where in the hell does all this fit in?"&lt;/span&gt; you ask?  Simple.  My basic point is to say that, Gray knows music, he knows fans, and he knows more than we think.  Just the littlest bit of respect can go a long way.  It's a shame to say that when someone stands up for something, they immediately get pushed down.  But that's how society is, isn't it?  I sure as hell can't change it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm just putting this out there for Gray, a remembrance for all that he put up with.  Because I know that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; didn't make it easy on him.  For those of you who were there... remember the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Does Taylor have a hairy ass?"  &lt;/span&gt;night?  Haha, we did more than just ask a stupid little question...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the good ol' days.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-left: auto; visibility: visible; margin-right: auto; width: 450px;"&gt;&lt;embed style="width: 435px; visibility: visible; height: 80px;" allowscriptaccess="never" src="http://www.musicplaylist.us/mc/mp3player-othersite.swf?config=http://www.musicplaylist.us/mc/config/config_regular_noautostart.xml&amp;amp;mywidth=435&amp;amp;myheight=270&amp;amp;playlist_url=http://www.musicplaylist.us/loadplaylist.php?playlist=16560531" menu="false" quality="high" name="mp3player" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" border="0" height="0" width="435"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.musicplaylist.us/"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-1921283273319327127?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/1921283273319327127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=1921283273319327127&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/1921283273319327127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/1921283273319327127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2007/10/do-we-end-it-so-soon_03.html' title='Do we end it so soon?'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-2352204404533675616</id><published>2007-10-01T18:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T18:29:52.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm gonna Throw a Party Ya'll</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHO: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You, Me and Anyone who gives a shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Sunday Night around 8ish till whenever we feel like going to sleep.&lt;/span&gt; S&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHERE:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well... I believe at the chat below.  Anymore pointless questions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1st reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; we all miss each other. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2nd reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; it's someone's birthday ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and bring some cake.  I'm freakin' hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;***If anyone is having issues with the chat, please tell me.  It's new and I'm not sure if it works for everyone.***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-2352204404533675616?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/2352204404533675616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=2352204404533675616&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/2352204404533675616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/2352204404533675616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-gonna-throw-party-yall.html' title='I&apos;m gonna Throw a Party Ya&apos;ll'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-1488052203846181524</id><published>2007-09-27T22:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T22:26:15.465-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Taylor Hicks - </title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/yG_-DHQGrO0' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/yG_-DHQGrO0'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, why not. Great tune, awesome groove and Mister-Get-Down-With-Your-Badself on full display.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-1488052203846181524?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/1488052203846181524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=1488052203846181524&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/1488052203846181524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/1488052203846181524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2007/09/taylor-hicks.html' title='Taylor Hicks - '/><author><name>Chicken And Waffles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://home.vicnet.net.au/~austrlis/100/100images/23_Gaultier_Fried_Chicken_6000.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-722735656641872275</id><published>2007-09-26T02:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T02:06:50.868-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How's the weather?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's everyone up too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What ya have for dinner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any random news in the headlines lately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm just makin' small talk... Life's been busy and I miss everyone :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/elton+john/track/i+guess+thats+why+they+call+it+the+blues" title="'Elton John - I Guess Thats Why They Call It The Blues' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Elton John - I Guess Thats Why They Call It The Blues&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-size: 10px;"&gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-722735656641872275?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/722735656641872275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=722735656641872275&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/722735656641872275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/722735656641872275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2007/09/so.html' title='So...'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-5430060324414088190</id><published>2007-09-15T16:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T01:21:09.054-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh...</title><content type='html'>My schedule has recently changed from working only 30 hours a week, sleeping a lot, and partying on the weekends to working 65 hours a week, going to sleep at 2 a.m., eating Mcdonald's and Taco Bell everyday, and still partying.  My life has taken a very fast plunge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst of all these, has been the fast food.  Yeah the sleep is my major concern, but it all revolves around my food intake.  Because I never have to time to make a decent meal, I just rush through the drive-thru.  You know your eating habits are going to hell when you replace one fast food drink with another in your car's cup holder.  