<?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-19247016</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:02:58.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Are The Dead</title><subtitle type='html'>Oh Worship the Lord in the beauty of holiness. Tremble before Him, all the earth. Say among the nations, "The Lord reigns; The world also is firmly established, it shall not be moved. He shall judge the peoples righteously."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Silly Nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755663666488758612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>74</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19247016.post-116119522684693007</id><published>2006-10-18T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T11:13:46.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pray as Jesus told us to</title><content type='html'>I had emailed this as a devotional or our bible study group, but decided that because I can't think of anything to blog, I'll blog this!&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy! This one is called.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRAYER AND CALLING THOSE THINGS THAT BE NOT AS THOUGH THEY WERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were!Were!Were!Were!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Echo!Echo!Echo!Echo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know that it is grounded in the Bible(the verse in all that), but I can't find it. I searched Bible.com *repeat*Bible.com*repeat*, but couldn't find it. So you could take my word for it or.....I guess you couldn't.....whatever! Anyway, when Jesus told us how to pray, he didn't tell us to keep asking as if it were the first time each time(cause I know that gets old and monotonous and boring, and apparently Jesus knew that too). He even said NOT to do that, cause that's what the Pharisees do.&lt;br /&gt;What, you think God doesn't remember what you said last time? That just maybe He, in His infinite wisdom forgot your prayers?&lt;br /&gt;He told us that when we pray we are to THANK Him for what He has given us, even if we physically don't have it, but we do that cause we have faith and because He told us that when we became born again through Jesus, we have all things already given to us. I will name three right here:&lt;br /&gt;1. Healing for emotional, physical, and spiritual scars(His body was broken for that, not just so we could pass around a loaf of bread, take a piece, and recite the words of Christ at the last supper, as important as that is)&lt;br /&gt;2. Dominion over Satan(resist the devil and he will flee from you, because the god of this world, being Satan, has no power over you when you say and believe and ACT like he has no power over you)&lt;br /&gt;3. Stength, rest, and peace(read Psalm 23)&lt;br /&gt;We don't need to ask Jesus for these things. No, it's not arrogance, it's not pride, and it's not stupid. Jesus is very clear that all things blessed have BEEN(past tense) given to us upon recieving salvation. We need to thank Him and thank Him and THANK HIM for what He has given us. Even when we do acquire it, keep giving thanks!&lt;br /&gt;So, when you pray, don't ask as the Pharisees do, which is with vain repetitions and useless banterings, but DECLARE over yourself and your life the blessings that have been promised to us(emphasis on promised). So, if you have a problem with your back, and it hurts day to day, begin to give thanks to Jesus because He already HAS healed you. Declare that your back is whole, pain-free, and STRONG! Tell Satan to SHUT UP(which I suppose is the modern way of saying I rebuketh thee), and inform him briefly and with authority his position in your life is GONE! Now, it may take a week, a month, a year, or forty years for what you've been praying for to manifest, but leave that up to God. God doesn't fail man, man fails God. But since God isn't mean or evil, He will always let you try again if you fall in your faith.&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 7:7-8 says, "Ask and it will be given to you, seek, and you will find, knock, and the door will be open to you."&lt;br /&gt;So, here's how it goes. Ask once. There's the asking part. Now seek. What better way to seek than to thank and give praise to Jesus for His provision? Knock! Keep knocking on someones front door, and eventually someone will open. But the real question is, are you desperate for what you seek? Do you really want it? If you give up in a week, that just goes to show how much faith you have. How much faith you have is however long you stand strong. Do you want to have a week's worth of faith and no more?&lt;br /&gt;The answer should be ABSOLUTELY NOT!&lt;br /&gt;I hope I wrote everything in order and everyone was able to understand it, cause I can be confusing when I write sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;God Bless!&lt;br /&gt;Nick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19247016-116119522684693007?l=llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/feeds/116119522684693007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19247016&amp;postID=116119522684693007' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/116119522684693007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/116119522684693007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/2006/10/pray-as-jesus-told-us-to.html' title='Pray as Jesus told us to'/><author><name>Silly Nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755663666488758612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19247016.post-115939520470529598</id><published>2006-09-27T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T15:13:24.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm leaving!!!!! Tomorrow!</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, I'm leaving for Ontario tomorrow! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be gone for this many days! *Holding five fingers up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you guys pray for a safe trip for myself and my gramparents during the flight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause that would be awsome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you guys!&lt;br /&gt;Bless you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicky-poo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19247016-115939520470529598?l=llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/feeds/115939520470529598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19247016&amp;postID=115939520470529598' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/115939520470529598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/115939520470529598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-leaving-tomorrow.html' title='I&apos;m leaving!!!!! Tomorrow!'/><author><name>Silly Nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755663666488758612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19247016.post-115929781329540162</id><published>2006-09-26T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T12:10:13.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess What!?!</title><content type='html'>Oh my gosh, guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on, guess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you guess? Huh huh huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright alright, I'll tell yah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driver's........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Test.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PASSED........!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! So excited! Soooooooooooooo excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can (operatic singing voice) DRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVE BY MYYYYYSEEELFF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Pentecostal two-step*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19247016-115929781329540162?l=llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/feeds/115929781329540162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19247016&amp;postID=115929781329540162' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/115929781329540162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/115929781329540162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/2006/09/guess-what.html' title='Guess What!?!'/><author><name>Silly Nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755663666488758612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19247016.post-115739719426163113</id><published>2006-09-04T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T12:13:16.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Since Forever's Last Greeting</title><content type='html'>Hey Peoples and lovers of the Lord Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;I haven't posted on my blog in forever, and I just thought I would say a few words to you all&lt;br /&gt;My summer was really great! Just got back from Kelowna about a week ago&lt;br /&gt;Kelowna was fun, I liked Kelowna!&lt;br /&gt;Me and Sam wached Pirates of the Carribean 2 for the third time up there, which was great&lt;br /&gt;And we all chilled and stuff, which was also great!&lt;br /&gt;Everything is so great!&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've talked long enough and I'm at a friends house now, so I should go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So remember these three things, a double quarter pounder at McDonalds is now called a Grease Slug with cheese, your circumstances  are only as bad as you make them in your mind, and God can deliver you from all bad situations, and even cleanse your arteries after eating Grease Slugs with cheese(which still taste pretty good I tell you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless from your brother in Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19247016-115739719426163113?l=llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/feeds/115739719426163113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19247016&amp;postID=115739719426163113' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/115739719426163113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/115739719426163113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/2006/09/hello-since-forevers-last-greeting.html' title='Hello Since Forever&apos;s Last Greeting'/><author><name>Silly Nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755663666488758612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19247016.post-115017498934970201</id><published>2006-06-12T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T22:03:09.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For the sake of a blog......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/1600/Yoda%20saying%20BRING%20IT%20ON.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/320/Yoda%20saying%20BRING%20IT%20ON.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't have much to say&lt;br /&gt;So is it alright with you all if I babble for a few minutes on whatever comes to mind in the next few minutes?&lt;br /&gt;Coo'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I got up this morning and my allergies decided to throw poo at me(not literally of course, I just thought it made great imagery)&lt;br /&gt;So that wasn't great. In fact, it was HORRIBLE! But I won't bog down your day with too much detail, other than my nose is raw and pink from blowing it so much. Seriosuly, I must have rubbed off about two layers of skin!&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was at a dance practice with like ten other people, and it was in a barn&lt;br /&gt;And just so you know, cause you might not, hay really does affect you if you get Hay Fever&lt;br /&gt;Yeah....so that was somewhat not great&lt;br /&gt;And it can make you cranky too, not that Nick can get cranky right?&lt;br /&gt;Whatever! Tell that to my poor family! Haha, but they still love me, right? Eh mom?&lt;br /&gt;Oooo! teehee! I just said "MOM"! Oh man, I can see my mom(teehee, there I go again), rolling her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Well, thanks for letting me babble and talk about nothing!&lt;br /&gt;LUVS IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and Blessings to you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your brother from another mother and father!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19247016-115017498934970201?l=llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/feeds/115017498934970201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19247016&amp;postID=115017498934970201' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/115017498934970201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/115017498934970201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/2006/06/for-sake-of-blog.html' title='For the sake of a blog......'/><author><name>Silly Nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755663666488758612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19247016.post-114865970840550118</id><published>2006-05-26T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T09:08:28.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Avalanche experience!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/1600/040_NL-02322_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/320/040_NL-02322_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOT WOOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally blogging about the Avalanche Conference!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*And the world cheered with fists raised on high!*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHUSH! I'm trying to talk now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*And the world went silent, eyes wide and ears poised to listen*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the first night, this pee-your-pants hilarious man named Steve Osmond spoke&lt;br /&gt;What did he speak about?&lt;br /&gt;GETTING SUSPICIOUS OF YOUR IMPOSSIBILITIES!&lt;br /&gt;In short, it means, what you thought was once impossible, probably isn't&lt;br /&gt;Just this little thing about there being a God who cares watching out for you ;-)&lt;br /&gt;And in the process of giving us this juicy information, he managed to make my stomach lose five pounds of extra skin by making me laugh SO HARD!&lt;br /&gt;There were eight hundred people plus change and I swear I was the loudest of all&lt;br /&gt;No seriously, I think I was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Stevey spoke the next morning on increasing our faith(wow, this is great! I'm remembering what was spoken!)&lt;br /&gt;The 6 points he gave on this were these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stretch Your Faith 101&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Grow in love and you will grow in faith&lt;br /&gt;2. Believe that God &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;likes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you! (He doesn't just love you!)&lt;br /&gt;3. Increase your life expectancy(not years your expected to live, but the quality of life you will live in the future)&lt;br /&gt;4. Create faith spaces&lt;br /&gt;5. Feed your faith with the faith filled wirds of God&lt;br /&gt;6. Frame your future with your words (ex. I want to be a sexy pop singer someday!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great stuff, eh? Yes, was joking about the sexy pop singer thing.....&lt;strong&gt;*wink*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Nolan Clark spoke that afternoon, but to be honest, I can't remember for the life of me what he said....woops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he spoke again for a bit, mostly during worship time because the people(including myself) were not pushing to worship with all our hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after that, this hilarious(and ultimately, in your face) English man named Phil Cann chatted intensely to everyone on, and I quote(with minor paraphrasing ;-), "HOW STINKING IMPORTANT IT IS YOU READ YOUR STINKING BIBLE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"BEING TIRED(still quoting with minor paraphrasing)ISN'T A VALID EXCUSE! WHO GIVES A FLYING MONKEY'S BUTT?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, love that line! I used to use it, but then stopped cause no one else was picking up on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, Phil Cann kicked our cans(haha, unfunny pun!) and really gave us something to fink about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have gone all that way and paid all that money just to hear what he had to say&lt;br /&gt;Plus, his shockingly blunt comments(delivered of course with a big ol English grin) on certain, ahem, "sophisticated" topics made me laugh...nervously....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the next day(this would be sunday!), Phil(yes, I don't even know the man and I'm on a first name basis with him) spoke at church, and then at a later workshop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, at another workshop, Darlene Unrau spoke on purity and relationships and stuff&lt;br /&gt;It was so funny!&lt;br /&gt;At the start of that workshop, her husband came up and was like,&lt;br /&gt;"Alright, stretch your hands out and we'll pray for her. But don't lay your hands on her, only I can do that(this he said with a grin and wink)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nolan spoke that night, and Ken(or is it Kevin?) Unrau, Darlen's husband, spoek the next day on friendships and how you become what you hang out with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the whole conference, worship was so good! IT was powerful! God's presence was like, wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we all went home! The traffic, believe it or not, was ridiculous, and it took about 5.5 hours to get home!&lt;br /&gt;But that's ok, the ride home was good times and I managed to only have to stop for a pee break three times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it! My Avalanche experience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and blessings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19247016-114865970840550118?l=llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/feeds/114865970840550118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19247016&amp;postID=114865970840550118' title='33 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/114865970840550118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/114865970840550118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/2006/05/avalanche-experience.html' title='Avalanche experience!'/><author><name>Silly Nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755663666488758612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19247016.post-114789893068618296</id><published>2006-05-17T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T13:48:50.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Da Vinci Code</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/1600/Da%20Da%20Vinci%20Code.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/320/Da%20Da%20Vinci%20Code.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just watching a clip on the interweb with the cast from the upcoming movie The Da Vinci Code, in which the topic on how many religious groups are saying that a disclaimer report should be at the beginning of the movie stating that &lt;em&gt;the following is a work of fiction, none of it is factual in any way. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one of the actors, Ian Mckellan, in response to that said that their should be a disclaimer report at the beginning of the Bible saying the same thing. He went on to say how much of a leap of faith it was to believe that a man walked on water, bluhbluhbluh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went back to my schoolwork, thinking about it. Then I heard Jesus say to me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nick, this movie doesn't make me angry. So many people are getting so upset over it, because they're worried it's going to disclaim my name."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped a moment to think about that. He then said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When my power starts rolling around, a movie is not going to stop anything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it! If Jesus isn't worried about the movie, neither will I!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, I blogged again! Haven't done that in a while!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless you all!&lt;br /&gt;Nick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19247016-114789893068618296?l=llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/feeds/114789893068618296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19247016&amp;postID=114789893068618296' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/114789893068618296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/114789893068618296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/2006/05/da-vinci-code.html' title='The Da Vinci Code'/><author><name>Silly Nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755663666488758612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19247016.post-114712114005354725</id><published>2006-05-08T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T13:45:40.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Origin of the Internet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/1600/Dont%20do%20that%20again.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/320/Dont%20do%20that%20again.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Subject: The origin of the internet&lt;br /&gt;You have oftened wondered? Now you know ------ The rest of the story&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In ancient Israel, it came to pass that a trader by the name of Abraham Com did take unto himself a young wife by the name of Dot. And Dot Com was a comely woman, broad of shoulder and long of leg. Indeed, she was named Amazon Dot Com.And she said unto Abraham, her husband, "Why dost thou travel far from town to town with thy goods when thou canst trade without ever leaving thy tent?"And Abraham did look at her as though she were several saddle bags short of a camel load, but simply said, "How, dear?" And Dot replied, "I will place drums in all the towns and drums in between to send messages saying what you have for sale and they will reply telling you which hath the best price. And the sale can be made on the drums and the goods can be delivered by Uriah's Pony Stable (UPS)."Abraham thought long and decided he would let Dot have her way with the drums. And the drums rang out and were a wondrous happening. Abraham sold all the goods he had at the top price, without ever moving from his tent.But this success did arouse envy. A man named Maccabia did secrete himself inside Abraham's drum and was accused of insider trading. And the young man did take to Dot Com's trading as doth the greedy horsefly take to camel dung. He was called a Nomadic Ecclesiastical Rich Dominant Siderite, or NERD for short.And lo, the land was so feverish with joy at the new riches and the deafening sound of drums that no one noticed that the real riches were going to the drum maker, one Brother William of Gates, who bought up every drum company in the land. And indeed did insist on making drums that would work only with Brother Gates' drumheads and drumsticks.And Dot did say, "Oh, Abraham, what we have started is being taken over by others."And as Abraham looked out over the Bay of Ezekiel, or as it came to be known "eBay" he said, "We need a name that reflects what we are."And Dot replied, "Young Ambitious Hebrew Owner Operators.""YAHOO," said Abraham.And that is how it all began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heeehee, that's funny&lt;br /&gt;Put a smile on my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19247016-114712114005354725?l=llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/feeds/114712114005354725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19247016&amp;postID=114712114005354725' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/114712114005354725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/114712114005354725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/2006/05/origin-of-internet.html' title='The Origin of the Internet'/><author><name>Silly Nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755663666488758612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19247016.post-114646242256328033</id><published>2006-04-30T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T22:47:02.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God and the Scientist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/1600/Agnates.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/320/Agnates.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God and the Scientist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is sitting in heaven when a scientist prays to Him, "God, we don't need you anymore. Science has finally figured out a way to create life out of nothing. In other words, we can now do what you did in the "beginning."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, is that so? Tell me" replies God.&lt;br /&gt;"Well," says the scientist, "we can take dirt and form it into the likeness of you and breathe life into it, thus creating man."&lt;br /&gt;"That's interesting" says God. "Show Me."&lt;br /&gt;So the scientist bends down to the earth &amp;amp; starts to mold the soil."No, no, no" interrupts God, "Get your own dirt."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19247016-114646242256328033?l=llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/feeds/114646242256328033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19247016&amp;postID=114646242256328033' title='36 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/114646242256328033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/114646242256328033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/2006/04/god-and-scientist_30.html' title='God and the Scientist'/><author><name>Silly Nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755663666488758612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19247016.post-114608168665708031</id><published>2006-04-26T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T13:01:26.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting thought.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/1600/communism.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/320/communism.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little thought...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how so many people are bashing the United States of America about oil conspiracies, possible close ties to Osama Bin Laden, and other claims of the like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how democratic parties and many many many people(including Canadians) express how much they hate the US government?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here's a thought, and whether you agree or not, it's true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn't for America, you, me, and every other person in North America and numerous countries around the globe would be speaking either Russian, Chinese, or Iranian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time people think they hate America, they should reflect on what the country has done in the past and present for THEM, and be appreciative of the men and women who watch our butts, as well as their own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19247016-114608168665708031?l=llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/feeds/114608168665708031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19247016&amp;postID=114608168665708031' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/114608168665708031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/114608168665708031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/2006/04/interesting-thought.html' title='Interesting thought.......'/><author><name>Silly Nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755663666488758612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19247016.post-114503036012530911</id><published>2006-04-14T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T08:59:20.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teehee, this is really funny!</title><content type='html'>The new pastor was visiting in the homes of his parishioners.&lt;br /&gt;At one house it seemed obvious that someone was at home, but no answer came to his repeated knocks at the door.&lt;br /&gt;He took out a card, wrote "Revelation 3:20" on the back and stuck it in the door.&lt;br /&gt;When the offering was processed the following Sunday, he found that his card had been returned.&lt;br /&gt;Added to it was this cryptic message, "Genesis 3:10."&lt;br /&gt;Reaching for his Bible to check out the citation, he broke up in gales of laughter.&lt;br /&gt;Revelation 3:20 begins; "Behold, I stand at the door and knock."&lt;br /&gt;Genesis 3:10 reads; "I heard your voice in the garden and I was afraid, forI was naked."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19247016-114503036012530911?l=llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/feeds/114503036012530911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19247016&amp;postID=114503036012530911' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/114503036012530911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/114503036012530911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/2006/04/teehee-this-is-really-funny.html' title='Teehee, this is really funny!'/><author><name>Silly Nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755663666488758612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19247016.post-114481969119956016</id><published>2006-04-11T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T22:28:11.