<?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-7542352</id><updated>2011-12-14T20:41:43.657-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumb as a box of...... Rocket Scientists?!?</title><subtitle type='html'>My thoughts on life, relationships, and everything else!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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>113</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-1830596336047839531</id><published>2007-04-25T14:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T15:01:36.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why can't we be friends?</title><content type='html'>It's the question almost always asked at some point after a break-up.....Can be stay "just friends" after this? I am wondering this right now. ok, so a few weeks ago, a couple days after my last post, we broke up. well, actually let me backtrack. I told him he had to make a decision because I wasn't going to wait fo him to make a decision for forever and I had more important things to worry about than his indecisiveness. Yes, this was harsh, but It's how we both are.  anywho, he tells me to come over so  we can talk so i do. we decide just to take it slow and date or hang out, and then after a huge misunderstanding where he thought I said everything we ever did was meaningless everything seemed OK...almost. then the next day I call to see what time we were leaving to go somewhere and yells at me.... The real me....that didn't go so well and when i went to his house he pouted and broke it off with me. I was done and of course, went back to the partying, flirting, career driven me. so i hadn't heard from him in over a week, and he removed me from his friends list on MYSPACE (how low is that?)and everything, then BOOM! one night i am out with the girls swapping crappy man stories over a blue hawiian, and I get a text message out of nowhere from him making sure I don't hate him. I ask the same thing and after calling, him, accidentally hanging up, and calling back to apologize to his voicemail, We go on just texting occasional updated to each other (I am still not back on his myspace, and I am so not asking for an add). Well, today, he texts me to ask if we can hang out tomorrow. I told him to call me with a plan and we will see. most of my friends think it's a booty call or mind games, but the closest ones to both of us thinks he might actually miss me. I am ok with us hanging out and everything, but it would take alot for me to ever go back to him. he would have to prove to me that his is every bit as willing as I am to try to fix things and would have to prove that he can be the man in my previous post all of the time, not just once in a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-1830596336047839531?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/1830596336047839531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=1830596336047839531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/1830596336047839531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/1830596336047839531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2007/04/why-cant-we-be-friends.html' title='Why can&apos;t we be friends?'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-117579690751113274</id><published>2007-04-05T12:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T14:18:11.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The "Let's take a break"  BS and what I deserve</title><content type='html'>I know I haven't posted in forever, but i feel it's time to revive this blog....Way to much going on not to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the dumbest concept ever....The relationship "break". Either break up with me, or don't. It's up to you...but DON'T pull the "I don't know what I want, so I think I need a period of time where I make you wait to see if I miss you", this makes even less since if you keep talking to me during this "break". I hate the break....I DISPISE the break. to me, a break is prolonging the agony of a break up. This is my attitude given my current situation. OK, so I was dating this guy for 6 weeks to the day. It was one of those met one night, waited two weeks to get together then spent every moment since together things. For those who know me well, have read this blog before it was edited, or read all three blogs, you know this is a very odd occurance for me. I am the "ok, whatever...I pretend to care but I really don't" queen. Problem here is... I cared, like genuinely cared. He wasnt married, He never cheated, He didn't even go psycho on me.....but I did on him. I think It's just impossible for me to be happy ..period... I have to screw it up...but anyways...back to the point. After my stressed induced fits, he decides we need a break so he can think without me there. I told him I would rather break up and if we get back together eventually, then fine. but no.....he wants the dreaded break, so I reluctantly agree (yet again...so not me). I am day three into this break thing and I have done more thinking than he probably has. It's kinda hard since He still calls me  and yes I did call him for 5 seconds yesterday, but just to apologize for sounding bitchy when he called me and to tell him I do want to be friends afterwards, We had alot of fun hanging out with his friends and alone even. with all this "thinking time" I have decided to go back to my old ways, like pre-sexy sgt. McDreamy old me. I am career driven, goal oriented, and if you can't go with it...tough...I just really don't care. When you prove you care about me, I might open up and start to care about you. I know what I want in a man. I know what I need and what kind of man it would take to survive long term. I need attention, I need to know I am the most important woman in the room to you, I need to know that you will stand by me through the all-nighters, the finals weeks and the 100+ hour school and work weeks. These are not only the things I need from a man, but I think they are things I deserve, and things I would willingly give in return if given to me. Short term is fun, and I probably should stick with it, but it doesn't always stay short term and that's when bad things happen. no one get's what they want or expect, then you waste time, money, and oppertunities trying to figure out what you want with "breaks". If this one ends up coming back to me, then good. He knows what he is dealing with and is willing to be that man, which honestly I think he easily could be. I have took responsibility for my actions, made my expectations clear and have done my part, so now it's his turn to decide what he wants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-117579690751113274?