The amount of sugars and fats in the food keep me wired for a period of time, and because I don't get off work till 10 at night now, I eat late and stay up later.  My mom's work load has extended to almost a full time job, working from 9 to 4 Monday through Friday.  And on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, I work at a local - guess what- Fast Food restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part about my new job is that I work in the kitchen, making fries and flipping burgers, I get all the french fries and onion rings I want.  And I hit up on that offer with a generous amount of the fatty, greasy food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fast pace in my diet and sleep has taken a toll on me.  It's had it's major change with the addition of my new job, and I've felt it's effect.  Today I woke up at 9 o'clock, barely getting any sleep throughout the night.  I was at my friends house, and I came home to check my email, play guitar, and then go back to sleep from 11 to 3:30.  I'm still wiped out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've started to change things slowly, yesterday Instead of going to my boyfriend's house, I went jogging around the neighborhood.  I went a total of 15 blocks, quite a lot for me.  I came home, took a shower and THEN went to my boyfriend's house, lol.  Today instead of eating Taco Bell, I found a pizza in the freezer.  It's actually a lean pizza... not too sure of the details.  But it has garlic, onion, and grilled chicken on it.  OMG AMAZING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited about my new job, they pay well for just starting, I used to work there about a year ago.  I'm going to use the extra money to save up for my own place, and eventually get another job, and leave my mom's business.  It's caused a lot of stress on me, not being able to get paid when I'm supposed.  And it's not that I don't trust my mom, It's just really hard to get paid from the person who organizes your bills.  So, I'm working on a new plan to get around my unhealthy lifestyle, and I should be back to myself, and not so down in the dumps.  Even my boss yesterday said, "Kenzie, you've changed.  You're so quiet, what in the hell happened?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;p.s. - pictures coming soon :)&lt;br /&gt;p.s.s. - new music added!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-5430060324414088190?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/5430060324414088190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=5430060324414088190&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/5430060324414088190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/5430060324414088190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2007/09/ugh.html' title='Ugh...'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-5819993453594225068</id><published>2007-09-06T23:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:12:04.862-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have A Surprise for you all...</title><content type='html'>After grueling months of arguing with the Wal-Mart Photo center, I have finally been able to  achieve my life goal.  Remember back in March?  When I went to the show in Sioux City, IA?  I had the event take place after the show, where I met him... and "Roger met sign."  Within seconds of noticing what was going on, I snatched my friends camera and took a snap shot of Taylor's contact with the No-Parking sign.  Well.... here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/RuDFlCTz8cI/AAAAAAAAAFU/RRWlFlwgmXk/s1600-h/one-two.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/RuDFlCTz8cI/AAAAAAAAAFU/RRWlFlwgmXk/s320/one-two.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107299217503941058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... it's completely impossible to make out.  You have to stare at it for awhile to get the full impact.  But underneath the sign you can see a white spot... that's his sock.  And above the sock, if you can follow the leg, you can see his shorts, and shirt.  It's hard to see, but the hand is there... pushing to get through. ;]  And somewhat above... is his head, mouth open and screaming.  Bill is to the left... laughing his ass off, just like me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/RuDGliTz8dI/AAAAAAAAAFc/xnm9lRuxa2Q/s1600-h/two-two.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/RuDGliTz8dI/AAAAAAAAAFc/xnm9lRuxa2Q/s320/two-two.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107300325605503442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is another picture of him walking towards his doom.  Just follow the socks, and you can make out the rest of him. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still going to try and figure out more editing, but for now this is it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-5819993453594225068?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/5819993453594225068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=5819993453594225068&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/5819993453594225068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/5819993453594225068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-have-surprise-for-you-all.html' title='I Have A Surprise for you all...'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/RuDFlCTz8cI/AAAAAAAAAFU/RRWlFlwgmXk/s72-c/one-two.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-4567842315570049820</id><published>2007-09-02T21:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T21:20:50.287-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chat??</title><content type='html'>Ok, Because of complications with gabbly ALL the time, and no one can ever contact with each other, I went and found another chat, it's located way down at the bottom of the page.   I'm not sure if it's good yet, and I don't really like the layout, but it's better than nothing.  I'm still looking around, but for the time being, this will have to do.  You can change your name just the same though :) - so we know who is who.  Hopefully SR will be back soon, although she said not till the 17th.  I think her absence is making Gabbly go insane, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to you guys soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-4567842315570049820?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/4567842315570049820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=4567842315570049820&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/4567842315570049820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/4567842315570049820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2007/09/chat.html' title='Chat??'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-8503151634509080913</id><published>2007-09-02T17:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T17:07:42.802-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney's 15th Birthday Celebration.  Wooo!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Great Performance from The Man, but what else do we expect?  He's always great. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rB1btC4_UYA"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rB1btC4_UYA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those Three Little Pigs can move! Shake them things!! lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-8503151634509080913?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/8503151634509080913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=8503151634509080913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/8503151634509080913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/8503151634509080913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2007/09/disneys-15th-birthday-celebration-wooo.html' title='Disney&apos;s 15th Birthday Celebration.  Wooo!!'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-3996794639595708744</id><published>2007-08-27T15:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T15:15:18.059-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm...</title><content type='html'>I just love it when someone can create sounds of all different types of instruments and put them together to create one amazing melody.  A sound that seems to defy any law of physics and can tame the wildest beast.  Whether it's a soft sound, or something you can jump and run about too, I love to say that I just love music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've recently discovered someone who has been around for a few years.  I have never heard of him, but yet his music took me by surprise, and I'm excited to say, that I am a new fan :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.joshritter.com/historical/"&gt;Josh Ritter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kathleen"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bm3lWq4s5-U"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bm3lWq4s5-U" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To the Dogs or Whoever" - song from his new album &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Conquests of Josh Ritter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z4aBD0z0iaY"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z4aBD0z0iaY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-3996794639595708744?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/3996794639595708744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=3996794639595708744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/3996794639595708744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/3996794639595708744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2007/08/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm...'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-6074022730576325703</id><published>2007-08-24T01:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T01:55:12.878-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I haven't had an actual "Taylor" Post in quite some time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;so here it is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today, I was randomly shuffling through my iPod, listening to whatever the almighty object sent out my headphones.  When I came across, what I thought was "Heart and Soul," I prepared myself to dance and groove along to the music.  But to my surprise the sound exiting the tiny silver buds was not the upbeat guitar riff I so expected, but rather it was spoken words that simply stated, "On the evening of May 24th 2006 it was nearly impossible to see out..."  I finally realized that it was Taylor reading his book, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Heart Full of Soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, not "Heart and Soul." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;silly mind tricks&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  I wasn't aware that I had the audio book on my iPod, although I have listened to it, via iTunes, and thanks to E!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;  The best part of this experience was a few moments later after I had fast forwarded a few songs ahead.  I had wanted to go back to a previous song, and hit the back button... obviously.  But, my replay got stuck at the third part of the book.  And wouldn't stop replaying it... over and over and over and over again.  I kept hearing the words, "In retrospect... In retrospect... In retrospect..."  MY IPOD WAS BROKEN.  You ever hear a word repeated so much, it doesn't even sound like a word anymore?  Well, lets just say that I no longer believe that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;retrospect&lt;/span&gt; should be allowed in the dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oK... So this isn't really about Taylor... but it's Taylor related.  So yeah... I thought it was funny. NOW LAUGH. I COMMAND YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a Nice Day.  Come again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-6074022730576325703?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/6074022730576325703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=6074022730576325703&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/6074022730576325703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/6074022730576325703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-havent-had-actual-taylor-post-in.html' title='I haven&apos;t had an actual &quot;Taylor&quot; Post in quite some time'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-1914453241477891240</id><published>2007-08-18T08:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T09:05:13.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News? Bad News?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cowell To Quit Idol After Three More Seasons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aug 17, 2007 - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.teentelevision.com/d/156488/1002/cowell-to-quit-idol-after-three-more-seasons.html"&gt;World Entertainment News Network&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Simon Cowell will quit TV talent show American Idol after three more seasons.The British pop svengali has found stars Kelly Clarkson, Ruben Studdard, Fantasia Barrino, Carrie Underwood, Taylor Hicks, and Jordin Sparks on the first six seasons of the show and is currently in the middle of auditioning wannabe singers in season seven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the show's phenomenal success, Cowell admits he can't see past season 10. He says, "There has to come a point when I will step down from being on camera and remain behind the scenes because you can't keep doing this for ever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "I have three more seasons under contract with American Idol and that will be it. And it will probably come at the same time (for British talent show The X Factor) in the U.k."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am contracted for another two or three seasons in Britain and I think by that point the public will be sick to death of me anyway and it will be time to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-1914453241477891240?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/1914453241477891240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=1914453241477891240&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/1914453241477891240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/1914453241477891240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2007/08/good-news-bad-news.html' title='Good News? Bad News?'