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics of ME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;These are my three fave pics from theatre&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/1600/homeschool%204%20016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/320/homeschool%204%20016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/1600/homeschool%204%20018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/320/homeschool%204%20018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/1600/My%20favourite!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/320/My%20favourite%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I know, it's bright. I can't help it though, the hotness is blasting off of me&lt;br /&gt;Teehee! That was a joke.&lt;br /&gt;God bless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19247016-114481969119956016?l=llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/feeds/114481969119956016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19247016&amp;postID=114481969119956016' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/114481969119956016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/114481969119956016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/2006/04/pics-of-me.html' title='Pics of ME!'/><author><name>Silly Nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755663666488758612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19247016.post-114426231764118645</id><published>2006-04-05T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T11:38:37.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Song!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/1600/Jesus%20carrying%20cross.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/320/Jesus%20carrying%20cross.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning my friends!&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;I was just reading the lyrics for the song "For Miles" by the band Thrice, and they got some good things to sing about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to hear some of their other stuff, go to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.purevolume.com/thrice"&gt;http://www.purevolume.com/thrice&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For Miles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know one day, our scars will disappear, like the stars at dawn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and all of our pain, will fade away when morning comes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and on that day when we look backwards we will see, that everything is changed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and all of our trials, will be as milestones on the way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and as long as we live, every scar is a bridge to someone's broken heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and there's no greater love, than that one would shed his blood for his friends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;on that day all of our scales will swing to set all the wrongs to right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;all our tears, and all of our fears will take to flight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but until then, all of our scars will still remain, but we've elarned that if we'll &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;open the wounds and share them then soon they start to heal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(as long as we live, we are bridges to someone's broken heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there's no greater love, shed your blood for your friends)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we must see that every scar is a bridge, and as long as we live&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we must open up these wounds&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when someone stands in your shoes and will shed his own blood&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there's no greater love, we must open up our wounds&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19247016-114426231764118645?l=llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/feeds/114426231764118645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19247016&amp;postID=114426231764118645' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/114426231764118645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/114426231764118645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/2006/04/great-song.html' title='Great Song!'/><author><name>Silly Nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755663666488758612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19247016.post-114394044524841314</id><published>2006-04-01T17:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T17:14:05.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just some random pics of ME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Here be some random pics of me....mostly posing.....and looking like a...well....poser.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/1600/Me%20scary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/320/Me%20scary.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;                                         So angry! I want to tear someone apart!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/1600/Also%20me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/320/Also%20me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                           &lt;strong&gt;It's right there! Can't you see it? Right...there!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/1600/Hmmmmmmm,%20mmmmm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/320/Hmmmmmmm%2C%20mmmmm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                            &lt;strong&gt;This is me trying to look hot.............&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/1600/Me%20doing%20I%20don"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/320/Me%20doing%20I%20don%27t%20know%20what.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                           &lt;strong&gt;I look either confused or I just noticed you have a zit right....THERE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/1600/me%20oooooooooo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/320/me%20oooooooooo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                           &lt;strong&gt;Halt! Now let me glare and put at you!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19247016-114394044524841314?l=llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/feeds/114394044524841314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19247016&amp;postID=114394044524841314' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/114394044524841314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/114394044524841314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/2006/04/just-some-random-pics-of-me.html' title='Just some random pics of ME!'/><author><name>Silly Nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755663666488758612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19247016.post-114366881883220766</id><published>2006-03-29T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T13:47:04.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just to warn you....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/1600/ouch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/320/ouch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty then, I was just checking out the website for the religion of Scientology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and gents, this is one wierd corroded piece of crap, to quote Napoleon Dynamite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all agree that love is the ultimate power in the universe, cause love comes from God and God is love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scientology teaches people to better their own existences, to search out means on how they can improve their own lives. It is not love, but selfish desire that people flock to Scientology for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a first glance, our selfish wants seem much more desirable because, before we decided to accept Jesus' sacrifice and salvation, we wanted nothing more than to qualm our desires&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scientology twells you you can do that, AND be involved in a religion that grants it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanna know what Scientology's story is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started billions of years ago when the evil space tyrant Xenu found a backwater planet called Teegeeack(also known as Earth), and planted billions of people around the planet's volcanoes where, for 36 days, he implanted lies to humanity that God, Jesus, and the Devil are real, when in "reality," God, Jesus, and Satan don't even exist(according to Scientology).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats more, Scientologists have nothing to do with psychiatric care or medicinal drugs, because, long ago, aliens came to earth and placed brainwashing substances into these in an attempt to enslave humanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, they actually believe this stuff! Crazy, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after all that, we come to my point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Scientologists are so open and public about this religion which is over the top insanity, WHY THE HECK ARE THE MAJORITY OF US AS FOLLOWERS OF JESUS CHRIST SO ASHAMED OR SILENT ABOUT OUR BELIEFS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We as Christians need to be just a lot more confident in who we are in Christ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you that want to find more about this rising religion(which I believe will become quite huge and attempt to overtake Christianity), the official website for the church of Scientiology is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.scientology.org"&gt;www.scientology.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want you to notice as well if you check the site out how they pervert and distort and use the symbol of the cross which Jesus died upon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, this religion isn't just going to pass. It's going to become bigger and bigger. We need to stand for our God and defeat this. This is a blatant attack by Satan himself, in an attempt to overcome humanity with some made up religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To defeat your enemy, you must first learn about his ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there you have it, my blog for the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless you all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ps. And by the way, the picture has nothing to do with the post. I just thought it was funny&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Teehee!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19247016-114366881883220766?l=llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/feeds/114366881883220766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19247016&amp;postID=114366881883220766' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/114366881883220766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/114366881883220766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/2006/03/just-to-warn-you.html' title='Just to warn you....'/><author><name>Silly Nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755663666488758612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19247016.post-114318463153703344</id><published>2006-03-23T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T23:17:11.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>KArazy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/1600/Candle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/320/Candle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a monk who lived in a cave not far from some town. One day, the people of the town sent up a prostitute to the monk's cave. Upon her arrival, she banged on the door and called to him.&lt;br /&gt;"Let me in! There are wolves and other vicious creatures who are trying to get me."&lt;br /&gt;The monk heard her, and immediately his heart started burning with lust and desire. But he didn't want to leave her out in the night, so he let her in and locked himself in his room, away from her. It wasn't long before she came knocking on his bedroom door, calling to him.&lt;br /&gt;"Please, could you let me in? I'm lonely and need to be close to someone."&lt;br /&gt;Again the monk's heart burned with lust and desire. When he opened the door, he held a candle in his hand, and his other hand was hovering over the flame.&lt;br /&gt;The next day, when someone came to visit, they found the prostitute passed out on the floor, and the monk's fingers burned off.&lt;br /&gt;"What did you do to her?" the man cried to the monk.&lt;br /&gt;Smiling grimly, the monk replied, "Oh, she only watched me burn my fingers off because I refused to give in to my desires."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KArazy I say! That monk was more willing to burn his fingers off rather than sin and then just say, "Oh the Lord will forgive me when I repent in the morning."&lt;br /&gt;He decided he wasn't going to sin then slip on grace juice. HE BURNT HIS STINKING FINGERS OFF! That sets a whole new standard to how seriously we're supposed to take sin, and how much we are to hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, you all have a good night!&lt;br /&gt;God Bless,&lt;br /&gt;Nick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19247016-114318463153703344?l=llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/feeds/114318463153703344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19247016&amp;postID=114318463153703344' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/114318463153703344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/114318463153703344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/2006/03/karazy.html' title='KArazy!'/><author><name>Silly Nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755663666488758612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19247016.post-114289033863113140</id><published>2006-03-20T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T13:32:18.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear not death from the skies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/1600/Birds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/320/Birds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think within the last five months, a prophecy was prophesied about the bird flu's arrival in Canada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It said stuff about how people were scared about this epidemic and how it will be disastrous to our nation, bluhbluhbluhbluh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it goes on to say that we as Christians should look forward to the moment Canada is hit by the bird flu, because it will bring mass revival as we, the Saints of God, initiate massive healing to those afflicted. Many people will come to Christ because of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought that was pretty cool, and I thought I would share that with you lads and lasses to encourage you all to continue seeking God's presence in your lives as these next months arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New things are being born. Allow the Spirit to battle your flesh so you do not become overcome(Galatians 5:16-18), and do not look to what you have cast aside for the sake of your soul. For the dogs go back to their vomit(Proverbs 26:11). Keep your eyes straight ahead towards the goal, and you will not falter. But for those who have faltered, and will falter sometime in the future, there is no amount of screw ups you can accomplish that will keep you from the loving hands of God. Fight the good fight, and remember that your God is more real than what you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, don't know where that came from, but whatever! It's all good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless, or as Sam likes to say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TrIPLE GOD BLESS ATTACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19247016-114289033863113140?l=llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/feeds/114289033863113140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19247016&amp;postID=114289033863113140' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/114289033863113140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/114289033863113140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/2006/03/fear-not-death-from-skies.html' title='Fear not death from the skies!'/><author><name>Silly Nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755663666488758612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19247016.post-114238065193946767</id><published>2006-03-14T15:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T15:57:31.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AUUGHH! MY HEAD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/1600/Dude%20and%20alien.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/320/Dude%20and%20alien.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAn, I woke up this morning and felt like that alien in the picture was squeezing my head in its mouth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe not that bad, but you get the point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my face looked something like that guy about to be dragged away by the alien when I tried to stand for the first time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, I get up and I'm like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom, my head hurts."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to the clinic, and the doctor directed us to a lab where I got to have a couple of tests run on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such as the extraction of blood from my arm for the purposes of checking it for alien tissues....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean....uhhh.....sickness's or whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was Vin Diesel, I would have rejected the needle and asked for a handgun and a bucket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they could have all the blood they wanted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teehee! *covering mouth and giggling like a little girl*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so here I am, tapping away on my computer so you people can hear about how I'm feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe. I would love prayer, cause prayer rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even more prayer so that no one else around me gets it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't want the alien spores to latch on to them everytime I exhale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean....you wouldn't want my flu or whatever to spread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19247016-114238065193946767?l=llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/feeds/114238065193946767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19247016&amp;postID=114238065193946767' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/114238065193946767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/114238065193946767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/2006/03/auughh-my-head.html' title='AUUGHH! MY HEAD!'/><author><name>Silly Nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755663666488758612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19247016.post-114192669398853906</id><published>2006-03-09T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T09:51:34.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH MY GOSH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/1600/Wintery%20Sunset.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/320/Wintery%20Sunset.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lads and lasses,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and germs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jupiter and Venus dwellers(huh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grass eaters and monkeys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S SNOWING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just sitting here at my computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I hear my sister screaming from the bottom of the stairs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"IT'S SNOWING," she said. "Really hard!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leapt out of my chair, peeked out the window, and sure enough......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS SNOWING LIKE IT SHOULD HAVE IN DECEMBER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like, stunned! And the snow is still coming down! It's beautiful! Oh crap, I hope that it doesn't keep us from going to youth tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause then the niceness of the snow would become the terribleness of the snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, yeah. That's all I have to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19247016-114192669398853906?l=llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/feeds/114192669398853906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19247016&amp;postID=114192669398853906' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/114192669398853906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/114192669398853906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/2006/03/oh-my-gosh.html' title='OH MY GOSH!'/><author><name>Silly Nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755663666488758612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19247016.post-114167874383628904</id><published>2006-03-06T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T12:59:04.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is positive</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/1600/Joaquin%20Phoenix%20as%20Cash.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/320/Joaquin%20Phoenix%20as%20Cash.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;The Positive Side of Life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living on Earth is expensive, but it does include a free trip around the world once a year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long a minute is depends on what side of the bahtroom your on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthdays are good for you. The more you have, the longer you live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness comes from doors you never new you left open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever notice that the people who are late are often much jollier than the ones having to wait for him or her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us go to our grave with our music still inside of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Walmart is lowering their prices everyday, why is nothing free yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be only one person in this world, but you could be the world to one person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some mistakes are too much fun to make only once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A truly happy person is one who can enjoy the scenery on a detour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Those are so good, I like them with much likingness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I liked them before you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I liked them so much, you hate them in comparison!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;*giggle*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;God Bless,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19247016-114167874383628904?l=llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/feeds/114167874383628904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19247016&amp;postID=114167874383628904' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/114167874383628904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/114167874383628904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/2006/03/life-is-positive.html' title='Life is positive'/><author><name>Silly Nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755663666488758612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19247016.post-114151024771840196</id><published>2006-03-04T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T14:10:47.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm III: Revelations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/1600/Neo%20and%20lots%20of%20Agents.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/320/Neo%20and%20lots%20of%20Agents.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, how they have increased who trouble me!&lt;br /&gt;Many are they who say of me, "There is no help for him in God."&lt;br /&gt;But You, O Lord, are a shield for me, my glory and the One who lifts up my head.&lt;br /&gt;I cried to the Lord with my voice, and He heard me from His holy hill.&lt;br /&gt;I lay down and slept; I awoke, for the Lord sustained me.&lt;br /&gt;I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people who have set themselves against me all around.&lt;br /&gt;Arise, O Lord; Save me, O my God!&lt;br /&gt;For You have struck all my enemies on the cheekbone; You have broken the teeth of the ungodly.&lt;br /&gt;Salvation belongs to the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;Your blessing is upon you people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psalm III&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19247016-114151024771840196?l=llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/feeds/114151024771840196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19247016&amp;postID=114151024771840196' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/114151024771840196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/114151024771840196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/2006/03/psalm-iii-revelations.html' title='Psalm III: Revelations'/><author><name>Silly Nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755663666488758612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19247016.post-114123479250279899</id><published>2006-03-01T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T09:39:52.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW COMPUTER!</title><content type='html'>YAH BABY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a NEW COMPUTER FOR MY ROOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad came in the other day and asked if I wanted to put three hundred dollars up front and get a computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I WAS LIKE OH YAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a Pentium 4, and all that good stuff&lt;br /&gt;Ijust need to update the video card and get more RAM&lt;br /&gt;SO EXCITED!&lt;br /&gt;Oooo! It also came with a 19-inch Flatscreen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO COOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19247016-114123479250279899?l=llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/feeds/114123479250279899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19247016&amp;postID=114123479250279899' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/114123479250279899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/114123479250279899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/2006/03/new-computer.html' title='NEW COMPUTER!'/><author><name>Silly Nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755663666488758612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19247016.post-114106346152512385</id><published>2006-02-27T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T10:04:21.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiderman III Poster</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;                                                           Spiderman III poster&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/1600/Spiderman%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/320/Spiderman%203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;strong&gt;                        YAY! Looks awsome! Comes out May 7th in 2007 I think&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19247016-114106346152512385?l=llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/feeds/114106346152512385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19247016&amp;postID=114106346152512385' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/114106346152512385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/114106346152512385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/2006/02/spiderman-iii-poster.html' title='Spiderman III Poster'/><author><name>Silly Nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755663666488758612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19247016.post-114100521650831449</id><published>2006-02-26T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T17:53:36.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pink Panther</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/1600/Insp.%20Clouseau.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/320/Insp.%20Clouseau.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh man oh man oh man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pink Panther was SOOO FUNNY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was laughing so hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone with me probably thought I was having convulsions or something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*giggle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh yes, I've had my daily dosage of laughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to watch the others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen The Pink Panther Strikes Again, now I have to see Revenge of the Pink Panther&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the other ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, so good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless,&lt;br /&gt;Nick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19247016-114100521650831449?l=llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/feeds/114100521650831449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19247016&amp;postID=114100521650831449' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/114100521650831449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/114100521650831449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/2006/02/pink-panther.html' title='The Pink Panther'/><author><name>Silly Nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755663666488758612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19247016.post-114082105143002701</id><published>2006-02-24T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T14:44:11.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you know about Iraq?</title><content type='html'>More interesting interests from my Gramma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you know about Iraq ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The garden of Eden was in Iraq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Mesopotamia, which is now Iraq, was the cradle of civilization!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Noah built the ark in Iraq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The Tower of Babel was in Iraq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Abraham was from Ur, which is in Southern Iraq !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Isaac's wife Rebekah is from Nahor, which is in Iraq !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Jacob met Rachel in Iraq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Jonah preached in Nineveh - which is in Iraq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Assyria, which is in Iraq, conquered the ten tribes of Israel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Amos cried out in Iraq !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Babylon, which is in Iraq, destroyed Jerusalem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Daniel was in the lion's den in Iraq !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. The three Hebrew children were in the fire in Iraq (Jesus had been in Iraq also as the fourth person in the fiery furnace!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Belshazzar, the King of Babylon saw the "writing on the wall" in Iraq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Nebuchadnezzar, King of Babylon, carried the Jews captive into Iraq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Ezekiel preached in Iraq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. The wise men were from Iraq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Peter preached in Iraq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. The "Empire of Man" described in Revelation is called Babylon, which was a city in Iraq !And you have probably seen this one. Israel is the nation most often mentioned in the Bible. But do you know which nation is second? It is Iraq! However, that is not the name that is used in the Bible. The names used in the Bible are Babylon, Land of Shinar, and Mesopotamia. The word Mesopotamia means between the two rivers, more exactly between the Tigris and Euphrates Rivers. The name Iraq, means country with deep roots.Indeed Iraq is a country with deep roots and is a very significant country in the Bible.No other nation, except Israel, has more history and prophecy associated it than Iraq.And also... This is something to think about! Since America is typically represented by an eagle. Saddam should have read up on his Muslim passages...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following verse is from the Koran, (the Islamic Bible)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koran ( 9:11 ) - For it is written that a son of Arabia would awaken a fearsome Eagle. The wrath of the Eagle would be felt throughout the lands of Allah and lo, while some of the people trembled in despair still more rejoiced; for the wrath of the Eagle cleansed the lands of Allah; and there was peace.( Note the verse number! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very very interesting indeed I say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, for some reason my blog won't post any pictures anymore. If anybody has an idea as to perhaps why this would be happening, do tell. please. Before I go INSANE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I won't really go insane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless,&lt;br /&gt;Nick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19247016-114082105143002701?l=llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/feeds/114082105143002701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19247016&amp;postID=114082105143002701' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/114082105143002701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/114082105143002701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-do-you-know-about-iraq.html' title='What do you know about Iraq?'/><author><name>Silly Nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755663666488758612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19247016.post-114046470001212841</id><published>2006-02-20T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T11:45:08.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Words of Wisdom!</title><content type='html'>More Words of Wisdom from my Gramma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prescribed by the Greatest Physician:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. God wants spiritual fruit, not religious nuts.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Dear God, I have a problem. It's me!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Growing old is inevitable.....growing UP is optional!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. There is no key to happiness. The door is always open&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Silence is often misinterpreted, but never misquoted&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Do the math; count your blessings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Faith is the ability not to panic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Laugh everyday. It's like inner jogging&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. If you worry, you didn't pray. If you pray, don't worry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. As a child of God, prayer is kind of like calling home everyday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Blessed are the flexible, for they shall not be bent out of shape&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. The most important things in the house are the people&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. When we get tangled up in our problems be still. The reason? God wants to untie our knots for us.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. A grudge is a heavy thing to carry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. He who dies with the most toys is still dead&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless,&lt;br /&gt;Nick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19247016-114046470001212841?l=llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/feeds/114046470001212841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19247016&amp;postID=114046470001212841' title='33 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/114046470001212841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/114046470001212841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/2006/02/more-words-of-wisdom.html' title='More Words of Wisdom!'/><author><name>Silly Nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755663666488758612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19247016.post-114029416401002221</id><published>2006-02-18T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T12:22:47.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My refuge, my strength, my guide, my fortress!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/1600/Riddick%20jumping%20from%20fire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/320/Riddick%20jumping%20from%20fire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/1600/THE%20END%20IS%20NEAR!.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is from Psalms 91&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt; He who dwells in the secret place of the Most Migh shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt; I will say of the Lord, "He is my refuge and my fortress; My God, in Him I will trust."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt; Surely He will deliver you from the snare of the fowler and from the perilous pestilence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt; He shall cover you with His feathers, and under His wings you shall take refuge; His truth shall be your shield and buckler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5&lt;/strong&gt; You shall not be afraid of the terror by night, nor of the arrow that flies by day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6 &lt;/strong&gt;Nor of the pestilence that that walks in the darkness, nor of the destruction that lays waste at noonday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 &lt;/strong&gt;A thousand may fall at your side, and ten thousand at your right hand; But it shall NOT come near you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8&lt;/strong&gt; Only with your eyes shall you look, and see the reward of the wicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9&lt;/strong&gt; Because you have made the Lord, who is my refuge, even the Most High, your dwelling place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10&lt;/strong&gt; No evil shall befall you, nor shall any plague come near your dwelling;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11&lt;/strong&gt; For He SHALL give His angels charge over you, to keep you in all your ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12&lt;/strong&gt; In their hands they shall bear you up, lest you dash your foot against a stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13&lt;/strong&gt; You shall tread upon the lion and the cobra, the young lion and the serpent you shall trample underfoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14&lt;/strong&gt; Because He has set His love upon Me(God), therefore I will deliver him; I will set him on high, because he has known My name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15&lt;/strong&gt; He shall call upon Me(God), and I WILL answer him. I WILL be with him on trouble; I WILL deliver him and honor him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16&lt;/strong&gt; With long life I will satisfy him, and show him my salvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I love that verse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there was only one verse I needed for reassurance of God's love and protection over me, this is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord calls Himself a refuge and fortress in which we may seek shelter in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When temptation comes, hide in the refuge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the armies of lies, hate, deceit, lust, anger, uncleanliness, etc etc, come to defeat you, RUN TO THE FORTRESS! For instance with Joseph from the Bible; when Potiphar's wife tempted Joseph to sin with her, he RAN from temptation. When fear's cold clammy hands kept trying to get a grip on David's mind, he called out to the Lord and ran to the fortress, the refuge, of safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God says, that though a thousand may fall at your side, and ten thousand at your right hand, you will NOT BE HARMED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to picture those words with this illustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are with a large group of, say, thirty of the strongest, toughest men and women. You are walking through a dark forest, with trees that glare at you with lifeless eyes of black, and a moon in the night sky who's unblinking pupils never stop watching you. Then suddenly, winged creatures of ghastly description swoop out of the sky, snatching people up into the air; headed to certain death. Giants wormlike beasts break through the ground, wrap their writhing bodies around victims, then pulling them into the depths of dirt. You watch in horror as these brave, strong men and women panic, screaming for their lives. But unlike these men and women, you know who your God is. You see the end of the forest, only thurty yards away. And you walk towards it, thanking God for protection and grace over you. Someone next to you gets grabbed by a flying creature, and three others to your left get pulled under by a worm. But you stand strong in who your God is. And you make it out alive and well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I realize that that exact situation, or any other similiar situation, will most likely never happen to any of you; but that illustration, I believe, can be used in any situation where you feel like, because others are failing, falling, losing it, etc, you don't need to, because you just look to God with a smile on your face, arms stretched to Heaven. Actually, now that I think about it, that situation is quite relevant! If your caught in the middle of a tsunami, tornado, earthquake, or any other natural calamity and disaster, this verse applies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excellent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, just thought I would share that with you men and women of God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless,&lt;br /&gt;Nick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19247016-114029416401002221?l=llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/feeds/114029416401002221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19247016&amp;postID=114029416401002221' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/114029416401002221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/114029416401002221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-refuge-my-strength-my-guide-my.html' title='My refuge, my strength, my guide, my fortress!'/><author><name>Silly Nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755663666488758612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19247016.post-114007104355818049</id><published>2006-02-15T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T22:24:03.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Firewall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/1600/Firewall%20Harry%20and%20Paul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/320/Firewall%20Harry%20and%20Paul.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from watching Firewall not too long ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty much awsome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't spoil anything, but it was really cool when..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then when this dude..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then when that dude....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then when the main character..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the bad guy..............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, pretty much awsome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to bed soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless,&lt;br /&gt;Nick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19247016-114007104355818049?l=llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/feeds/114007104355818049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19247016&amp;postID=114007104355818049' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/114007104355818049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/114007104355818049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/2006/02/firewall_15.html' title='Firewall'/><author><name>Silly Nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755663666488758612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19247016.post-113978780148892952</id><published>2006-02-12T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T15:43:21.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Atheist and a Bear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/1600/Angry%20bear%20with%20large%20teeth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/320/Angry%20bear%20with%20large%20teeth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another joke I found. God Bless,&lt;br /&gt;Nick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An Atheist and a Bear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An atheist was taking a walk through the woods, admiring all that evolution had created.&lt;br /&gt;"What majestic trees! What powerful rivers! What beautiful animals!", he said to himself. As he was walking along the river, he heard a rustling in the bushes behind him. When he turned to see what the cause was, he saw a 7-foot grizzly charging right towards him. He ran as fast as he could. He looked over his shoulder and saw that the bear was closing, He ran even faster, crying in fear. He looked over his shoulder again, and the bear was even closer. His heart was pounding and he tried to run even faster. He tripped and fell on the ground. He rolled over to pick himself up, but saw the bear right on top of him, reaching for him with his left paw and raising his right paw to strike him.&lt;br /&gt;At that moment, the Atheist cried out "Oh my God!...." Time stopped. The bear froze. The forest was silent. Even the river stopped moving.&lt;br /&gt;As a bright light shone upon the man, a voice came out of the sky, "You deny my existence for all of these years; teach others I don''t exist; and even credit creation to a cosmic accident. Do you expect me to help you out of this predicament? Am I to count you as a believer?"&lt;br /&gt;The atheist looked directly into the light "It would be hypocritical of me to suddenly ask You to treat me as Christian now, but perhaps could you make the bear a Christian?" "Very well," said the voice.&lt;br /&gt;The light went out. The river ran again. And the sounds of the forest resumed.&lt;br /&gt;And then the bear dropped his right paw ..... brought both paws together...bowed his head and spoke:&lt;br /&gt;"Lord, for this food which I am about to receive, I am truly thankful."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19247016-113978780148892952?l=llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/feeds/113978780148892952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19247016&amp;postID=113978780148892952' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/113978780148892952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/113978780148892952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/2006/02/atheist-and-bear.html' title='An Atheist and a Bear'/><author><name>Silly Nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755663666488758612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19247016.post-113968127084490337</id><published>2006-02-11T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T10:07:50.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sista wrote dis poem!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/1600/al_qaedas_navy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/320/al_qaedas_navy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister wrote this poem and I thought it was just that awsome!&lt;br /&gt;So I thought I'd share it with you children!&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once I was looking down at my shoe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And then I saw some sticky goo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And then I got a sliver&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And then my liver turned into a river&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless,&lt;br /&gt;Nick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19247016-113968127084490337?l=llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/feeds/113968127084490337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19247016&amp;postID=113968127084490337' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/113968127084490337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/113968127084490337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-sista-wrote-dis-poem.html' title='My Sista wrote dis poem!'/><author><name>Silly Nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755663666488758612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19247016.post-113951102849775200</id><published>2006-02-09T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T10:50:28.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Even more bouts of Useless information!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/1600/Mr%20Barry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/320/Mr%20Barry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My dear Gramma sent me more lists of useless information&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And being that I'm just that nice, I'll share it with you all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Wink*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, and the picture of Mr. Davison has nothing to do with the post, I just thought it was really funny. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Most Excellent!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Money isn't made out of paper, it's made out of cotton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The Declaration of Independence was written on hemp paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The dot over the letter i is called a "tittle".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A raisin dropped in a glass of fresh champagne will bounce up and down continuously from the bottom of the glass to the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Susan Lucci is the daughter of Phyllis Diller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. 40% of McDonald's profits come from the sales of Happy Meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. 315 entries in Webster's 1996 Dictionary were misspelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The 'spot' on 7UP comes from its inventor, who had red eyes. He was an Albino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. On average, 12 newborns will be given to the wrong parents, daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Warren Beatty and Shirley MacLaine are brother and sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Chocolate affects a dog's heart and nervous system; a few ounces will kill a small sized dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Orcas (killer whales) kill sharks by torpedoing up into the shark's stomach from underneath, causing the shark to explode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Most lipstick contains fish scales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Donald Duck comics were banned from Finland because he doesn't wear pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Ketchup was sold in the 1830s as medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Upper and lower case letters are named 'upper' and 'l ower' because in the time when all original print had to be set in individual letters, the 'upper case' letters were stored in the case on top of the case that stored the smaller, 'lower case' letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Leonardo da Vinci could write with one hand and draw with the other at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Because metal was scarce, the Oscars given out during World War II were made of wood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. There are no clocks in Las Vegas gambling casinos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. The name Wendy was made up for the book Peter Pan; there was never a recorded Wendy before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. There are no words in the dictionary that rhyme with: orange, purple, and silver!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Leonardo Da Vinci invented scissors. Also, it took him 10 years to paint Mona Lisa's lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. A tiny amount of liquor on a scorpion will make it instantly go mad and sting itself to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. The mask used by Michael Myers in the original "Halloween" was a Captain Kirk mask painted white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. If you have three quarters, four dimes, and four pennies, you have $1.19. You also have the largest amount of money in coins without being able to make change for a dollar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. By raising your legs slowly and lying on your back, you can't sink in quicksand (and you thought this list was completely useless).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. The phrase "rule of thumb" is derived from an old English law, which stated that you couldn't beat your wife with anything wider than your thumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. The first product Motorola started to develop was a record player for automobiles. At that time, the most known player on the market was the Victrola, so they called themselves Motorola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29 . Celery has negative calories! It takes more calories to eat a piece of celery than the celery has in it to begin with. It's the same with apples!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Chewing gum while peeling onions will keep you from crying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. The glue on Israeli postage stamps is certified kosher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Guinness Book of Records holds the record for being the book most often stolen from Public Libraries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Astronauts are not allowed to eat beans before they go into space because passing wind in a space suit damages it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, oh my! So funny! Hope you all enjoyed this one! God Bless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19247016-113951102849775200?l=llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/feeds/113951102849775200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19247016&amp;postID=113951102849775200' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/113951102849775200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/113951102849775200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/2006/02/even-more-bouts-of-useless-information.html' title='Even more bouts of Useless information!'/><author><name>Silly Nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755663666488758612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19247016.post-113933611693241643</id><published>2006-02-07T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T10:15:16.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 3: Dike Photo shoot: Da rest of da gang!</title><content type='html'>More pictures! From that same photo shoot. BRING IT ON! God Bless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/1600/Sheldon"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/320/Sheldon%27s%20a%20looker%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey ladies, he's sweet, he's gentle, he's kind, he's pretty darn good looking, he's SINGLE! IT's Sheldon!&lt;br /&gt;                            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/1600/rainy%20day.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/320/rainy%20day.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                You mean it's not raining? *giggle* Put me on the cover of Vanity Fair! Haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/1600/Ben%20and%20umbrella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/320/Ben%20and%20umbrella.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                 Is Ben smiling, or is it gas?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/1600/Jer%20looking%20very%20becoming.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/320/Jer%20looking%20very%20becoming.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;       Jer's doggy puppy face. What a model! I'll let him be on page two of Vanity Fair. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19247016-113933611693241643?l=llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/feeds/113933611693241643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19247016&amp;postID=113933611693241643' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/113933611693241643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/113933611693241643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/2006/02/part-3-dike-photo-shoot-da-rest-of-da.html' title='Part 3: Dike Photo shoot: Da rest of da gang!'/><author><name>Silly Nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755663666488758612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19247016.post-113928042607185756</id><published>2006-02-06T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T18:47:06.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 2 of Dike Photo Shoot</title><content type='html'>Greetings children!&lt;br /&gt;Here are more pictures for you from dat same Photo shootout. Below this post are more, if you haven't seen them yet. God Bless,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/1600/Turtle.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/320/Turtle.