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-1175844495867789882</id><published>2007-08-15T23:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T23:45:34.905-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Taylor singing Toast?</title><content type='html'>For some reason, I don't believe this is the real Bob or Tom... he's got some weird name...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's that purple jacket and gray hair that's getting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BILAFuSi-i0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BILAFuSi-i0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I love the last verse... TEXAS TOAST! haha :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-1175844495867789882?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/1175844495867789882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=1175844495867789882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/1175844495867789882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/1175844495867789882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2007/08/taylor-singing-toast.html' title='Taylor singing Toast?'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-4725943430109155566</id><published>2007-08-13T21:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T21:56:25.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Homage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/m7XLeYMUZY4' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/m7XLeYMUZY4'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kenz: This is for you. We are proud of you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-4725943430109155566?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/4725943430109155566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=4725943430109155566&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/4725943430109155566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/4725943430109155566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2007/08/homage.html' title='Homage'/><author><name>Chicken And Waffles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://home.vicnet.net.au/~austrlis/100/100images/23_Gaultier_Fried_Chicken_6000.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-2714930457828646710</id><published>2007-08-13T17:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T17:27:00.455-04:00</updated><title type='text'>PostSecret.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is something that world has shared with the world.&lt;br /&gt;It caught my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B6rTkp1dek4"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B6rTkp1dek4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://postsecret.blogspot.com/"&gt;Post Secret Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-2714930457828646710?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/2714930457828646710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=2714930457828646710&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/2714930457828646710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/2714930457828646710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2007/08/postsecret.html' title='PostSecret.'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-1553180492122275213</id><published>2007-08-13T11:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T11:27:29.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'>American Idol Omaha Auditions</title><content type='html'>This guy was in my section, not my row.  But I was behind him in line, although I never heard him sing either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing.... The tryout was NOT Gay, as he put it.  I had a blast singing "Born in the USA," although if I hear the song one more time, I'm likely to explode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second thing... he's so full of himself.  He's not that great of a singer. He's good, but just not AI type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LwOIxZIIGNM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LwOIxZIIGNM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's my take on the "American Idol Type."  It's not if you are a great singer and can sing the loudest or can hold the longest notes.  They are looking for someone who has the heart to actually make it.  Someone that stands out from the crowd... and we know a perfect example of that.  Their voice must be good, and sound capable of singing any song.  It must be that type of voice that can be eventually put on record.  &lt;small&gt;im trying to explain this... and it's really hard.  i think you either get it or you don't, lol&lt;/small&gt;  So I'm done here now, before I can make myself even more stupid.  BYE BYES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-1553180492122275213?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/1553180492122275213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=1553180492122275213&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/1553180492122275213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/1553180492122275213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2007/08/american-idol-omaha-auditions.html' title='American Idol Omaha Auditions'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-1720588222412396721</id><published>2007-08-08T02:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T02:28:28.017-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer Amongst the Idiots.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=8453243"&gt;If you watch this 100 times you will still laugh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;embed src="http://lads.myspace.com/videos/vplayer.swf" flashvars="m=8453243&amp;v=2&amp;type=video" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="430" height="346"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.addToProfileConfirm&amp;videoid=8453243&amp;title=If you watch this 100 times you will still laugh"&gt;Add to My Profile&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.home"&gt; More Videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-1720588222412396721?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/1720588222412396721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=1720588222412396721&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/1720588222412396721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/1720588222412396721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2007/08/soccer-amongst-idiots.html' title='Soccer Amongst the Idiots.'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-6850466193939399411</id><published>2007-08-07T20:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T20:06:30.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For All You Football Fans...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Taylor.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Chicago&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Bears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; fan.