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                      Am I not turtley enough for the turtle club? TURTLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/1600/Looser%20pointing%20at%20queer%20bird.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/320/Looser%20pointing%20at%20queer%20bird.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                       Me looking rather, uhhh, stupid. And pointing at a bird.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/1600/Sexy%20beasts.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/320/Sexy%20beasts.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             IT'S RAINING MEN! HAHA! Ahem *nervous cough*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/1600/Windy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/320/Windy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             The wind! It's too strong! Can't....hold...on....much longer!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/1600/deadly%20hunter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/320/deadly%20hunter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                  Pro Hunter. Hey, the umbrella kinda does look like a rifle!&lt;br /&gt;                                          &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19247016-113928042607185756?l=llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/feeds/113928042607185756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19247016&amp;postID=113928042607185756' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/113928042607185756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/113928042607185756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/2006/02/part-2-of-dike-photo-shoot.html' title='Part 2 of Dike Photo Shoot'/><author><name>Silly Nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755663666488758612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19247016.post-113926889546332228</id><published>2006-02-06T15:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T15:34:55.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 1 of Photo Shoot at Dike</title><content type='html'>Here are some of the pictures that me, Jer, Ben, and Sheldon took when we went to the dikes a couple weeks ago. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/1600/Drawing%20the%20line.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/320/Drawing%20the%20line.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                        This is where I draw the line!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/1600/Killing%20sheldon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/320/Killing%20sheldon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                   Me killing Sheldon with an Umbrella!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/1600/Hot%20shots!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/320/Hot%20shots%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                Wow, what a bunch of good lookers! Hey, who's the freak on the left?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/1600/goofs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/320/goofs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                              Ready, Aim, FIRE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/1600/Falling.....jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/320/Falling.....jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                        Nick and Jer realizing that not everyone can be like Mary Poppins&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                    I'm going to post more later, so BE PREPARED ALL YE MONKEYS!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God Bless,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19247016-113926889546332228?l=llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/feeds/113926889546332228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19247016&amp;postID=113926889546332228' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/113926889546332228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/113926889546332228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/2006/02/part-1-of-photo-shoot-at-dike.html' title='Part 1 of Photo Shoot at Dike'/><author><name>Silly Nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755663666488758612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19247016.post-113918804983180825</id><published>2006-02-05T17:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T17:07:29.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Prepare Chicken....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/1600/Chicken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/320/Chicken.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little bored, so I thought I would post a joke. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How To Prepare Chicken...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A waiter asks a man, “May I take your order, sir?” “Yes,” the man replies. “I’m just wondering, exactly how do you prepare your chickens?”&lt;br /&gt;“Nothing special, sir. We just tell them straight out that they’re going to die.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19247016-113918804983180825?l=llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/feeds/113918804983180825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19247016&amp;postID=113918804983180825' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/113918804983180825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/113918804983180825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/2006/02/how-to-prepare-chicken.html' title='How to Prepare Chicken....'/><author><name>Silly Nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755663666488758612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19247016.post-113907791102731438</id><published>2006-02-04T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T10:31:51.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you Daddy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/1600/heart%20on%20beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/320/heart%20on%20beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning God told me to put on one of my soaking cds, cause He's got something for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I popped in Sacred Fire(the intrumental cd we listened to at Attack for a while)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just lay there, and the Holy Spirit came like liquid peace and love, loving on me like a Father to a son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had a flash image from God, and I saw myself picking up a newborn baby out of his crib&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just holding him, watching him lovingly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before I could get to confused as to why I was having a vision of myself holding a baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized(whether by divine nature or just my super smarts, wink wink)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That that was me holding my baby(when I get married and have kids and all that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Lord said that that was how he felt when we allow Him to hold us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we allow Him to just carry us in His arms and do what babies do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in the embrace of Daddy's arms with wholeheartedness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And immediately, I felt like an infant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Innocent and carefree; lying in the palm of my Father's hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, just thought I'd share that with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I must go, because the lights in my hosue are starting to flicker and I think the power is going to go out soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless you all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19247016-113907791102731438?l=llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/feeds/113907791102731438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19247016&amp;postID=113907791102731438' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/113907791102731438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/113907791102731438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-love-you-daddy.html' title='I love you Daddy!'/><author><name>Silly Nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755663666488758612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19247016.post-113886398070935433</id><published>2006-02-01T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T23:06:20.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take the Red pill only if you want to be taken beyond the veil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/1600/Savage%20Sunset.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/320/Savage%20Sunset.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/1600/Fury%20of%20a%20thousand%20burning%20suns!.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is from Matthew 8:23-26&lt;br /&gt;It's about when Jesus and his disciples were crossing the sea, and they were caught in a huge storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23 &lt;/strong&gt;Now when He had got into the boat, His disciples followed Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24 &lt;/strong&gt;And suddenly a great tempest arose on the sea, so that the boat was covered with the waves. But He was asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25 &lt;/strong&gt;Then His disciples came to &lt;em&gt;Him&lt;/em&gt; and awoke Him, saying, "Lord save us! We are perishing!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26&lt;/strong&gt; But He said to them, "Why are you fearful, O you of little faith?" Then He arose and rebuked the winds and the sea, and there was great calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my reasons for putting this up was give you some thought for food&lt;br /&gt;Jesus said, "The things I do, you will do, and more; for I go to the Father."&lt;br /&gt;Now, if Jesus said that we could do what He did(in this case, rebuke the forces of nature and bring calm to the sea), but didn't really mean we could do that, He'd be a liar.&lt;br /&gt;And if He was a liar, He would therefore have been unworthy to take our sins upon Himself on the cross. And if He was unworthy of doing that, then what business would I have following Him?&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely squat!&lt;br /&gt;But the beauty of it all is that we can do what He did and is doing!&lt;br /&gt;We can control the forces of nature with just a command in the name of Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;One of my friends told me that there was this youth leader, and she and the group under her were on a boat or ferry or something. And a storm rose, and began making people feel generally uncomfortable, because it was quite harsh.&lt;br /&gt;This youth leader went up on deck, and rebuked the waves and the sea, just as Jesus did.&lt;br /&gt;And since Jesus isn't a liar, He stopped that storm. He calmed it because one person had faith to proclaim stillness upon the water.&lt;br /&gt;Now isn't that, like, totally wild? Stinkin-eh! That's awsome!&lt;br /&gt;Now since Jesus did that, and He raised the dead, cleansed the leper, cast out demons, and tons more awsome cool stuff, that means WE CAN DO THAT! Because He said so!&lt;br /&gt;Miracles and wonders weren't for just the Bible days or whatever, that's just what people say because they in all seriousness don't believe Jesus' power is for today. They say stuff like, for instance, "Hey brother Nick, I don't think that's Jesus, you know. Because that was for old times, when the people needed to be shown power. We don't need to be shown power, because we know the truth!"&lt;br /&gt;If words were enough, the world would have been saved by now. POWER IS FOR TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;HEALING IS FOR TODAY! RAISING PEOPLE FROM THE DEAD IS FOR TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;Don't take the blue pill(for those of you who have seen the Matrix)&lt;br /&gt;Take the red pill and watch as Jesus does mighty things through you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go, just wanted to share that with you all before I go night-night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless you all my beautiful brothers and sisters in Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19247016-113886398070935433?l=llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/feeds/113886398070935433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19247016&amp;postID=113886398070935433' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/113886398070935433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/113886398070935433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/2006/02/take-red-pill-only-if-you-want-to-be.html' title='Take the Red pill only if you want to be taken beyond the veil'/><author><name>Silly Nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755663666488758612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19247016.post-113860416452190760</id><published>2006-01-29T22:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T22:56:04.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another poem from mwwaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kiss of Veritas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is truth, o sweet absolute of my dreams&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That which we learn to know and grow old together?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It is found in the literature of the words of old," the venerable one deems&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Or on the stones of post-modern jests," claims the other&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Swimming and swirling in collages of confusion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stumble those whom the learned failed to inform&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is it through stubborness or sake of rebellion youth sin?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or does it come forth in a different shape or form?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The old are elites of life, understandably wise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But they too forget dear truth's first kiss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But so do those striving in youth and vise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Causing us to fire and miss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tears of sadness, o yes, weeping will sound&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When those who've stumbled o'er pebble and boulder&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are released of the veil; lost then found&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Discovering a Father's hand upon their shoulder&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love is truth, and likewise so&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Complicated it is not, though men claim it to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God's truth is found somewhere low&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But learn humility, and enlightenment you will see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seek it long, yes, look hard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No other form of effort will pass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not so long as the deck's missing a card&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will you feel the kiss of sweet Veritas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless,&lt;br /&gt;Nick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19247016-113860416452190760?l=llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/feeds/113860416452190760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19247016&amp;postID=113860416452190760' title='60 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/113860416452190760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/113860416452190760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/2006/01/another-poem-from-mwwaaaa-i-call-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Silly Nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755663666488758612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>60</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19247016.post-113849694869810564</id><published>2006-01-28T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T17:09:11.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HERE COMES THE BRIDE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/1600/Moonlight%20soldier.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/320/Moonlight%20soldier.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon, I was playing a game of checkers with my sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my dad had warned me that she was pretty stinking good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I thought, oh yeah sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To put it shortly, she creamed me like butter the first game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm not a bad checker player&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've won my fair share of games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this was OUTRAGEOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 8 year old sister just beat the snot out of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she did with such a smile, singing "Here comes the Bride" the whole time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I play her a second time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did beat her, but it wasn't as easy as one might think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thought, "Hey God, do you have a word concerning this?"&lt;br /&gt;(I can't explain it, I just felt compelled to ask)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And He responded, I imagine with a smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"People like her are going to be strategic battlefield commanders for my army!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And they are going to be much stronger in battling the forces of evil in the Spiritual Realm"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Than you or anyone else in your generation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thought, "Ooooooo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I have this image of my sister stomping her foot on enemy demon strongholds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While singing "Here Comes the Bride!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(With a very gorgeous singing voice, I might add)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gosh, I just realized now what that might mean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the bride of Christ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as we trample demonic encampments, we'll be singing that song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE COME THE BRIDE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! WOW! WOW! WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, next time you get mad at your little brother or sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remember that they are going to be(or maybe already are) Generals in the Lord's army!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost feel pity for Satan....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, never mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel a shred of pity for Satan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children are going to tear down the kingdom of unrighteousness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, that doesn't mean we older folk shouldn't do all we can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, we have to be role models for these little guys to learn to be better than!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless you brothers and sisters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19247016-113849694869810564?l=llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/feeds/113849694869810564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19247016&amp;postID=113849694869810564' title='34 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/113849694869810564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/113849694869810564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/2006/01/here-comes-bride.html' title='HERE COMES THE BRIDE!'/><author><name>Silly Nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755663666488758612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19247016.post-113847888556373966</id><published>2006-01-28T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T12:08:05.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A poem! Oh yes Nick, Oh yes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/1600/Kangaroo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/320/Kangaroo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm gonna write a poem about REST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't write poems often(actually, I don't write them at all), but I was feeling particularly poetic this morning(that and I'm still waking up and want to do something different form what I normally do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.....(drool hanging like icicles off my face as I stare blankly at the abyss of nothing...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok here we go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rest&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh God, my Lord&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need your rest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Especially when I'm bored&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or not feeling the best&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My God, my Lord you are so great&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your rest is like yonder pillow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And even when I'm not feeling great&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You make me feel like a precious willow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh God, my Master&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You say more rest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes I say faster, Daddy,  faster&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But your speed is the best&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, I actually rhymed&lt;br /&gt;Haha, that was fun&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll do it more often!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless you all!&lt;br /&gt;Cheers and Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19247016-113847888556373966?l=llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/feeds/113847888556373966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19247016&amp;postID=113847888556373966' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/113847888556373966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/113847888556373966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/2006/01/poem-oh-yes-nick-oh-yes.html' title='A poem! Oh yes Nick, Oh yes!'/><author><name>Silly Nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755663666488758612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19247016.post-113840776396534781</id><published>2006-01-27T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T16:22:43.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BEcause of what AFR had to say,I am gonna say this&lt;br /&gt;When I wrote that whole bit on how we should be more open about God&lt;br /&gt;and not be afraid of His word, etc etc&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean that it's time we stood up in restaurants or wherever&lt;br /&gt;and yell at everyone and tell them how they're gonna go to hell&lt;br /&gt;if they don't recieve Christ.&lt;br /&gt;That wasn't what I was saying at all&lt;br /&gt;What I was saying was this:&lt;br /&gt;That instead of being afraid of what the world thinks&lt;br /&gt;We should be more open, more loving, more active in the way&lt;br /&gt;That we follow God&lt;br /&gt;The Great commission stated by Jesus in Matthew 10 (I think it's Matt. 10, 1 sec........)&lt;br /&gt;Yupp! Matthew 10&lt;br /&gt;It says that we are to go out into all the world&lt;br /&gt;Preach the good news&lt;br /&gt;Heal the sick&lt;br /&gt;Etc etc!&lt;br /&gt;I didn't say get in people's faces and scream at them like a drill sergeant&lt;br /&gt;That works about as well as a peanut butter and mustard sandwich&lt;br /&gt;ewww, actually that's really nasty....n e ways&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's what I was saying&lt;br /&gt;We aren't supposed to tell them they're going to hell&lt;br /&gt;MOST OF THEM ALREADY KNOW IT!&lt;br /&gt;We don't need to remind them&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, just thought I would say that&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless you all,&lt;br /&gt;Nick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19247016-113840776396534781?l=llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/feeds/113840776396534781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19247016&amp;postID=113840776396534781' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/113840776396534781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/113840776396534781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/2006/01/because-of-what-afr-had-to-sayi-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Silly Nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755663666488758612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19247016.post-113829507922610022</id><published>2006-01-26T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T09:04:39.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bet you didn't know!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Good morning people!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And llamas!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And mutant badgers!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And sun-bathing polar bears!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A great day is upon us, because my Gramma sent me some useless information which I wanted to share with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God Bless,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nick&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In George Washington's days, there were no cameras. One's image was either sculpted or painted. Some paintings of George Washington showed him standing behind a desk with one arm behind his back while others showed both legs and both arms. Prices charged by painters were not based on how many people were to be painted, but by how many limbs were to be painted. Arms and legs are "limbs," therefore painting them would cost the buyer more. Hence the expression, "Okay, but it'll cost you an arm and a leg."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As incredible as it sounds, men and women took baths only twice a year (May and October)! Women kept their hair covered, while men shaved their heads (because of lice and bugs) and wore wigs. Wealthy men could afford good wigs made from wool. They couldn't wash the wigs, so to clean them they would carve out a loaf of bread, put the wig in the shell, and bake it for 30 minutes. The heat would make the wig big and fluffy, hence the term "big wig." Today we often use the term "here comes the Big Wig" because someone appears to be or is powerful and wealthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the late 1700s, many houses consisted of a large room with only one chair. Commonly, a long wide board folded down from the wall, and was used for dining. The "head of the household" always sat in the chair while everyone else ate sitting on the floor. Occasionally a guest, who was usually a man, would be invited to sit in this chair during a meal. To sit in the chair meant you were important and in charge. They called the one sitting in the chair the "chair man." Today in business, we use the expression or title "Chairman" or "Chairman of the Board."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal hygiene left much room for improvement. As a result, many women and men had developed acne scars by adulthood. The women would spread bee's wax over their facial skin to smooth out their complexions. When they were speaking to each other, if a woman began to stare at another woman's face she was told, "mind your own bee's wax." Should the woman smile, the wax would crack, hence the term "crack a smile." In addition, when they sat too close to the fire, the wax would melt . . . therefore, the expression "losing face."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies wore corsets, which would lace up in the front. A proper and dignified woman, as in "straight laced". . wore a tightly tied lace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common entertainment included playing cards. However, there was a tax levied when purchasing playing cards but only applicable to the "Ace of Spades." To avoid paying the tax, people would purchase 51 cards instead.Yet, since most games require 52 cards, these people were thought to be stupid or dumb because they weren't "playing with a full deck."