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;He said so himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HELL YEAH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-6850466193939399411?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/6850466193939399411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=6850466193939399411&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/6850466193939399411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/6850466193939399411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2007/08/for-all-you-football-fans.html' title='For All You Football Fans...'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-5774781769889434842</id><published>2007-08-03T07:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T07:59:02.557-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm No Longer Venting :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mom surprised me last night by telling me that we get to go road tripping today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Best Part is... we're heading to see a Modest Mouse concert!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Modest Mouse is an Indie Pop Band for those of you that haven't heard of them, lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.youngna.com/youngna/040915_MM%20009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We're going to be down in Kansas City all weekend. I'm mainly excited because, WOOHOO! Another Concert! And well, duh... it's my favorite band.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.the-collective.net/~bwillen/LinksMM.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;woot! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-5774781769889434842?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/5774781769889434842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=5774781769889434842&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/5774781769889434842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/5774781769889434842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-no-longer-venting.html' title='I&apos;m No Longer Venting :)'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-7927425300858566303</id><published>2007-07-31T23:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T23:53:09.502-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh My Omaha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/QftTbsD5U_M' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/QftTbsD5U_M'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Despite the fact that the host, the nefarious FairyPixie, sounds like she's on Qualudes, this is a nice visual tour of Kenz' hometown. Who knew? I was thinking wheat fields too! Omaha Rocks!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-7927425300858566303?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/7927425300858566303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=7927425300858566303&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/7927425300858566303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/7927425300858566303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2007/07/oh-my-omaha.html' title='Oh My Omaha'/><author><name>Chicken And Waffles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://home.vicnet.net.au/~austrlis/100/100images/23_Gaultier_Fried_Chicken_6000.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-3804878924169180959</id><published>2007-07-30T20:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T21:01:02.449-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mystery of the Gabber Number - Unfolded</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The range of numbers consists of a smaller amount than the average person believes, it stands between 0 and 9. That's it. 0-1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 and 9. Then you can create the double digits and triple digits - i.e. - 12 or 154.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to the conclusion that the numbers we recieve are that of significance. We don't seem to realize the absolute power behind, the "RANDOM NUMBER." But will we ever? It is jumbled and mixed, and we choose to ignore it's message. "What message is it telling us?" You ask. "I don't know," I answer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://production.investis.com/ngt_ara_2003_en/images/finhigh_banner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what is the reason that &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt; everytime, our good pal Six enters the room, her number mathematically eqautes into, well... 6? I do not have the answer to the mystery of our numbers. Maybe it's technology fooling with our minds, and it has something to do with our I.P. address. Or maybe they are numbers that relate to addresses that we either currently live in or have lived in. Maybe its some strange mystery such as the Jim Carrey horror film, "23." [Not that I've ever actually seen the movie, (and which, by the way, the preview seemed so much like a commercial representing the Dr. Pepper and it's Twenty-Three flavors.)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mystery continues, and is probably in fact, more firmly folded, rather than unfolded. I create mayhem amongst the details that we so choose to ingore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this message creates absolutely no sense, and your mind is lost... that is your problem. But if you decide to fuss about it - please, by all means... Take it up with my lawyer. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;---coming tomorrow... "The Mystery Behind the Color Schemes of Gabbly" --- Will it be solved? Only time will Tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-3804878924169180959?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/3804878924169180959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=3804878924169180959&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/3804878924169180959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/3804878924169180959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2007/07/mystery-of-gabber-number-unfolded.html' title='The Mystery of the Gabber Number - Unfolded'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-172330460650950501</id><published>2007-07-20T17:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T17:51:02.798-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm gonna vent just for the moment...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WTF?!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IM SO SICK OF BEING UNDERAGE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I CANT GO GO TO ANY FREAKIN CONCERTS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IM PISSED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-172330460650950501?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/172330460650950501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=172330460650950501&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/172330460650950501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/172330460650950501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-gonna-vent-just-for-moment.html' title='I&apos;m gonna vent just for the moment...'