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early politicians required feedback from the public to determine what the people considered important. Since there were no telephones, TV's or radios, the politicians sent their assistants to local taverns, pubs, and bars. They were told to "go sip some ale" and listen to people's conversations and political concerns. Many assistants were dispatched at different times. "You go sip here" and "You go sip there." The two words "go sip" were eventually combined when referring to the local opinion and, thus we have the term "gossip."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At local taverns, pubs, and bars, people drank from pint and quart-sized containers. A bar maid's job was to keep an eye on the customers and keep the drinks coming. She had to pay close attention and remember who was drinking in "pints" and who was drinking in "quarts," hence the term "minding your "P's and Q's."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more: bet you didn't know this!In the heyday of sailing ships, all war ships and many freighters carried iron cannons. Those cannons fired round iron cannon balls. It was necessary to keep a good supply near the cannon. However, how to prevent them from rolling about the deck? The best storage method devised was a square-based pyramid with one ball on top, resting on four resting on nine, which rested on sixteen. Thus, a supply of 30 cannon balls could be stacked in a small area right next to the cannon. There was only one problem...how to prevent the bottom layer from sliding or rolling from under the others. The solution was a metal plate called a "Monkey" with 16 round indentations.However, if this plate were made of iron, the iron balls would quickly rust to it. The solution to the rusting problem was to make "Brass Monkeys." Few landlubbers realize that brass contracts much more and much faster than iron when chilled. Consequently, when the temperature dropped too far, the brass indentations would shrink so much that the iron cannonballs would come right off the monkey. Now you know where that saying came from. I will leave that up to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19247016-113829507922610022?l=llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/feeds/113829507922610022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19247016&amp;postID=113829507922610022' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/113829507922610022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/113829507922610022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/2006/01/bet-you-didnt-know.html' title='Bet you didn&apos;t know!'/><author><name>Silly Nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755663666488758612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19247016.post-113822121794065421</id><published>2006-01-25T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T12:33:37.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It may seem strange, BuT I knoW it's real!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/1600/Red%20Sky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/320/Red%20Sky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little bit is from a JAson Upton song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once part goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A cloud by day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And a fire by night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll keep moving on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It may seem strange&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I know it's real&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll keep moving on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was listening to it while doing spanish work&lt;br /&gt;And when that part came on&lt;br /&gt;(it may seem strange, but I know it's real)&lt;br /&gt;A light bulb went off in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What God does may seem strange&lt;br /&gt;And will wierd lots of people out&lt;br /&gt;But it's a wondrous strangety(if that's a word)&lt;br /&gt;And no matter what people think, God's strange things are REAL!(and wonderful)&lt;br /&gt;We shouldn't be the ones afraid or nervous to be open about God and show people His mighty power&lt;br /&gt;They should be the ones nervous and afraid NOT to recieve what God shows them&lt;br /&gt;It's time we stepped up instead of sat down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, hope that was as edifying to you folks and lasses as it was to me&lt;br /&gt;Cheers, Ciao, and God Bless,&lt;br /&gt;Nick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19247016-113822121794065421?l=llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/feeds/113822121794065421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19247016&amp;postID=113822121794065421' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/113822121794065421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/113822121794065421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/2006/01/it-may-seem-strange-but-i-know-its.html' title='It may seem strange, BuT I knoW it&apos;s real!'/><author><name>Silly Nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755663666488758612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19247016.post-113813173543629279</id><published>2006-01-24T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T11:42:15.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A satanist priestess who accepted Jesus!</title><content type='html'>Alright, finally something worth posting!&lt;br /&gt;Not that the guy with the baseball wasn't worth posting&lt;br /&gt;But this is soooooo good!&lt;br /&gt;I found it on &lt;a href="http://www.extremeprophetic.com"&gt;www.extremeprophetic.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's this amazing story of how  a high priestess of satanism had to literally fight the demons inside her so she could recieve Christ&lt;br /&gt;It is long, but it's just that good!&lt;br /&gt;God Bless,&lt;br /&gt;Nick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Demons who tried to keep a priestess of satanism from Recieving Jesus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demons Try to Keep Ana from Giving Herself to Jesus Christ.  But the Lord is Triumphant!&lt;br /&gt;What follows is from Gary and Kathi Oates (&lt;a href="http://www.garyoates.com/" target="_self"&gt;www.GaryOates.com&lt;/a&gt;), anointed ministers with a gift for discerning angelic activity, salvation, healing and deliverance.  This is a transcript from a meeting they had with Ana, a high priestess in Satanism.  The night before this conversation Ana attended one of the Oates’ meetings, had a visitation from the Lord, and gave herself to Him.  She shares a moving story of what the Lord revealed to her, the lies and torments of the devil, and how Jesus set her free.&lt;br /&gt;Greater is He who is in us than he who is in the world!&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to see another moving testimony of a woman who was brought out of Satanism by the truth and power of Jesus Christ, click &lt;a href="http://www.extremeprophetic.com/extreme_tv_radio_watch_xptv_now.htm" target="_self"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; to see the “Coming out Of Satanism” episode of Extreme Prophetic TV. &lt;br /&gt;Ana's Testimony&lt;br /&gt;Gary – "What is your name?"&lt;br /&gt;Ana – "Ana"&lt;br /&gt;Gary – "I understand that you have been involved in witchcraft and maybe a form of Satan worship. Is that right?"&lt;br /&gt;Ana - "I was raised in Satanism thirty eight years ago."&lt;br /&gt;Gary – "Thirty eight years ago?"&lt;br /&gt;Ana – "When I was born"&lt;br /&gt;Gary – "When you were born? I understand that maybe today is the first day that you haven't worn black."&lt;br /&gt;Ana – "Yeah it is, most of the time we wear black all the time, because I was a high priestess and the high priestess have to wear black all the time. Except for exceptions, which is rare."&lt;br /&gt;Gary – "Yeah and somehow you came to church last night."&lt;br /&gt;Ana – "A girl, a lady named Sarah at Wal-Mart told me that this pastor served a different God than the one I served and that I needed to make a decision. She gave me this number. She said call this number, these people know about spiritual things. And she told me not to wait too long because time was running out. She was different; she had peace. And so, I called that number and then we talked and we ended up getting cut off and I called her back. We talked for a while and she had someone pick me up."&lt;br /&gt;Gary – Did I understand that you maybe had a little difficulty coming into church last night, is that right?&lt;br /&gt;Ana – "Yeah, 'cause the demons in me were very upset. They didn't like this place; they were very nervous. They were getting angry and told me I had to get out of here 'cause they were going to hurt me and stuff. And then when we came in here, it was like all of a sudden they kept saying they had to leave because it was too hot in here; they couldn't stand it they had to get out."&lt;br /&gt;Gary – "Well, then what happened?"&lt;br /&gt;Ana- "And then so, we were in here and all of a sudden there was a guy that stood right there, after you were up here preaching and stuff. And he just… he was standing out like this and he kept saying, 'Ana, come forward!' And I didn't know who he was"&lt;br /&gt;Gary – "Now excuse me. What did he look like? Can you describe, a little…?&lt;br /&gt;Ana – "He was about 6 feet, long brown hair, mustache, kind of a beard. He had kind of burning red eyes and his hands with these red holes. And he kept saying, "Come forward!" And he started crying. And I told him that I didn't understand, 'cause I'd never seen anyone like that, except for the four men that were here last night, the white men. But, and then he walked over there and he said," Ana, I want you to come meet me, come talk to me, come up here." And I was scared, 'cause it was like all of a sudden I was scared of him. But then after a while, he said it again. He said, "Now, you have to come now, you can't wait"  And so, we ended up walking up here and he said, "Just as I had bowed before Satan when I was sixteen and took the vows and stuff. That he wanted me to bow before him. That I had to renounce Satan and that nobody else could do that for me. That if I didn't renounce Satan, that the demons would come back and take me and torment me worse. And so, he put his arms around me and he said, 'I want to show you something.' And so he showed me what Satan was really like. And off to the right was this huge river of flames and stuff. And he said, 'This is what your kingdom that Satan had for you, not what he told you.' And then all of a sudden, we went to this hill and there was like this beautiful it was like the gates were made of pearls and stuff and gold. And we walked on this street; it was like you could see through it. As we walked in this city he said, 'This is what I had for you from the beginning, but I couldn't stop your parents because they made the choice. But now tonight is your choice and if you make the wrong choice then you've been given an opportunity.'  And so we walked over this other way, this road. Then all of a sudden he showed me this person and he said, 'This is you, this is what I want for you.' The person was in all white and he told me, 'This is you, this is what I wanted for you, but now you must make a decision.'  So all of a sudden, he took my hand and he said, 'You are free. You are the one that can make the decision. Either you serve me and have life or this is what the devil wants.'  And all of a sudden, it was like I felt this, he took my right hand and he held it, and it was like all of a sudden my hand was burning. And he told me, he said, 'I want you.' And he started crying. And all of a sudden he showed this big, it was like he took off this back thing on my back, this backpack and he said, 'This is your sin.' And he threw it over to this, it was like this river. And he said, 'No longer do I remember your sins. I don't care what you've done in the past; it doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is what you decide for me right now.'  And then so, we ended up getting on the ground and he told me, he said, 'Every time you got hurt or were abused, or whatever in the coven, or made wrong choices and every time the demons tormented you, I was there. I was protecting you. I was keeping you from dying. I was the one who sent Sarah to help you. I was the one who told Pastor Steve about you wanting to drown. ‘Because last night I was going to go to the ocean, on the coast and kill myself through drowning, because I couldn't take the torment of the demons in me any more. And he told me, he said, 'Your name has been taken from Satan and been put into my kingdom. And now it's up to you, if you don't start learning my word, then the demons will come back seven times many.' And he said, 'It's important that you renew your mind and that you let my word get in you. Because if you don't have my word in you, then you're nothing, you can't fight Satan.'  And we stood up and he looked at me and he said, 'You are no longer a mistake. You are no longer dirty, unworthy, disgusting. You are holy and you are pure because of me. I died for you and I love you.'  And then last night, when we were sitting back there, or this morning rather, he took this, yeah last night. He took this… I had made thirteen contracts with the devil. I think… what's her name, the lady that works with you? Yeah, Ruth. She had told me that if I had made contracts and since I was born they had. And when they prayed that the bonds be broken and stuff, all of a sudden, it's like I saw this tall white being taking a silver sword and cutting the handcuffs on my hands and legs, my neck, my back and on my waist. And this man in brown again, brown hair said, 'You are free now. No longer are you under the curse, that you have been set free and get up and walk.'  And all of a sudden it was like, he took, this angel took flames and he put it on my heart. And he said, 'Your heart is sealed. No longer shall Satan ever possess you again, unless you renounce me.'  And all of a sudden, it was like, he laid his hands on me, Jesus did. And he said, 'You are mine and Satan will no longer have you ever again.'  And this morning, when you wife was talking about the walls and stuff, the three that I had was fear, abandonment, and rejection. Because my parents had abandoned me when I was two years old to the satanic church.  And so, it was like all of a sudden, Jesus came and sat there next to me and he said, "I want to show you something. And all of a sudden, he showed me this picture. And it was in thousands and thousands of pieces and I told him there was no way he could fix it. And he said, 'Watch.' So all of a sudden, he took it in his hands and it was big black huge ball. And he said, 'This is all the pain, the anger, all the hurt, all the trauma, everything you've been through. Now it's up to you to let me have it. 'And he handed it to me and he said, 'Are you going to let me have it?'  And so I gave it to him. And all of a sudden he threw it into the sky. And all of a sudden it exploded. And he said, 'You are no longer broken. You are no longer split, but I want you to be whole. Because it's been too long that you've been hurt.  And all of a sudden, he started pulling this long cord out. And he said, 'This is going to hurt. But that it will be over. And all of a sudden it's like it didn't really hurt, but it's like he just pulled it out. And then he gave me a hug and he was crying. And he said, 'I've waited for this day for so long.' And he said that, 'Somebody had been praying for people that are witches around in this area.  And before he left today, he told me… I guess we were talking about the chip they put in my leg to trace me, to track me, to tell them where I was at and stuff. He told me that, 'Tonight he was going to burn it out, deactivate it and that it would not hurt. But that my body, when they prayed for me or whatever, he said, 'My body could handle it and not to be scared of that. But that while I was out, he would be taking it out to where they could not know where to find me… the Satanist."&lt;br /&gt;Gary – Ana, have you ever read the Bible?"&lt;br /&gt;Ana – "Just the satanic bible; that's the only one they allow us to read. I looked at one, one time but I got in trouble and tormented by the demons, cause they said that book is very evil and you were not suppose to touch it, it was hot."&lt;br /&gt;Gary – "So you didn't really know anything about the Bible?"&lt;br /&gt;Ana – "There are some of the scriptures that people told me are exactly the same in the Bible and the satanic bible. The only difference is like for instance, 'For Satan so loved the world that he gave his only begotten son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have everlasting life. For Satan did not send his son into the world to condemn the world but that the world through his son he might be saved.'"&lt;br /&gt;Gary – "And so it's perverted the Word of God, the Scriptures."&lt;br /&gt;Ana – "That's what it sounds like, yeah. But it's very different." Gary –"Exactly"&lt;br /&gt;Ana – "But it's not peaceful. Your Bible is peaceful."&lt;br /&gt;Gary – "How do you feel right now?" Ana – "Very overwhelmed. Very… it might sound crazy, but like you're drunk."&lt;br /&gt;Gary – "No, it doesn't sound crazy."&lt;br /&gt;Ana- "Like you're drunk; like you can hardly stand up."&lt;br /&gt;Gary – "Well, let me ask you a question. Who's your Lord?"&lt;br /&gt;Ana – "Jesus Christ'&lt;br /&gt;Gary – "Praise God! Ana, it's just the beginning. It's just the beginning. There's so much more. God's going to put you on a fast track… a fast track."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww man, so good!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE GOD!&lt;br /&gt;AND JESUS!&lt;br /&gt;AND THE HOLY SPIRIT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19247016-113813173543629279?l=llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/feeds/113813173543629279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19247016&amp;postID=113813173543629279' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/113813173543629279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/113813173543629279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/2006/01/satanist-priestess-who-accepted-jesus.html' title='A satanist priestess who accepted Jesus!'/><author><name>Silly Nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755663666488758612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19247016.post-113811485743155972</id><published>2006-01-24T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T07:00:57.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>STRIKE! a good morning to yAW!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/1600/strike%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/320/strike%203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was looking through my pictures and found this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is quite funny I think Yaw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll post something later on that's worthwhile.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, but what can be more worthwhile and fulfilling  than this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if the baseball was a rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would be more fulfilling! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless,&lt;br /&gt;Nick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19247016-113811485743155972?l=llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/feeds/113811485743155972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19247016&amp;postID=113811485743155972' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/113811485743155972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/113811485743155972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/2006/01/strike-good-morning-to-yaw.html' title='STRIKE! a good morning to yAW!'/><author><name>Silly Nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755663666488758612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19247016.post-113807460844532408</id><published>2006-01-23T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T19:50:08.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How I picture hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/1600/Fury%20of%20a%20thousand%20burning%20suns!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/320/Fury%20of%20a%20thousand%20burning%20suns%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hello folks and lasses of all species!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple years ago, I had this creative-writing assignment to write&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one of the options was HOW I PICTURE HELL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, since I have nothing else to post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here you go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How I Picture Hell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the very pit of the earth is a lake of eternal fire. In it flay the tortured souls of those who had lived in sin while on earth. Those who disobey the Word of God and do not follow Him are sent to this place of eternal torture and pain. For all of eternity, these people will writhe, and scream, and burn in endless agony; but they will never die. Never will there torture end, there is nothing that can save them.&lt;br /&gt;Over the fire fly the demons that aided in these lost soul's arrival. Cackling, screaming, and screeching, they drop into the flames, digging their enormous talons into burnt flesh. People are lifted into the air by these monsters, only to be dropped into the lake once again in a broken heap. Everywhere you can hear agonizing screaming brought on by a pain so intense you cannot even remotely fathom it.&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on a throne of fiery stone is the All Devouring One; the One who comes to steal, kill, and destroy. He is the soul source of sin and corruption in the world, and loving every minute of it. Every evil, soul stealing minute.&lt;br /&gt;His bright red eyes are illuminated from beneath his flaming cloak, looking over the endless lake of fire at the punished. His hands resting on the armrest of his flaming chair, his bloody claws digging into the stone. The mouth of Hell opens up as more lost souls, deemed unworthy of Heaven, fall into the inferno.&lt;br /&gt;"Welcome to Hell," greets the All Consuming One. His evil, raucous laughter reverberates throughout all of Hell.&lt;br /&gt;But, despite his position of authority and power, not even he can be saved from the heat and fire that burns everywhere; he to is in constant, searing pain.&lt;br /&gt;With a mighty voice, he shakes his fist at Heaven and screams, "Curse you Son of God, Curse you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;After reading that, my Grampa said that that should "Scare the hell" out of non-believers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haha, knee slapper!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love you Grampa!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God Bless,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nick&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19247016-113807460844532408?l=llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19247016.post-113803371304552437</id><published>2006-01-23T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T08:28:33.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day of Days!</title><content type='html'>I had sent an email out concerning this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for some other people I haven't quite un-lazy-fied(or something like that) to put there email in my contacts list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem, come one Nick, tell them what you're gonna say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem(again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I got up at six in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMAZING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I showered, I spent some time with God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I asked Him(since this is election day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What He wants me to do today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So He says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Heal the sick."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like,&lt;br /&gt;"Alright!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And He says,&lt;br /&gt;"And I want you to tell other people because I want them to heal the sick as well."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, people with colds, fevers, coughs, sore throats, headaches, migraines, etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEWARE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a day where we have been given a healing anointing in the form of Balms of Gilead on our hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are always called to pray for the sick and see the leper cleansed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, there is a special anointing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pray for your family, friends, and strangers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, pray for strangers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That will be an ice-breaker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I believe they will be healed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOYAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, pray for our country today&lt;br /&gt;I'm not biased(wink wink)&lt;br /&gt;But I think we should pray for the conservatives(double wink wink)&lt;br /&gt;Cause they are the only political party who are going to stand up for the rights of unborn babies!&lt;br /&gt;And they will throw down the perverted same-sex rights and law!&lt;br /&gt;OH YES!&lt;br /&gt;A DAY OF DAYS IS UPON US!(I love saying that)&lt;br /&gt;And if you can vote, GET ON IT!&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;God Bless,&lt;br /&gt;Nick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19247016-113803371304552437?l=llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/feeds/113803371304552437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19247016&amp;postID=113803371304552437' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/113803371304552437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/113803371304552437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/2006/01/day-of-days.html' title='A Day of Days!'/><author><name>Silly Nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755663666488758612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19247016.post-113787064767239895</id><published>2006-01-21T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T11:10:47.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FIRE!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/1600/Aslan%20roaring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/320/Aslan%20roaring.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow!&lt;br /&gt;Last night was sooo good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It tasted of much good flavour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, the Holy Spirit is one awsome being&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We soaked in the presence of the Lord&lt;br /&gt;(that would be me and like eight-ish other people)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For close to an hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we shared some things God has been saying to us, notes we've taken, and all that good stuff&lt;br /&gt;(I apologize for being somewhat interruptatitive. At least I wasn't as bad as those other folks...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had a fire-tunnel!&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, we had a fire-tunnel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like a Chinese fire drill&lt;br /&gt;Except for the part where it's nothing like a Chinese Fire drill!&lt;br /&gt;And then we all got snockered, blasted, blown away, wasted, and intoxicated by the Holy Spirit some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, glory to God for allowing us such Spiritual refreshing!&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that YOU(yeah, I'm a-talking to you. Sorry, I'll stop pointing at you...)&lt;br /&gt;YOU are the apple of the Father's eye?&lt;br /&gt;Of God's eye?&lt;br /&gt;The Creator of the universe, the lover of our souls, the watcher of everyone(that's aboout six billion people)&lt;br /&gt;Has you on His mind&lt;br /&gt;He has approximately six billion children on this planet&lt;br /&gt;And He has his eye on every single one!&lt;br /&gt;EVERY SINGLE ONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so take that one to the bank!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after we got snockered, Jeremy(one really cool dude that I'm like totally blessed to know)&lt;br /&gt;Felt that we should go on a prayer walk(at 10 o clock at night)&lt;br /&gt;So, we went on a walk, praying away&lt;br /&gt;When we came across a cell phone with about a fifty dollar case&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to say any one of us found, because there was a bit of dispute of that&lt;br /&gt;So we just agreed that I found it.....&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm actually kinda not telling the truth there&lt;br /&gt;Anyways....&lt;br /&gt;We check the phonebook on the phone&lt;br /&gt;Called the one that says "Dad"&lt;br /&gt;Whe he picked up, I was like,&lt;br /&gt;"Hi! Ummm, this is going to sound reeeeally wierd, but do you have a son and/or daughter?)&lt;br /&gt;He says, "Yes."&lt;br /&gt;And I said,"Well, we have his phone."&lt;br /&gt;then I explained how we found it, and we came to the conclusion that he would come pick it up in the morrow.&lt;br /&gt;Good times good times&lt;br /&gt;Anwyays yeah, it was a really good night!&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm really sore...&lt;br /&gt;I don't suppose diving over Jer's couch had anything to do with that.....