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-8070290463307250633</id><published>2007-07-19T01:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:12:05.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Be Pimpin'  - Lol.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/Rp75IwDNj-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/UUxfvWOVj7U/s1600-h/101_1399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088778557707882466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/Rp75IwDNj-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/UUxfvWOVj7U/s400/101_1399.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; omg yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/Rp74igDNj9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/SlCmVFZehwY/s1600-h/101_1398.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088777900577886162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/Rp74igDNj9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/SlCmVFZehwY/s400/101_1398.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm in the driver's seat of course, my best friend in the passenger seat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah, we were screaming with joy. :) Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-8070290463307250633?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/8070290463307250633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=8070290463307250633&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/8070290463307250633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/8070290463307250633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-be-pimpin-lol.html' title='I Be Pimpin&apos;  - Lol.'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/Rp75IwDNj-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/UUxfvWOVj7U/s72-c/101_1399.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-7382582495409351958</id><published>2007-07-19T00:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T00:57:51.341-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch Out Boogie Man!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N82gwt55RXs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N82gwt55RXs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-7382582495409351958?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/7382582495409351958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=7382582495409351958&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/7382582495409351958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/7382582495409351958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2007/07/watch-out-boogie-man.html' title='Watch Out Boogie Man!!'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-7087880797545527638</id><published>2007-07-15T23:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T23:57:00.807-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Double-U Tee Eff.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(which is WTF)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS THIS REALLY HIM?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aMGSthDMBZQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aMGSthDMBZQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-7087880797545527638?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/7087880797545527638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=7087880797545527638&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/7087880797545527638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/7087880797545527638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2007/07/double-u-tee-eff.html' title='Double-U Tee Eff.'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-684962841550719161</id><published>2007-07-13T01:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T01:55:06.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Laugh So Much Needed</title><content type='html'>A man was scheduled to go before a firing squad for his crimes. The evening before his execution, he was asked what he wanted for his last meal. He refused the meal completely. &lt;br /&gt;The next morning the man was brought before the firing squad. When asked for his last request, the man said he had none. The General in charge of his execution asked him, ''Sir, you refused your last meal and your last request. Isn't there anything you want before you die?'' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man thought for a moment, then said, ''Music has always been an important part of my life. If I could do but one thing before I die, would you allow me to sing my favorite song from beginning to end, without interruption?'' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The General thought this was a reasonable request, and ordered his men to lower their weapons and to not interrupt for the duration of the song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''Ten million bottles of beer on the wall...''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-684962841550719161?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/684962841550719161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=684962841550719161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/684962841550719161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/684962841550719161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2007/07/laugh-so-much-needed.html' title='A Laugh So Much Needed'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-1197081615285132234</id><published>2007-07-12T19:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T19:24:10.525-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Linda Hornbuckle</title><content type='html'>GEORGIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/co8GvQAbYdM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/co8GvQAbYdM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATURAL WOMAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0N0u2nA7Dck"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0N0u2nA7Dck" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-1197081615285132234?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/1197081615285132234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=1197081615285132234&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/1197081615285132234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/1197081615285132234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2007/07/linda-hornbuckle.html' title='Linda Hornbuckle'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-5016985106405881313</id><published>2007-07-11T22:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:12:06.147-05:00</updated><title type='text'>oh damn.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/RpWQbwDNj8I/AAAAAAAAAEU/BWRz1k9W648/s1600-h/taylor21losu5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086130160614084546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/RpWQbwDNj8I/AAAAAAAAAEU/BWRz1k9W648/s400/taylor21losu5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086129765477093298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/RpWQEwDNj7I/AAAAAAAAAEM/wBtjsmR6CbM/s400/taylor22lobw3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-5016985106405881313?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/5016985106405881313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=5016985106405881313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/5016985106405881313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/5016985106405881313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2007/07/oh-damn.html' title='oh damn.'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/RpWQbwDNj8I/AAAAAAAAAEU/BWRz1k9W648/s72-c/taylor21losu5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-7153523914168719350</id><published>2007-07-10T19:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T19:26:04.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BREAKING NEWS!!!</title><content type='html'>Only in Nebraska would something like this happen...&lt;br /&gt;.......and yes this is a true story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, along interstate I-80 a semi-truck bombarded through an overpass and went gliding off to the ground beneath.  Inside the semi were a number of cows.  The cows were not harmed... at first.  They broke through the metal sheet of the semi, and became loose through out the interstate.  Police, Firefighters, and the Humane Society quickly responded to the call. (Can you imagine getting that call?? "Semi flipped off bridge, cows are loose... go shoot them.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cows immediately roamed around the interstate, causing a backup in till late this afternoon.  A number of police stood atop the semi, killing off the cows that were still trapped beneath the rubble.  Shotguns were the choice of weapon.  Out in a distance a few cows still ran free, one was caught before entering the city.  And others were later caught within the rural area of midtown Omaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The driver of the truck is in intesive care at a local hospital.  No further word has been mentioned of his condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could say, "No animals were harmed in the making of this story."  But that is not the case here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a witness to the treachery of the police standing on top of the semi aiming at the helpless pounds of beef.  And also the blood that lead down the street for at least ten feet.  And the random cow, that mother thought was a Liger, lying dead in the field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace cows, I raise my Milk to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(this was written by me... so accuracy might not be all that great)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-7153523914168719350?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/7153523914168719350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=7153523914168719350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/7153523914168719350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/7153523914168719350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2007/07/breaking-news.html' title='BREAKING NEWS!!!'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-7540234120889674307</id><published>2007-07-09T16:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T17:08:15.871-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLY CRAP!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;COMSTOCK ROCK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This dates July 19th - 22nd &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Some of the Bands include: &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jackyl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Creedence Clearwater Revisited&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Peter Frampton&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blues &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(fucking) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Traveler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Guess Who&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Marshall Tucker Band&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; many more....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;since when did omaha get all these good concerts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-7540234120889674307?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/7540234120889674307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=7540234120889674307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/7540234120889674307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/7540234120889674307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2007/07/holy-crap.html' title='HOLY CRAP!!!!'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-1534153264035358645</id><published>2007-07-08T18:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T18:44:19.057-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/ba6Vs6aLY6I' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/ba6Vs6aLY6I'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You worked hard, Ms. Kenz! Congrats on your success, dear friend. You earned it!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-1534153264035358645?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/1534153264035358645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=1534153264035358645&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/1534153264035358645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/1534153264035358645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2007/07/congratulations.html' title='Congratulations!'/><author><name>Chicken And Waffles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://home.vicnet.net.au/~austrlis/100/100images/23_Gaultier_Fried_Chicken_6000.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219640042264076316.post-2791690161587733507</id><published>2007-07-06T10:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T10:58:16.775-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To My Friends,</title><content type='html'>I want to say thank you for everything that you all have done for me.  The support and encouragement has been great, and has really helped me these past few weeks.  Thank you all for so much.  I couldn't ask for greater friends. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Click for More!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219640042264076316-2791690161587733507?l=the-soul-shack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/feeds/2791690161587733507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219640042264076316&amp;postID=2791690161587733507&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/2791690161587733507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219640042264076316/posts/default/2791690161587733507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-soul-shack.blogspot.com/2007/07/to-my-friends.html' title='To My Friends,'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899024958589619943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocOCBtNUABQ/SQ2ypogJDvI/AAAAAAAAANw/_enOvllZ9-o/s1600-R/musichall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