&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmm......nah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless,&lt;br /&gt;Nick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19247016-113787064767239895?l=llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/feeds/113787064767239895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19247016&amp;postID=113787064767239895' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/113787064767239895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/113787064767239895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/2006/01/fire.html' title='FIRE!!!!'/><author><name>Silly Nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755663666488758612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19247016.post-113762937482597271</id><published>2006-01-18T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T16:09:34.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look at the cow! See the dolphin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/1600/dolphins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/320/dolphins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am kinda not able to think of anything much profound or memborable enough to put on right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I give you this, a cow and a dolphin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;God Bless,&lt;br /&gt;Nick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19247016-113762937482597271?l=llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/feeds/113762937482597271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19247016&amp;postID=113762937482597271' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/113762937482597271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/113762937482597271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/2006/01/look-at-cow-see-dolphin.html' title='Look at the cow! See the dolphin!'/><author><name>Silly Nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755663666488758612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19247016.post-113737744151897620</id><published>2006-01-15T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T18:10:41.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOOOO GOOD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/1600/T-rex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/400/T-rex.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, I just had one of the most INCREDIBLE FIVE DAYS OF MY LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right!&lt;br /&gt;Oh YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Secret Place conference in Abbotsford where Jason Upton, Don Potter, and Michael Larson led everyone into some of the most incredible worship experiences ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Heidi Baker, Jason Upton, Michael Larson, Don Potter, and Bobby Conner(who seriously has had conversations with birds in which both parties are spreckings the english!) SO GOOD I SAY! Heidi Baker was sooo great! I love how she just gets drunk in the spirit everytime she talks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes oh yes, Praise Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The anointing and presence of the Holy Spirit was absolutely DELICIOUS, it was so thick!&lt;br /&gt;At times you could stick your tongue out and almost taste it!(not that I tried.....ahem.)&lt;br /&gt;And one night while everyone was just totally wasted with the Holy Spirit(manifesting, moanings and groaning which are unable to be uttered just like in the Bible, visions, glimpses, and full pictures of God's goodness and the things he plans to do, etc etc..) angels started singing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes my brothers and sisters, WE HEARD WITH OUR PHYSICAL EARS THE VOICES OF ANGELS singing as the Holy Spirit wafted throughout the building like freshly baked bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! SO AWSOME IS GOD, I CAN'T HELP BUT LAUGH WITH JOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next to last night, Sam got whacked so hard with the Holy Spirit, I had to hold her up all the way to the car!&lt;br /&gt;It was so hilarious and giggle-licious all at the same flippin time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm exhausted and want to sleep with much passion.&lt;br /&gt;But I know I probably won't go to sleep till later than I want to.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well! (shrugging shoulders)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless you all my beautiful, wonderful, God loved, brothers and sisters in Christ,&lt;br /&gt;Nick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. TAKE SOME HOLY SPIRIT FIRE! KAPOW! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19247016-113737744151897620?l=llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/feeds/113737744151897620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19247016&amp;postID=113737744151897620' title='44 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/113737744151897620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/113737744151897620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/2006/01/soooo-good.html' title='SOOOO GOOD!'/><author><name>Silly Nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755663666488758612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>44</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19247016.post-113690675434913092</id><published>2006-01-10T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T07:25:54.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A revisement and an interesting fact.....yes!</title><content type='html'>In my last post, I said that David killed Goliath with a single stone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's only part of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I must revise it so that it's more like the Bible and how it really happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading my Bible today in 1 Samuel, and discovered this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First: David hurls stone at Goliath with sling, paralyzing the giant and sending him face forward on the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second: David runs up to the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;still alive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Goliath, takes out the giant's sword, and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;then&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; kills him&lt;br /&gt;(I think David had to swing downward on Goliath's spine, splitting the vertebrae)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third: And finally, David chops of Goliath's head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, thought that was interesing and Jacey said I should blog more, so there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless,&lt;br /&gt;Nick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19247016-113690675434913092?l=llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/feeds/113690675434913092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19247016&amp;postID=113690675434913092' title='47 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/113690675434913092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/113690675434913092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/2006/01/revisement-and-interesting-factyes.html' title='A revisement and an interesting fact.....yes!'/><author><name>Silly Nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755663666488758612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>47</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19247016.post-113686509876578126</id><published>2006-01-09T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T19:51:38.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know bout your Bible, but mines pretty stinking cool!</title><content type='html'>You say your Bible's boring, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That it's just full of words, and nothing more, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't know about you, but my Bible is pretty darn sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's full of epic battles and wars that would make the Lord of the Rings look like a box of tinker toys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romance and love stories that send the movie Titanic to the bottom of the ocean(yes, horrible pun I know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unforgettable Heroes willing to pay the ultimate price for the greater good, who stood in the face of death and stuck its head in a hole, laughing all the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heroes like David, who killed a giant with a single river stone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or the Mighty Men David raised up who killed even more giants than he&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or how about Samson, that man who's strength was supernaturally strengthened by the Holy Spirit, who killed 1000 Philistine soldiers with the jawbone of a donkey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Moses, who's steadfastness and spiritual strength the Lord used to bring the Israelites out of bondage in Egypt, actually splitting the Red Sea using the hand of God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are the disgustingly evil villains that turn your stomach and make you stand up from your seat, thumbs pointing downwards as you boo them down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Villains like Goliath the giant, who was half- fallen angel, half human&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or King Saul, who's inner demons drove him to the point of insanity, causing him to relentlessly hunt down David, the only person who brought a slice of peace into his conflicted mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was Pharoah, who held millions and millions of Hebrews in captivity for five hundred years, only to be destroyed by the power of God for his ignorance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no story in this book compares to that of Jesus Christ and His ministry and sacrifice for our souls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His blood covers us in eternal graciousness, bringing us out from under the dark, hazy veil evil had us beneath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bible is actually a good book to read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if it doesn't mention llamas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's beside the point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless you all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. I bet Abraham wore llama skin pants, but that's beside the point again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19247016-113686509876578126?l=llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/feeds/113686509876578126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19247016&amp;postID=113686509876578126' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/113686509876578126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/113686509876578126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-dont-know-bout-your-bible-but-mines.html' title='I don&apos;t know bout your Bible, but mines pretty stinking cool!'/><author><name>Silly Nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755663666488758612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19247016.post-113652950674405853</id><published>2006-01-05T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T22:38:26.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUPER COOL! PRAISE JESUS!</title><content type='html'>Alright, like, you won't, like totally believe this(unless you do, then just disreguard the last sentence).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Uncle came over to our house a week ago(and we were so excited because we don't see him often enough). And the previous day, Jesus said to me this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your Uncle Dave comes over, will you pray for him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Just for those of you who don't know, and I expect that would probably be nearly everybody, my Uncle had severe pain in his pancreas, caused by some stupid disease)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, when Jesus said that, I was like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he comes over the next day, and I'm just waiting for the right moment to do this. The opportunity came at the end when almost everybody else went out for a while and it was just me, my uncle, and my gramma.&lt;br /&gt;So I asked Uncle Dave if he wanted me to pray for him, and I explained what Jesus had said to me the other day.&lt;br /&gt;So we prayed, rebuking that pain in his pancreas wwhich had been causing him immeasurable amounts of discomfort and generally not nice feelings for the past 6 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am only like 20 minutes ago, writing that story below this post that I know you all are just dying to get nominated for something, when my Uncle calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is a week after me and gramma prayed for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he tells me that after all that time of pain, ever since we prayed for him, he has had no pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO STINKING PAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUTTA THERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BON VOYAGE I SAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was just so happy, dancing and clicking my heels as I went downstairs to tell everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, there's some encouragement for you dudes and dudines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JESUS STILL HEALS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOYAH GRAMMA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless you all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19247016-113652950674405853?l=llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/feeds/113652950674405853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19247016&amp;postID=113652950674405853' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/113652950674405853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/113652950674405853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/2006/01/super-cool-praise-jesus.html' title='SUPER COOL! PRAISE JESUS!'/><author><name>Silly Nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755663666488758612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19247016.post-113652887890072116</id><published>2006-01-05T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T22:27:59.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And now for something completely random!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/1600/WALRUS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/320/WALRUS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oi all you ladies and gents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall write a story off the top of my head for you right now at this very moment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our story begins near the vast oceans of the mighty forested lands of Saskatchewan, where a horrible war between walrus's and three legged geese is taking place.&lt;br /&gt;Fierce and terrible, the battles in this place rage on and on, as they have done for a hundred plus seven years.&lt;br /&gt;Casualties on both sides are enormous.&lt;br /&gt;At the moment, the three-legged geese are trouncing all over the walrus troops like grass getting trounced by a birthday party full of screaming, hungry, bloodthirsty seven-year olds.&lt;br /&gt;And to make matters worse, the walrus's supply of tusk launchers is speedily running out like gas during the war with Iraq.&lt;br /&gt;So, the responibility to travel to the empty regions of Alaska has been placed upon the chubby, wrinkly, funny smelling shoulders of Percy Von Liquorstocken and come back with loads of weaponry.&lt;br /&gt;His three comrades, Budgie Van Fran, Figglestein Chomperbottom, and Godfrey the third of Iowa decided to come along since Alaska is, like totally the land of walrus babes.&lt;br /&gt;So the four friends set off, carrying only with them ten bags of stale alcohol, four boxes of waffles(I mean, let's get real, no one can really go on a long trip without bringing waffles. That was exactly why Frodo Baggins and his mottly crew experienced so much trouble. It's the waffles I tell you), and a pair of underwear each.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't long before they came across a patrol of disgusting, vile, and generally not so nice kangaroos who spoke with Irish accents.&lt;br /&gt;The leader of the bunch pushed to the front, a furious rage like that of a thousand burning suns burning on his belly button. This is what he said.&lt;br /&gt;"Oi, wut tha dickens be you fatty pugs be heres a for," he shouted, arms crossed over the aforsesaid enraged belly button. "Thees be Dark Kanga territtorray."&lt;br /&gt;Percy von Liquorstocken, shocked by the rudeness of this Irish kangaroo who should really have an Australian accent, but that's beside the point, flopped up to the front.&lt;br /&gt;With a gruff voice feared by all when present, but laughed and hysterically pointed at when not around, Percy Von Liquorstocken mumbled.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, ummm, ehhh, errr, duuuhh, ummmm, very, uhhh, sorry there, sah. We'll be going now then, cause we wouldn't want to get you angry or, ahhh, uhhh, anything like that."&lt;br /&gt;Godfrey the third of Iowa, who's disturbed eyes had not left the irate kangaroos angry belly button, spoke next with a very far away look in his black eyes.&lt;br /&gt;"You have a wierd belly button," he slurred, blowing his hairy whiskers out from his enormous, fat mouth.&lt;br /&gt;Silence dropped like a waterballoon bomb loaded with lemons and sardine juice. The head Irish kangaroo stared at the not so bright walrus, murder flashing in his eyes like a bottle of beer watching someday drink another brand of alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;"Well then," said the head Irish kangaroo who's accent should really be Australian, but again, that's beside the point. "I guerss me n' me ould berlly bootun weel jus haveta keel ya with crool n creatitive ways, thern."&lt;br /&gt;What happened next was absolutely retched, horrid, and unforgettably, uhhh, retched. The kangaroos belly button flashed red, then blue, then a sort of greenish yellow that resembled the texture of someone who had just eaten a corn dog loaded with fermented peas. Then it launched a beam of puky color at Godfrey the third of Iowa. Seeing his friend in trouble, Budgie Van Fran jumped, well, at least kinda jumped. If you call moving a fraction of an inch off the ground and then falling flat on your face jumping, well, then there you go. The sudden movement caused the barf colored trajectory to change it's course from Godfrey the third of Iowa to the clumsy, yet rather good hearted Budgie Van Fran. Before he could bring his face up from the dirt, the poor Budgie was struck in the side of the face by the kangaroos belly button shot. Not a sound was uttered by anyone. Even when Budgie evaporated into midair, not a sound was made. Even the monkey-lion in the trees above made not a sound. After quite some time of staring at the spot the walrus had been, Godfrey the third of Iowa began the most moving, sad, Oscar nomination worthy speech.&lt;br /&gt;"Wow," he said with the enthusiasm of a stoned medication bottle. "My bellybutton can do that too."&lt;br /&gt;A incredible rumbling overtook the ground, forcing all to their knees(but, since walrus's don't have knees, they instead fell on their fat faces). The thing that happened was so incredibly vomitable that every kangaroo would have hurled if they had a chance. Godfrey the third of Iowa lifted off the ground, his belly button shooting out a nasty nastiness that I will not describe because you probably don't keep barf bags in your room, office, or wherever else thine computer be at. Godfrey flew over the Irish kangaroos, melting them with his belly button nastiness. When Percy Von Liquorstocken and Figglestein Chomperbottom looked up, not a kangaroo was present.&lt;br /&gt;All had been evaporated.&lt;br /&gt;For an eternity, the three walrus's just stared at each other in awe.&lt;br /&gt;Figglestein Chomperbottom belched loudly, knocking over several trees.&lt;br /&gt;"Cool," he stated, glazed eyes melting with stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;With that they were off once again for Alaska. In the interest of saving time, I will only skim over where they have traveled and what they have done. The next stop was the Yukon, where a helpful brigade of blind beavers guided them to Antarctica, across the sea. Then, upon realizing that they were not in Alaska, but in the opposite direction, the angry walrus's pointed the blind, lumber addicted beavers towards a high, icy cliff with sharp stalactites at the bottom, telling them they were headed to a sneak preview of Wayne's World 3. Without going into to too many grueling details, the beavers bought it and were promptly killed. Except for one, Jimmy Jim Jimmers. This tough beaver managed to make it out of the stalactite pit. Unfortunately, he fell off another edge and drowned in the fridged waters.&lt;br /&gt;After that misdirected misadventure, Percy Von Liquorstocken and Godfrey the third of Iowa headed back out across the sea on a floating donut. What happened to Figglestein Chomperbottom, I know you're asking. Well, long story short, he died of lung cancer from excessive smoking.&lt;br /&gt;A message to the people of Canada and the world, "SMOKING KILLS!"&lt;br /&gt;So, the two walrus's sailed on, finally arriving in Alaska. Turns out, all the walrus babes aren't quite babes at all. No further comments. Anyways, Percy and Godfrey retrieved the weapons and came back to the heavily forested, moist, rich land of Saskatchewan. Before the newly acquired tusk-launchers could be used, Godfrey's belly button acted up, spewing who knows what all over the three legged goose army, killing every single goose.&lt;br /&gt;Angry that Godfrey didn't use his powerful belly button earlier, the poor walrus was banished to the United States where he spent the rest of his days in an oil storage hut, eating toast smeared with cheese wiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if that wasn't wierd, I don't know what is. Anyways, I hope you all found that edifying and super fantastic. I know I had a barrel of monkeys myself writing this incredible work.&lt;br /&gt;God Bless,&lt;br /&gt;Nick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19247016-113652887890072116?l=llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/feeds/113652887890072116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19247016&amp;postID=113652887890072116' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/113652887890072116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/113652887890072116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/2006/01/and-now-for-something-completely.html' title='And now for something completely random!'/><author><name>Silly Nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755663666488758612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19247016.post-113637534411837706</id><published>2006-01-04T03:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T03:49:04.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What if?</title><content type='html'>What if you have a friend in need?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps a brother or sister?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are they sinning, unable to see the danger of the deeds they are committing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know something that you feel you should say about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But courage seems to have taken a day-off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if you and your buddy were driving down some road?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And your friend, who is behind the driver's wheel, has fallen asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a cliff is coming up fast at the end of the road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you not say anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you just hope your friend wakes up on their own in time to avoid the cliff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should wake your friend and warn them of the impending danger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what if they don't want to wake up, you might think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, if you say nothing, both of you will drive over the edge, cascading into the depths of nothingness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course you will say something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will wake your friend, show them the peril that lays before them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let not your brother or sister in Christ unwittingly destroy themselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have the heart, the want, the care, to show them their wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even if you have driven over that cliff, it is not to late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have gone over, you still have a chance to save yourselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cry out to Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cry out for forgiveness and grace to take you in their arms and carry you to safety&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are to watch each other's backs, to make sure the other does not get an arrow in the spine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or an axe in the back of the head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake your friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for goodness sake, ask Jesus for help and wisdom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's not failed anyone yet, and He does not care to have a black mark on his record&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless you all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19247016-113637534411837706?l=llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/feeds/113637534411837706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19247016&amp;postID=113637534411837706' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/113637534411837706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/113637534411837706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-if.html' title='What if?'/><author><name>Silly Nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755663666488758612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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holidays have treated you&lt;br /&gt;I would love to hear from yah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19247016-113624702853938805?l=llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/feeds/113624702853938805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19247016&amp;postID=113624702853938805' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/113624702853938805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/113624702853938805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/320/SPIDER%20MAN%203%20VILLAIN%20Flint%20Marko.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here you go lads and lasses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blokes and Blokets(huh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dudes and dudines(interesting fact, dudine is the official female word for dude)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I present to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SANDMAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he hot? eh? eh? eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was kidding, or was I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUM DUM DUM!                                               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Just for those who don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandman turns into sand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can do that to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lied, my bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other villain is going to be Venom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's like the bad version of Spiderman&lt;br /&gt;                                        &lt;br /&gt;Oh, and he'll be played by Topher Grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                        &lt;br /&gt;That's all folks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao(pronounced chow, jus in case you didn't know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasta La Vista baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And good night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19247016-113573177389051044?l=llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/feeds/113573177389051044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19247016&amp;postID=113573177389051044' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/1600/firedexpression.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/320/firedexpression.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/1600/Kong%20and%20Rex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/320/Kong%20and%20Rex.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hey hey hey, that great day has finally rolled along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE GOT UP AT SEVEN IN THE MORNING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times good times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate our annual bowl of sugar coated crap(Froot Loops)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUm DUm DUm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opened the presents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that was really fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I got a GREAT big book that has ALL books from the Chronicles of Narnia(Its HeAVY, you could knock a Llama out with it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And Four, counting four, DVDs: The Great Escape, Jakob the Liar, The Princess Bride, and Arlington Road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Two Cds: Best of Johnny Cash, and Third Day Wherever You Are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A wickedly sweet address book(from my sister)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And a Tom Clancy book, Red Rabbit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So there you have it, if you all want to share your blessed Christmas day with me, I would LOVE to hear from you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cheers, God Bless, and keep your stick on the ice(good ol Red and Green),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19247016-113553305450287886?l=llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/feeds/113553305450287886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19247016&amp;postID=113553305450287886' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/113553305450287886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/113553305450287886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas-all-ye-blokes.html' title='MERRY CHRISTMAS ALL YE BLOKES!'/><author><name>Silly Nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755663666488758612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19247016.post-113522994691340180</id><published>2005-12-21T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T21:39:06.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another story I wrote(lucky you guys)</title><content type='html'>Today I sat down for a few hours to write this story. And what better thing to do than to share with all you lucky folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eagle's Wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Written by Nicolas Lucky&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything played out in slow motion as Raphael walked down the aisles toward the altar. The church was ablaze with colors of all shades. Hues of red, blue, green, and yellow shot across the room, fired from the stained glass window above the altar, loaded with the radiance of the sun beating lovingly on the earth. Every pew was full with family and friends, all beaming as Raphael stepped up to the front. He even saw his little cousin wave her tiny, pink hand from the second row on the left side. He smiled and waved back.&lt;br /&gt;Trumpets, organs, violins, and mandolins played in the background, complimenting the moment, building up the suspense, the tension, the anticipation.&lt;br /&gt;Any moment, she would step through the door at the back of the sanctuary. Any moment, her presence would enter, his heart would flutter, and his body would feel faint with love. Love for his love. Just another sec...&lt;br /&gt;Without warning, the back door slowly opened, the music swelled, encamping its notes into the very souls of those present. The doors opened wide, and there she was. His love. His bride-to-be.&lt;br /&gt;Eliza.&lt;br /&gt;Raphael felt his heart beat faster, faster, and his soul soar higher, oh so much higher. With an impossible grace manageable only by angels, she stepped lightly down the aisle. Her bare feet didn't even look like they sank into the crimson carpet. She just floated, gliding over the ground. Raphael gulped. She was coming closer, closer, closer. Her body seemed to pull all colors in the room towards her, encompassing her being with the cadence of radiant beauty and light.&lt;br /&gt;She was too beautiful for words, the absolute pinnacle of loveliness. His bride to be, his love, his cherished one, the one who would complete him, and he her.&lt;br /&gt;A match made in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;He thought he was going to die when she smiled at him, that his heart would stop beating. But he didn't die, and grateful he was. Her eyes spoke to him. They screamed words of love and whispered of undying, unflinching commitment. She was nearly there, next to him, beside him. Then she was, and his chest burned in a flame of infatuation, fueled by the breath of her heart being so close to his.&lt;br /&gt;The priest spoke, but words Raphael did not hear, and neither she. Their eyes were locked together, lost to the world. The only words the groom heard were these, and he nearly fainted when they were spoken.&lt;br /&gt;Do you take this woman to be your wife?&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I do," he heard himself say, still enraptured by Eliza's stare, her gorgeous eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Then there were the next words, the words she would speak to seal the agreement between themselves.&lt;br /&gt;Do you take this man to be your husband?&lt;br /&gt;Her lips moved imperceptibly, without hurry, savouring the words of her pledge as if she were eating a crisp, red apple, dripping with honey.&lt;br /&gt;But before her mouth could form even one word, she was interrupted by a deafening, thunderous noise that shook the congregation, awakening all from this picture of glory. Every head turned up to the roof, including bride and groom. The entire roof had been torn away, and a dragon towering at incredible heights stood over all, looking down, glaring with eyes of flaming embers. Its black skin was as dark as the blackest of nights and cracked like the landscapes of hell. For an eternal second, nothing moved, not even the tiny little cockroach in the basement below ground. Then the mighty, terrible beast raised its head to the sky and roared a roar so awful, so frightening, so full of unearthly evil, that not one person in the church failed to cover their ears. Then it spoke, this hellish beast spoke, its voice dripping with contempt and unspeakable evil.&lt;br /&gt;"Hear all," it growled, blowing horrible drags of stagnant breath over everything. "For myself I claim this bride, whom ye have prepared so futily for this day."&lt;br /&gt;The massive dragon's right hand reached into the church and grabbed Eliza, the bride, the beauty hundreds from all over came to see be wed to Raphael.&lt;br /&gt;"Noooooooo," screamed Raphael. "Nooooooooo! Don't take her!"&lt;br /&gt;The creature beat its wings, creating a wind strong enough to knock everyone off their feet and out of the pews to the floor.&lt;br /&gt;"I am Tabor," boomed the dragon. "This is my prize which I have claimed. Follow not."&lt;br /&gt;Then he was gone, into the sky, with a screaming Eliza in his hands.&lt;br /&gt;For what seemed like several eternities, an earsplitting silence erupted, exploding in a myriad of devastation, cascading disbelief and utter dread like a harsh rain.&lt;br /&gt;Finally the silence was broken by the wails of one man, the man on his hands and knees by the altar. The broken, shattered cry of someone who's love was just taken, stolen before his eyes on the day of the celebration of their union. The wail rose to a scream of sadness and anger, a cry of loss. There was not one man or woman or child in the church that did not feel a stab at their hearts. Not one did not share in the feeling of loss this one man, this Raphael felt. The wail collapsed like a staggering horse, ending up as a low, throaty cry. A cry, so quiet, yet, so loud. A cry that spread like dominoes to each person.&lt;br /&gt;Then, with a heave, the groom rose to his feet, wiping tears from his wet face. Not a single drop dripped from his eyes now. Sadness had been overtaken by a righteous anger, kindled by a determination so fierce, hell itself would have to compensate. Everyone could see it to. They could see it in the eyes of this man, this groom.&lt;br /&gt;This Raphael.&lt;br /&gt;With a cry so deafening, so loud it nearly rivaled that of Tabor's, Raphael shouted out.&lt;br /&gt;"Hear this, o' Tabor, spawn of hell. I will chase you to the ends of the earth, to the depths of the deepest ocean, to the far reaches of space to get my love back. No sanctuary can hide you, o' stealer of my love. Nothing will stand in my way. Nothing will stop me, o' purloiner of pure infatuation."&lt;br /&gt;Raphael's hands were balled into fists as he shook them above his head.&lt;br /&gt;"And hear this, o' Eliza, my love, my cherished one! I will not rest, I will not lay my head down to sleep until you are safe in my arms. This I promise you."&lt;br /&gt;Without another word, Raphael ran down the aisles, back to where he had first entered, and left the church. He found a horse at the local stable, hopped on, and rode hard. He rode on, headed to the highest of high mountains to the east. The place he knew this dragon, this Tabor, had taken Eliza. The day turned to night, then day again. Then two days had passed. Then four. The mountain which is highest in all the land loomed at least another three days ahead. But Raphael didn't stop, he didn't even slow down. They crossed spreading valleys, searing deserts, rolling hills, and glaring mountains, which rose up and down before him like a seasick donkey. All this time, and not once did he rest, this man, this groom, this Raphael.&lt;br /&gt;The horse, after endless running without compromise, finally could not go another step, falling forward on his face, launching Raphael forward through the air. The man landed on his feet and kept on running, not even looking back to see how the horse was. The determination in his eyes had not lessened one bit since his shattered wedding, but rather grew like a wildfire, setting the very innards of his soul into a flaming ball of love; the very love which drove him on like a madman, desperate to regain his bride, his love, his Eliza.&lt;br /&gt;Three days came and went, eventually dragging him to the foot of the highest mountain in all the land. Looking up, Raphael saw this mountain stretching up, up, up, past the clouds. Without so much as a breath, he grabbed onto the stone of this structure, this rising mountain, and pulled his exhausted, beaten, bruised body up. How many days, how many nights that passed since the start of his ascent, he knew not. The only thought buried deep in his mind was that of Eliza, his love, his bride. When the time came where he finally reached past the cloudline, his hands were torn, bloodied from the brutal shrapnel jutting out from this mountain, this obstacle. His clothes hung off his body like curtains, weatherbeaten, soiled with countless grains of sand and muck. His chest burned with pain as his tired, tired body went on. Up the mountain he continued going, higher, higher, higher. Through all this, the thought of stopping never crossed his mind, not once did he even nurture the idea of quitting. Not now, not ever.&lt;br /&gt;His hand reached the very top first. He pulled his aching, sore, bleeding body up and over. With every ounce of strength and resolve in his body, he stood to his feet. It was then he saw him, the dragon.&lt;br /&gt;Tabor.&lt;br /&gt;The terrible creature spotted him. His eyes widened in uncloaked surprise, and he stood to his full height, towering above the little man.&lt;br /&gt;"How dare you," screamed the dragon, this Tabor. "How dare you come here in an attempt to steal my prize."&lt;br /&gt;"No," Raphael yelled back with a fierce courage so strong, even Tabor was taken aback. "No. How dare you, o' Tabor. On the moment of our union, you took my bride, my love. You have no rights to her, you have no claim! She is mine, and I am hers!"&lt;br /&gt;Silence hung in the air like a morning mist, permeating every pore on Raphael's skin. Then, before the beast could interrupt, Raphael stepped forward with an uncomprehensible boldness that actually made Tabor, this son of evil, step back.&lt;br /&gt;"Now, where is she," he cried out. "Where is Eliza, my bride."&lt;br /&gt;Tabor opened his mouth, but was cut off by the screams of a woman.&lt;br /&gt;Eliza!&lt;br /&gt;"Raphael," she cried. "Raphael, I am here!"&lt;br /&gt;The dragon stepped aside, revealing Eliza behind him, tied to a pole of stone.&lt;br /&gt;"Eliza," said Raphael under his breath. There she was, bound. Bound like a dog. If she were a dog, she would be the most beautiful dog. Raphael stepped forward again, his steps slapping the stone ground like an empty drum. Tabor moved in front of the bride, staring down Raphael with those eyes of steaming cold embers, daring him to take another step.&lt;br /&gt;And dare Raphael did. Another step he took, and another, and another.&lt;br /&gt;"You think you, who are the author of evil, can stop me when I am so obviously dripping with love for my bride?"&lt;br /&gt;Tabor raised a great scaly fist above his head, and brought it down upon Raphael. Dust erupted from the ground, brought up by the blow. When the dust settled, Raphael still stood under that hand of scales, his own hand holding the much bigger one up.&lt;br /&gt;"Love conquers all," Raphael said, hardly above a whisper. But it may as well have been a bloodcurdling cry, for Tabor heard it, and it sent him backwards, flying, flying, over the edge of the mountain. Without skipping a beat, Raphael skipped over to his bound love and untied her ropes, her bondage. He picked her up in his arms and ran towards the edge, his weak knees strengthened by the rescue of his love, his bride.&lt;br /&gt;"How do we get down," said Eliza, embracing Raphael's neck.&lt;br /&gt;They were three steps from the edge. Behind them, Tabor rose, beating his wings, huffing huge drags of breath.&lt;br /&gt;"We jump," whispered Raphael.&lt;br /&gt;She understood immediately. Love gives you wings.&lt;br /&gt;Two more steps. Tabor came closer, gaping mouth ready to devour. One more step. Tabor's jaws began to close, nearly snatching them.&lt;br /&gt;Raphael jumped.&lt;br /&gt;They both felt the wind whistling past them as they dropped, falling, falling, falling. The earth stretched below them, waiting for them to arrive. Eliza closed her eyes, but she did not scream. She trusted Raphael, her love, her groom. And if it came to dying with him, so be it.&lt;br /&gt;Something out of the corner of Raphael's eye caught his attention. But before he could see what it was, it was beneath them, and they had landed square on its back. His first thought was it was Tabor, back to kill them. But it wasn't. It was an eagle, he realized. A great, big eagle.&lt;br /&gt;The mighty bird cried out its triumph, and the bride and groom joined in, cheering for all they were worth. They weren't going to die. They were going to live!&lt;br /&gt;The bird sped through the skies towards the sunset. Towards home. Eliza embraced Raphael, the man who had braved horrible situations just to rescue her. The man who had faced death, and overcame it with love. How could she ever refuse such a person, such a man. He returned her embrace as the eagle continued on, on to the sunset, taking them home.&lt;br /&gt;Home. The place where the heart resides.&lt;br /&gt;And we, the bride of Chist, were taken by evil, stolen from the union with which we could be made whole. But Christ, not about to let his love go, endured terrible things so we wouldn't have to. He rescued us. He did this because He loves us and would, and did, die for us. What an injustice to Him if we ever refused such an act of unselfishness, such an act of love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19247016-113522994691340180?l=llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/feeds/113522994691340180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19247016&amp;postID=113522994691340180' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/113522994691340180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/113522994691340180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/2005/12/another-story-i-wrotelucky-you-guys.html' title='Another story I wrote(lucky you guys)'/><author><name>Silly Nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755663666488758612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19247016.post-113520179802464870</id><published>2005-12-21T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T13:49:58.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FEEL THE LOVE!!</title><content type='html'>Today I woke up, and I immediately felt crappy. I felt crappy pretty much the entire morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is in part because (1) I was feeling rather vexed and heavy in my spirit and (2) I was not feeling very good. I think it's a fever or something. (And I was wondering if all you wonderful people would mind praying supernatural divine healing over me. That would be super sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So finally, I decided that I had had enough feeling crappy. So instead of just slogging through the misery, I put on some praise and worship music(Tim Hughes When Silence Falls) and delighted myself in the loving arms of Jesus and the Father. As I was lying on my bed, I heard these words from Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you love me?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hesitated a second, thinking to myself of course I love Jesus, why does He even need to ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I answered, "Yes! I love you so much!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to know what he said back? Of course you do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Thank you, I love hearing that!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I burst into tears and started crying out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU, I cried over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what He said to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started screaming I LOVE YOU TOO! I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU! Over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the reason why I am sharing this is because I want to encourage all of you to tell your Lord, Saviour, and best friend Jesus Christ that you love Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wants to hear those words.&lt;br /&gt;I believe He &lt;em&gt;needs&lt;/em&gt; to hear those words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I encourage you all to spend more time with Jesus. Spend time in His presence. All you have to do is invite Him in. His heart is bursting with love for you. His heart aches for you, longs for you, calls to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings from your brother in Christ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19247016-113520179802464870?l=llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/feeds/113520179802464870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19247016&amp;postID=113520179802464870' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/113520179802464870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/113520179802464870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/2005/12/feel-love.html' title='FEEL THE LOVE!!'/><author><name>Silly Nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755663666488758612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19247016.post-113514505886875318</id><published>2005-12-20T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T22:04:18.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day in the life of......zzzzzzzzzzzz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/1600/Right%20hand%20Minotaur.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; 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It's quite long-ish, so if you manage to get through it all, let me know what you thought(and you can be honest, my feelings WILL NOT be hurt.) So yeah, I hope you enjoy(and if you don't, that's cool too) Ooo, an idea, if you aren't very fickle about wasting ink on junk I write, you could print it out. just a thought....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;Nick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Path&lt;br /&gt;Written by Nick Lucky&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garrett hummed a happy tune as he walked down the path. The path was a narrow one, with thick trees lining the sides so that he couldn't see through to the other side on either side. As he walked and hummed, he replayed the command the Wise One of his village had told him in his mind.&lt;br /&gt;Do not leave the path, no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't seem like a problem to Garrett. After all, it didn't even look like there was a way to leave the path anyways. He was to follow this path till he reached the gates of the Great Kingdom, where the mighty King of all the Land was expecting him.&lt;br /&gt;Not a problem.&lt;br /&gt;He brushed his white robe free of dirt and slung his burlap sack over his shoulder, still humming. After a short while, he stopped humming and started singing. The sound of his harmonious voice broke the silence of the path, erupting the peace with a pleasant song he made up on the spot. His father and mother were always praising him for his ability to carry a tune. And it certainly was true, he did have a gift, an extroardinary gift.&lt;br /&gt;He sang for three hours, enjoying the walk and finding visual pleasure in the greenness of the trees to his left and right. Birds sang along to his song, chirping loudly, not wanting to hide their gifts as well. But it was at the end of that three hours that Garrett noticed a different noise. Instead of the swish of the leaves of the trees in the wind, or the chirp of the birds, or even his own voice, he heard something he hadn't heard in hours.&lt;br /&gt;Other people.&lt;br /&gt;But where could they be? They weren't on the path before him, and certainly not behind him. As he walked further, he heard the voices more clearly. It sounded like it came from the other side of the trees to his left. As he walked a little further down, he noticed a big gap in the trees and saw what looked like a path on the other side. A very large path that ran parrallel with the one he was currently on.&lt;br /&gt;Garrett stopped when he came to the centre of the gap and looked through. He saw a large group of about twenty men, and they were all standing outside of a big house. It was a large house, and at the very top was a sign painted in red. In big, bold letters, it said this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Come, one and all. My husband is gone on a trip for a long, long time and he won't be back anytime soon. Share my love and satisfy your flesh with mine.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another second later, a woman dressed in a scarlet dress walked out onto the front porch. As she walked, she swaggered sensually, being sure to capture the lustful gaze of all who stood before her. Her hair was let loose over her shoulders and her perfume crept across the entire group before her. The smell was so strong, that even Garrett caught a wiff. Without thinking, his legs started to walk forward slowly towards the woman. But then he caught himself as the words of the Wise One came back to him. Only evil lies beyond the narrow path. Garrett stepped back onto his path and watched as the lady in red walked back into the house, with the entire group of men trailing behind her, drooling at the mouth. Garrett turned his eyes and continued walking down his path, the images of what he had seen playing over in his mind.&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I leave this path, even for just a second. Why do they get to satisfy the call of their flesh while I have to stay on this path and watch as other people have fun.&lt;br /&gt;This thought and more ran through Garrett's mind as he walked. Eventually, all that had played out before him began to fade, and he was back to singing. For hours he walked and sang, thinking about what the King of the Land could possibly want with him. He was only the son of a skinner who spent most of his life skinning animals to make blankets and coats for his village. Nothing special. Certainly not anybody whom would be worthy enough to step into the presence of the mighty King. His thoughts were interrupted when he came across three men wearing the same white robes as he. They were sitting on the path, facing another gap in the trees to the left, like the last. Garret walked up to them and sat on the ground next to them.&lt;br /&gt;"Greetings, friends," said Garrett pleasantly. "I'm Garrett."&lt;br /&gt;The one closest to him extended his hand, and Garrett took it. "My name is David. These two next to me are my brothers, Percy and West."&lt;br /&gt;Garrett rose to one knee and shook both of their hands, smiling to both. "Nice to meet you, Percy. West." He sat back down on his rump and looked through the space in the trees they were parked in front of. Beyond the hole was a path, roughly the same size as the other one he had come across earlier in the day. On that path was a beautiful house, made of stone and fine wood. Covering the grounds in front of the house was a garden, filled with trees, shrubs, and bushes. Pretty much anything that was pretty and green was in this garden. Garrett noticed apples glistening in the sun as they hung off of their branches, ripe and ready for the picking. Set out in a seemingly random setup were golden statues, about five feet tall, standing amidst the green shrubbery.&lt;br /&gt;Garrett looked back at the three brothers. "So, what are you guys doing?"&lt;br /&gt;Percy spoke up, a smile playing on his face. "We're waiting for the old man tending the garden to go back inside so we can, ahem, borrow some of his apples and statues."&lt;br /&gt;Garrett looked back through the gap and saw that an old man was indeed amongst the green of the garden. He hadn't noticed him the last time he looked. David tapped Garrett's shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;"You want in on some of the action? Those statues would probably go for thousands each."&lt;br /&gt;It sounded good, but the Wise One's instructions called out louder in his mind. Garrett shook his head no. "No thanks, I think I'll be going now."&lt;br /&gt;"Suit yourself," said David.&lt;br /&gt;Garrett decided to do just that, and continued on his way. Maybe I should go back. Those apples did look pretty good, and those statues would probably go for more than thousands.&lt;br /&gt;No. He would remain on the path.&lt;br /&gt;Garrett decided he would not disobey the Wise One's advice, no matter how "unproductive" it seemed. Within an hour, the three brothers, David, Percy, and West, were at the back of his mind. He wasn't singing anymore, but the birds certainly were. His stomach rumbled, crying out for Garrett to eat something. He stopped, grabbed a loaf of bread from his bag, and continued on his way.&lt;br /&gt;Night was starting to creep in, and Garrett looked on as the last remnants of the sun began to tuck itself into bed. Within minutes it was dark, and Garrett was now using a lantern to guide him on the path. The light from his lantern became swallowed in the darkness the further away it floated from its source.&lt;br /&gt;The first signs of weariness and fatigue tapped him on the shoulder, and Garrett let off a yawn. Then another. And then just one more for good meaure. Finally, his tiredness got the best of him and he decided to lie down at the edges of the path. Within minutes he slipped into sleep, cradling his bag like a teddy bear.&lt;br /&gt;Whether he had been asleep for a few hours or a few minutes he didn't know, but he soon awakened to the sound of soft footsteps walking up the path. He opened his eyes and saw a dark figure walking along the path. The man was dressed in a dark robe, and he was barefoot. Garrett waited for the man to pass before he got up and started following. He walked quietly, keeping the dark figure in sight. After a while, the man stopped running and went down on one knee, his gaze focused in the line of trees to the left. Another gap? Garrett crept forward until he came within earshot of the man.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey you," whispered Garrett. "What are you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;The man put a finger to his lips and uttered a quick shush. Garrett didn't say another word until he arrived right next to the man. "What are you doing?" he asked again.&lt;br /&gt;The man pulled back his hood, revealing a hawk-nosed face with a scar running down his right cheek. He pointed through the trees. "On the other side is a man who is stargazing, and I am going to kill him."&lt;br /&gt;"Why," asked Garrett.&lt;br /&gt;"Because he's rich and I'm not; and I don't like him." He turned to Garrett. "Wanna help? You can have half of whatever he's got on him."&lt;br /&gt;Garrett looked where the hawk-nosed guy was pointing, and thought about it for a moment. He was going to run out of food soon, and he would need the money. But to kill someone for it? The Wise One had said that only evil lurked on the outside of the narrow path, so it couldn't be all that bad to kill someone evil, right? Don't leave the path. But I might need the money soon? he thought. Evil lurks outside the path that is narrow. Do not leave the path.&lt;br /&gt;Garrett once again refused an offer to cross to the other side and benefit himself with a shake of his head. The hawk-nosed man shrugged his shoulders, but said no more. Garrett returned to his sleeping spot and went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;When the sun came up, Garrett was up and already on his way. The sun was bright and beautiful, promising a new day. As he walked, he thought about the three times he had the opportunity to pleasure himself or put a little coin in his pocket. What was so wrong with doing that? If those on the path were of evil, then it would be quite justified to kill them, right? Something inside him told him otherwise. Was this a test of sorts? Was the Wise One testing him to see if he was able to obey his commands by staying on the path? If that were the case, then it was a good thing he didn't do any of that stuff. But, why was it he had to stay on the path, while others got to go and satisfy themselves with whatever they desired. Garrett had to admit, the woman in the red dress did look gorgeous, and the perfume she wore called to him with a voice nearly unrefusable. But he didn't go and join the others, all because someone told him to not leave the path. Sure the path was scenic, and the birds were pleasant company when it came to singing along with him, but it just didn't seem like as much fun. Can evil really be that bad? Who made the choice as to what was bad and what was good anyways? As these thoughts rebounded inside his head, he spotted in the distance a big, white gate, decorated with gold and diamonds which shone from the morning sun. As Garrett walked closer, the gate grew much larger, until finally he was standing right before it. He felt very small next to this massive display. It had no handles to open it, and it certainly looked way to heavy to push. But then he noticed a small, simple piece of paper nailed to the bars at about head height. Garrett drew closer and read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Knock, and the door shall be opened to you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garrett reached out and knocked lightly on the wrought iron bars. Without a sound, the gate opened. Before him, beyond the gate, lay a gorgeous city with buildings white as pearls and roads made of gold. Everything became surreal as he slowly walked forward, not quite comprehending what he was seeing.&lt;br /&gt;"Welcome to the Kingdom of Heaven," said a voice to his right. Garrett looked and a young man with hair white as snow stepped forward, grinning ear to ear, hand outstretched. Garrett took it in greeting, but he didn't remember doing so, he was so shocked.&lt;br /&gt;"I am Peter, and I have been instructed to take you to the court of the King of all the Land," said the man with the white hair.&lt;br /&gt;"Okay," said Garrett, half mumbling. Before he knew it, he was standing in the courts of the mighty King. Fountains danced everywhere and doves flew overhead, cooing softly.&lt;br /&gt;"Sit my son," said the King, offering Garrett a seat right next to him. "I'm sure you have questions."&lt;br /&gt;Garrett did have questions. The images of the three instances he had been tempted to leave the path came to mind, and he told the King of all of these. The mighty King listened intently as Garrett spoke of them. In closing, Garrett asked him the question that had been burning in his skull pretty much the entire journey.&lt;br /&gt;"Why, O Mighty King, why do those who do evil get what they want? Why do they get to satisfy themselves by leaving the narrow path? Why couldn't I have joined them and satisfied myself? I don't want to appear selfish in any way, my King, but this really bothers me."&lt;br /&gt;The King sat back, a look of understanding on his face. "I understand why you may be confused, but you shouldn't be. Did you happen to see what happened after each of those instances?"&lt;br /&gt;Garrett shook his head. "No, my King."&lt;br /&gt;Well, in the case of the men going after the woman in the red dress, when she had slept with every single one of them, she slit each of their throats while they slept and burned the house down. For her house is the way to hell, and all who follow her inside, never come back out."&lt;br /&gt;All Garrett could say was, "Oh." Then he remembered the brothers. "And the three brothers who were going to steal from that old man?"&lt;br /&gt;The King cleared his throat and stroked his great, white beard. "When they left the garden, having stolen all they desired, a lion came and devoured each of them, ripping them apart. For the Evil One goes around like a lion, looking out for whomever he may devour."&lt;br /&gt;"And the man who killed the stargazer that night?"&lt;br /&gt;"When the man you met pulled his dagger out of the stargazer's back, a dragon swooped in from the night sky and snatched him in its jaws."&lt;br /&gt;Garrett stared as he processed this. "So they did get punished for their acts of immorality?"&lt;br /&gt;The King nodded.&lt;br /&gt;"I see," said Garrett. "Well that answers my questions, and I now understand why I shouldn't ever leave the path. So now, why did you send for me?"&lt;br /&gt;The King stood and wrapped his arms around Garrett, like a father would a son. "I wanted to see if you were like the rest of the world who are consumed with sin. But, since you are pure and right and listen to words of wisdom, I shall reward you greatly. Come with me to my dinner table and eat my food and drink my drinks. You are well-deserving of it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enter through the gate that is narrow. Wide is the gate and the road that leads to hell, and many fall onto that path and walk through that gate. But the gate and the road that is narrow leads to true life. Few find this road.&lt;br /&gt;-Matthew 7:13-14&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19247016-113489718754411227?l=llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/feeds/113489718754411227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19247016&amp;postID=113489718754411227' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/113489718754411227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/113489718754411227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/2005/12/path.html' title='The Path'/><author><name>Silly Nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755663666488758612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19247016.post-113477247023948006</id><published>2005-12-16T14:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T14:34:30.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A word from God</title><content type='html'>Hey everybody. I was just spending some time in the presence of the Lord, and He told me someone I know is feeling a mixture of fear, depression, and anger right now, and things are just not as peachy as they could be. I don't know who it is, but I thought if I posted that here, and if anyone of you feels that that was for you, I want to let you know that Jesus saw that, and he wants to take care of that. I'm totally open to talk with if you feel comfortable, and I'll pray with you. So you can phone me or email me, to let me know, and I could pray with you over the phone or soemthing, because Jesus is not limited by anything. So yeah, just thought I would share that. God Bless you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your brother in Christ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19247016-113477247023948006?l=llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/feeds/113477247023948006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19247016&amp;postID=113477247023948006' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/113477247023948006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/113477247023948006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/2005/12/word-from-god.html' title='A word from God'/><author><name>Silly Nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755663666488758612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19247016.post-113476854480080871</id><published>2005-12-16T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T13:29:04.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day in the life of Mwaa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Alrighty, I'm going to write about my day and what I do because I was told by somebody that the pictures I'm posting are getting old and whatever. So yeah, here we go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My day started out when I got up this morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Like I always do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Every.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Single.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And then I showered, had a gourmet breakfast of Rice Krispies(snap, krackle, pop, kaboom!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Next came getting picked up by my good friends the Holmes who took me to theatre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Where I learned to swing dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And got a temper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Which I calmed after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sorta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh, don't get me wrong, swing dancing is fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When you know how to do it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So now I have to learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Because it looked like everybody was having fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Except for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I was cranky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But then I got better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm just greatful my partner knew what she was doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And she didn't have a temper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Very grateful for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;On my way home from that, I ate my sister's leftover burger from Wendy's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MMmmm, so good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now I'm here, typing away on my computer, providing you with well-intenioned but probably boring details on my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you managed to stay awake throughout this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Let me know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Leave a comment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I would love to hear from you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;God Bless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19247016-113476854480080871?l=llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/feeds/113476854480080871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19247016&amp;postID=113476854480080871' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/113476854480080871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/113476854480080871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/2005/12/day-in-life-of-mwaa.html' title='A Day in the life of Mwaa!'/><author><name>Silly Nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755663666488758612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19247016.post-113459235487384723</id><published>2005-12-14T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T12:32:34.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CLone of the ATTaCk</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;OH MAN, I CAN HARDLY WAIT TILL THIS ONE COMES OUT! hehe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/1600/bush_gulfwars2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/400/bush_gulfwars2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19247016-113459235487384723?l=llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/feeds/113459235487384723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19247016&amp;postID=113459235487384723' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/113459235487384723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/113459235487384723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/2005/12/clone-of-attack.html' title='CLone of the ATTaCk'/><author><name>Silly Nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755663666488758612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19247016.post-113443708953005919</id><published>2005-12-12T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T17:24:49.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Microsoft Word for women</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                              Hehe, this one also made me giggle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/1600/MicrosoftWordforBlondes.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/400/MicrosoftWordforBlondes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings from your brother in Christ,&lt;br /&gt;Nick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19247016-113443708953005919?l=llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/feeds/113443708953005919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19247016&amp;postID=113443708953005919' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/113443708953005919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/113443708953005919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/2005/12/microsoft-word-for-women.html' title='Microsoft Word for women'/><author><name>Silly Nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755663666488758612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19247016.post-113428168934704183</id><published>2005-12-10T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T22:14:49.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls are EVIL!! haha.</title><content type='html'>This is really funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/1600/Girls%20are%20Evil.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/400/Girls%20are%20Evil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings from your brother in Christ,&lt;br /&gt;Nick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19247016-113428168934704183?l=llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/feeds/113428168934704183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19247016&amp;postID=113428168934704183' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/113428168934704183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/113428168934704183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/2005/12/girls-are-evil-haha.html' title='Girls are EVIL!! haha.'/><author><name>Silly Nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755663666488758612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19247016.post-113382424047677985</id><published>2005-12-05T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T15:10:40.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For those of you who thought you knew EVERYTHING, here's some useless information for you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;For those of you who just thought&lt;br /&gt;you knew everything,&lt;br /&gt;here's a refresher course...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;****The liquid inside young coconuts&lt;br /&gt;can be used as a substitute for&lt;br /&gt;blood plasma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;***No piece of paper can be folded in half&lt;br /&gt;more than seven (7) times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;***Donkeys kill more people annually&lt;br /&gt;than plane crashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;***You burn more calories sleeping&lt;br /&gt;than you do watching television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;***Oak trees do not produce acorns&lt;br /&gt;until they are fifty (50) years of age or older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;***The first product to have a bar code&lt;br /&gt;was Wrigley's gum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;***The king of hearts is the only king&lt;br /&gt;without a mustache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;***American Airlines saved $40,000 in 1987&lt;br /&gt;by eliminating one (1) olive&lt;br /&gt;from each salad served in first-class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;***Venus is the only planet that rotates clockwise. (Since Venus is normally associated with women, what does this tell you!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;***Apples, not caffeine,&lt;br /&gt;are more efficient at waking you up in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;***Most dust particles in your house are made from&lt;br /&gt;dead skin.***&lt;br /&gt;The first owner of the Marlboro Company&lt;br /&gt;died of lung cancer.&lt;br /&gt;So did the first "MarlboroMan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;***Walt Disney was afraid of mice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;***Pearls melt in vinegar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;***The three most valuable brand names on earth:&lt;br /&gt;Marlboro, Coca Cola, and Budweiser, in that order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;It is possible to lead a cow upstairs...&lt;br /&gt;but not downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;***A duck's quack doesn't echo,&lt;br /&gt;and no one knows why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;***Dentists have recommended that a toothbrush&lt;br /&gt;be kept at least six (6) feet away from&lt;br /&gt;a toilet to avoid airborne particles&lt;br /&gt;resulting from the flush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Richard Millhouse Nixon&lt;br /&gt;was the first U.S. president&lt;br /&gt;whose name contains all the letters&lt;br /&gt;from the word "criminal."&lt;br /&gt;The second ? William Jefferson Clinton(Please don't tell me you're SURPRISED!?!!)And the best for last.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Turtles can breathe through their butts.(I know some people like that;&lt;br /&gt;don't YOU?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Now you know everything&lt;br /&gt;there is to know. Of importance, that is !!!&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;God Bless you all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Nick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19247016-113382424047677985?l=llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/feeds/113382424047677985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19247016&amp;postID=113382424047677985' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/113382424047677985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/113382424047677985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/2005/12/for-those-of-you-who-thought-you-knew.html' title='For those of you who thought you knew EVERYTHING, here&apos;s some useless information for you.'/><author><name>Silly Nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755663666488758612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19247016.post-113375322715510783</id><published>2005-12-04T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T19:27:07.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/1600/50-trafficcam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/320/50-trafficcam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                          OUCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/1600/3-brickwall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/320/3-brickwall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                            I told you not to eat donuts and drive at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/1600/43-passwithcare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/320/43-passwithcare.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                             Oh, now I see the sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/1600/49-prison.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/320/49-prison.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                 Hey lets...or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/1600/47-copcarcrash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/320/47-copcarcrash.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                              I swear to drunk I'm not God, and I was by no means eating donuts....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19247016-113375322715510783?l=llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/feeds/113375322715510783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19247016&amp;postID=113375322715510783' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/113375322715510783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/113375322715510783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/2005/12/ouch-i-told-you-not-to-eat-donuts-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Silly Nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755663666488758612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19247016.post-113364384703187699</id><published>2005-12-03T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T13:04:07.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More pics that make me giggle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/1600/1-stop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/320/1-stop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                                       Stop! No, don't stop! Stop then don't stop...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/1600/35-uhoh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/320/35-uhoh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                                       His parking job overall not so good. His start waslooking good, but he screwed his ending up on that last one there. Overall, I give a 6.4 skill rating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/1600/26-deltaforce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/320/26-deltaforce.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                       &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Killer Hamster! So cute, yet, so deadly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/1600/25-stalker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/320/25-stalker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                                            Bongo the bear decided that living &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;among his kind became boring and trite. Eating berries, hunting rodents and deer all day, and sleeping in the winter no longer held its flare. So now, he decided a change was needed. It was time to be human!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/1600/12-bewareofdog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/320/12-bewareofdog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                                                        Isn't he adorable? I call him Killer the kitty. He's harmless, I swear....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19247016-113364384703187699?l=llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/feeds/113364384703187699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19247016&amp;postID=113364384703187699' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/113364384703187699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/113364384703187699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/2005/12/more-pics-that-make-me-giggle.html' title='More pics that make me giggle'/><author><name>Silly Nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755663666488758612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19247016.post-113357143017743483</id><published>2005-12-02T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T16:57:10.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/1600/larryking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/320/larryking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                      &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Can you guess who this is? That's right, he's none other than Larry King (this time without those awsome suspenders he always wears)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/1600/ShinBreak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/320/ShinBreak.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bummer! I'd hate to see this guy's therapy bills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/1600/elephantdung.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/320/elephantdung.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                     &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What a sad way to go, killed by a tonnage of elephant poo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/1600/52-badjudgment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/320/52-badjudgment.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                                                   Everyone always said Jimbo the truck driver was an idiot. Oh well, Jesus loves him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/1600/45-nohunting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/320/45-nohunting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                                                  Dangit, Thelma! They've put a restriction on hunting children. ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19247016-113357143017743483?l=llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/feeds/113357143017743483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19247016&amp;postID=113357143017743483' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/113357143017743483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/113357143017743483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/2005/12/can-you-guess-who-this-is-thats-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Silly Nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755663666488758612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19247016.post-113346553303288474</id><published>2005-12-01T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T11:32:13.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Bunch of Great pix I found</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/1600/65-trumpsdog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/320/65-trumpsdog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/1600/37-blond.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/320/37-blond.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/1600/29-krispykrime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/320/29-krispykrime.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/1600/42-drinker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/320/42-drinker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/1600/64-hungryroad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/320/64-hungryroad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19247016-113346553303288474?l=llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/feeds/113346553303288474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19247016&amp;postID=113346553303288474' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/113346553303288474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/113346553303288474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/2005/12/another-bunch-of-great-pix-i-found.html' title='Another Bunch of Great pix I found'/><author><name>Silly Nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755663666488758612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19247016.post-113276385872021149</id><published>2005-11-23T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T08:37:38.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peeing puppy</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, I thought it would be fun to entertain you with some good, wholesome fun by showing you this picture of a peeing puppy. Isn't that cute? Can't say I envy the owner of that computer though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/1600/4-cutedog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5079/1901/320/4-cutedog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless and all my love as a brother in Christ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19247016-113276385872021149?l=llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/feeds/113276385872021149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19247016&amp;postID=113276385872021149' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/113276385872021149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/113276385872021149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/2005/11/peeing-puppy.html' title='Peeing puppy'/><author><name>Silly Nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755663666488758612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19247016.post-113276258044719158</id><published>2005-11-23T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T08:16:20.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dawn of a new blog!! Just what we all needed!</title><content type='html'>Hey hey everybody bored or unlucky enough to stumble across my new blog. This is the first posting and I feel like typing a few words of meaningless meaninglessness. So there you have it! Keep checking in on my blog and hopefully I'll come back with some near worthwhile stuff for you all to read up on and, well, waste your life on. So there you have it. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and if you all could just leave a brief message saying hi or some other pleasant thing like that just to let me know you've found my blog and have allowed me to join the league of bloggers(you honorable people) that would be super fantasticly great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless and all my love as a brother in Christ to you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19247016-113276258044719158?l=llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/feeds/113276258044719158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19247016&amp;postID=113276258044719158' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/113276258044719158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247016/posts/default/113276258044719158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamaspitztastegooey.blogspot.com/2005/11/dawn-of-new-blog-just-what-we-all.html' title='Dawn of a new blog!! Just what we all needed!'/><author><name>Silly Nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755663666488758612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