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/117579690751113274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=117579690751113274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/117579690751113274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/117579690751113274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2007/04/lets-take-break-bs-and-what-i-deserve.html' title='The &quot;Let&apos;s take a break&quot;  BS and what I deserve'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-115398187390541572</id><published>2006-07-27T00:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T01:31:13.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>this really makes me angry!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://articles.news.aol.com/news/_a/grandson-alleges-famed-socialite-is/20060726161509990001?ncid=NWS00010000000001"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt; article I just read really upset me, not only because I can't stand to hear about people suffering, but because is so common but overlooked. This woman is not only a prominant socialite, but lived by the motto "money is like manure, it should be spread around". She donated money to the arts, to the elderly, tried to make a difference. someone who did so much should be given every comfort possible, not sleeping on a urine soaked couch because her son is too busy spending her money to make sure she is taken care of. That is one thing I have learned so far working with the elderly, no matter what your income, or contribution to society, when you become old and frail you are at the mercy of your family and/or caregivers. If they don't care, you won't be cared for. It makes me cry just thinking about it, and few things make me genuinely cry. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://articles.news.aol.com/news/_a/homeless-man-reaps-rewards-for-honest/20060725100809990030"&gt;Another story &lt;/a&gt;I read made me feel a little better tho. A Homeless man found $21000 in bonds returned them. he received a $100 reward, but then received over $4000 in money from other people who heard his story. sometimes you benefit more than expected from doing the right thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-115398187390541572?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/115398187390541572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=115398187390541572' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/115398187390541572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/115398187390541572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-really-makes-me-angry.html' title='this really makes me angry!'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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-7542352.post-115337429856891131</id><published>2006-07-19T23:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T00:44:58.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the strangest religion I have ever heard of......and it's a MAJOR one!!</title><content type='html'>Yes, I am speaking of scientology. crap, i have issues with even capitalizing it becuse it's such a scam. you don't even find out what you believe in until you have paid thousands of dollars.  I have been meaning to do this post since I did my Agnostic paper and a woman in my class did hers over scientology. I read her info before her presentation AND WAS UPHAULED!!! The information I am about to put in this post is true to my knowledge, and has came from many, many sources that all state the same (including the AWESOME South Park episode that reminded me to post this.....those guys did their research!) so here goes. &lt;br /&gt;Scientology was founded by science fiction writer L. Ron Hubbard, and you can tell, since the foundation sounds like a story you might read with your 8 year old at bedtime.  &lt;a href="http://www.holysmoke.org/cos/scientology-lies-and-deceives.htm"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; site gives the best detail I have found yet, and here is an excerpt about the core of Scientology belief. "75 million years ago, there was an alien galactic ruler named Xenu who was in charge of 76 planets in our sector of the galaxy, including planet Earth, whose name at that time was Teegeeack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the planets Xenu controlled were over-populated by, on average, 178 billion people. Social problems dictated that Xenu rid his sector of the galaxy of this overpopulation problem, so he developed a plan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xenu sent out Tax Audit demands to all these billions of people. As each one entered the audit centers for the income tax inspections, the people were seized, held down and injected with a mixture of alcohol and glycol, and frozen. Then, all 13.5 trillion of these frozen people were put into spaceships that looked exactly like DC8 airplanes, except that the spaceships had rocket engines instead of propellers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xenu's entire fleet of DC8-like spaceships then flew to planet Earth, where the frozen people were dumped in and around volcanoes in the Canary Islands and the Hawaiian Islands. When Xenu's Air Force had finished dumping the bodies into the volcanoes, hydrogen bombs were dropped into the volcanoes and the frozen space aliens were destroyed. However, Xenu's plan involved setting up electronic traps in Teegeeack's atmosphere which were designed to trap the souls or spirits of the dead space aliens. When the 13.5 trillion spirits were being blown around on the nuclear winds, the electronic traps worked like a charm and captured all the souls in the electronic, sticky fly-paper like traps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spirits of the aliens were then taken to huge multiplex cinemas that Xenu had previously instructed his forces to build on Teegeeack. In these movie theaters the spirits had to spend many days watching special 3-D movies, the purpose of which was twofold: 1) to implant into these spirits a false reality, i.e. the reality that WOGS (Hubbard's derisory term for anyone not a Scientologists) know on Earth today; and, 2) to control these spirits for all eternity so that they could never cause trouble for Xenu in this sector of the Galaxy. During these films, many false pictures were implanted into these spirits, which resulted in the spirits believing in all the things that control mankind on Earth today, including religion. The concept of religion, including God, Christ, Mohammed, Moses etc., were all an implanted false reality that to this very minute is used to control WOGS on Earth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the films ended and the souls left the cinema, they started to stick together in clusters of a few thousand and remained that way until mankind began to inhabit the Earth. Today on Earth all the spirits of these aliens have attached themselves to our bodies and are the root cause of the false reality that all but Scientology's "Homo Novis" or OT 8's on earth experience. It is the job of all Scientologists to remove this false reality from the world by auditing each and every space alien spirit and human on earth to CLEAR not only this planet but the universe........To finish the story, the Loyal Officers of the Marcab Confederation finally discovered how evil Xenu was and overthrew him. He is now locked away in a mountain on one of the planets and kept in by a force-field powered by an eternal battery. Several of Xenu's relatives can often be found on the internet newsgroup called alt.religion.scientology or ARS for short battling Scientology daily." I think this is why Tom Cruise was always talking about the "Auditing". &lt;br /&gt;The funniest thing (in more than one way) I learned from this was if you learn about the stry of Xenu too soon, you will die of pneumonia...It's been awhile for me and i haven't had so much as a cold, so I think It's ok to kreep reading!;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Same holy smoke article calculates you would have 2,209 of these Body Thetans (the alien spirits) attached to you, making you believe the way you do. The average cost for a Scientologist to OT 8 (clear the body thetans)is a $360,000 (or $163 each)...only $2,205,000,000,000,000 to clear the whole earth! Man, Let me grab my checkbook!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Maybe the eliteness due to money is why so many celebrities are drawn in. It's a religion where everyone else really is like them....rich. Plus Scientology sets up special centers to keep them from being like everyone else. Personally, I feel like If a monetary contribution is required to find out what I believe in, my faith obviously isn't that strong, and I need to do some looking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;**disclaimer: I am not meanining to be insensitive or to make fun of another religion, but to heighten awareness of It's beliefs....If you are a scientologist, or know alot about it and differ with this post, please leave a comment ~ thnx****&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-115337429856891131?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/115337429856891131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=115337429856891131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/115337429856891131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/115337429856891131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-is-strangest-religion-i-have-ever.html' title='This is the strangest religion I have ever heard of......and it&apos;s a MAJOR one!!'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-115319212792169285</id><published>2006-07-17T22:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T22:08:48.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Finally posted!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>i just received this statement Andy rooney made on 60 minutes a couple years ago in an email a few minutes ago, and I had to post it!. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't think being a minority makes you a victim of anything except numbers. The only things I can think of that are truly discriminatory are things like the United Negro College Fund, Jet Magazine, Black Entertainment Television, and Miss Black America. Try to have things like the UnitedCaucasianCollege Fund, Cloud Magazine, White Entertainment Television, or Miss White America; and see what happens..Jesse Jackson will be knocking down your door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guns do not make you a killer. I think killing makes you a killer. You can kill someone with a baseball bat or a car, but no one is trying to ban you from driving to the ball game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe they are called the Boy Scouts for a reason, that is why there are no girls allowed. Girls belong in the Girl Scouts! ARE YOU LISTENING MARTHA BURKE? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that if you feel homosexuality is wrong, it is not a phobia, it is an opinion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the right "NOT" to be tolerant of others because they are different, weird, or tick me off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When 70% of the people who get arrested are black, in cities where 70% of the population is black, that is not racial profiling, it is the Law of Probability. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that if you are selling me a milkshake, a pack of cigarettes, a newspaper or a hotel room, you must do it in English! As a matter of fact, if you want to be an American citizen, you should have to speak English! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father and grandfather didn't die in vain so you can leave the countries you were born in to come over and disrespect ours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the police should have every right to shoot your sorry ass if you threaten them after they tell you to stop. If you can't understand the word "freeze" or "stop" in English, see the above lines. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think just because you were not born in this country, you are qualified for any special loan programs, government sponsored bank loans or tax breaks, etc., so you can open a hotel, coffee shop, trinket store, or any other business. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did not go to the aid of certain foreign countries and risk our lives in wars to defend their freedoms, so that decades later they could come over here and tell us our constitution is a living document; and open to their interpretations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't hate the rich, I don't pity the poor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know pro wrestling is fake, but so are movies and television. That doesn't stop you from watching them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Bill Gates has every right to keep every penny he made and continue to make more. If it ticks you off, go and invent the next operating system that's better, and put your name on the building. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't take a whole village to raise a child right, but it does take a parent to stand up to the kid; and smack their little behinds when necessary, and say "NO!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think tattoos and piercing are fine if you want them, but please don't pretend they are a political statement. And, please, stay home until that new lip ring heals. I don't want to look at your ugly infected mouth as you serve me French fries! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sick of "Political Correctness." I know a lot of black people, and not a single one of them was born in Africa; so how can they be "African-Americans"? Besides, Africa is a continent. I don't go around saying I am a European-American because my great, great, great, great, great, great grandfather was from Europe. I am proud to be from America and nowhere else &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you don't like my point of view, tough..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, I know, this really isn't a post....but I might have one someday! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-115319212792169285?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/115319212792169285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=115319212792169285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/115319212792169285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/115319212792169285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-finally-posted.html' title='I Finally posted!!!!!!'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-114886956885468346</id><published>2006-05-28T21:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T21:26:08.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful People</title><content type='html'>Have you ever noticed how there are some people who just seem to brighten your day, even If you didn't realize it was dull? we Have and older man who is a regular where i work, and I promise he is always one of those people. He always has a smile on his face, asks all of us about school (almost our whole shift is HS and college students) and is very polite. Today he really made my day. we were standing around and I had had a crummy week. people had huge tables of 8 or 10, would tell me how good I was, and leave me $2. he really cheered me up plus left a really big tip, which really brightened my day.  There are a few people out there who just make others feel good, and really make a difference to people without even knowing it. even just a few words of encouragement once and awhile can mean the world to someone if they need it. So, I think we should all try to be like the wonderful people. Do something positive, even if it is just smiling at someone who is a little grumpy or leaving a good tip, It might just make someones day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-114886956885468346?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/114886956885468346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=114886956885468346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/114886956885468346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/114886956885468346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2006/05/wonderful-people.html' title='Wonderful People'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-114714367002591113</id><published>2006-04-29T21:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T22:01:10.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE STUPID PEOPLE!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I don't really hate them, just what they do...and how they do it so often. Like people who stop in the middle of the road. If it's car trouble, to scare your kids, prevent a mishap, or some other logical reason on a backroad, that's ok....but a highway??? during rush hour??  for no reason! that's just dumb. And Drama makers. I have drama, I admit it, But i'm not going to go out of my way to cause it either.  I would post more on this, but I am so tired, My brain hurts, and i still have another couple hours worth of homework to do so I will have to contenue this tomorrow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-114714367002591113?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/114714367002591113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=114714367002591113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/114714367002591113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/114714367002591113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-hate-stupid-people.html' title='I HATE STUPID PEOPLE!!!'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-114211061938330019</id><published>2006-03-11T14:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T14:56:59.443-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Agnostic........Faith, not faith, lack of....what is it?</title><content type='html'>I am having to do a paper on Agnosticism, but how on earth can you write two pages on people who may or may not believe any sort of deity exists? Especially trying to make it interesting. my summary: Agnostics believe that there may or may not be a deity out there, but we are not to know because #1 there is no proof and #2 if there is one it doesn't care about us, so we shouldn't care about it. BULL!!! Can you imagine going to one of their churches? and yes, they have churches. What would you have a sermon over? you can't worship something that even you don't believe exists. plus, most Agnostics say that they would become a member of a religion if God could be proved, but isn't that one of the wonderful things about our God and our faith? we don't have prove scientifically that he exists to know he does. we have proof, thats all we need.  Another funny thing I came across was the origional religion I had. Our assignment was to pick a religion unlike our own to do a report over to promote religious tolerance. Most of the normal ones were taken when i got there and all that was left were protestant denoms i have belonged to, so i decided on extra-terrestrial religions. Five nightmares later, i switched. There is some weird stuff out there, for example: One of them believes that humans were originally a cloning experiment done by extraterrestrials and dumped here because we didn't think enough. Humans were too stupid back then. Also, we are to clone ourselves as they did (I am assuming when we become smart enough for the space aliens to like us again) so that we may be taken back to the mother planet. This is also the religion with people killing themselves to get beamed up and/or impregnated. if someone is getting impregnated by someone, it's  NOT going to be a space alien, I promise. Weird stuff. I also learned that Scientology is extraterrestrial based. Most people don't know it, even members, but at the highest level lies the belief that we came from space aliens and we are to make them happy. plus, you have to pay millions of dollars and recruit alot of people to find this out. sounds a little strange to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-114211061938330019?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/114211061938330019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=114211061938330019' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/114211061938330019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/114211061938330019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2006/03/agnosticfaith-not-faith-lack-ofwhat-is.html' title='Agnostic........Faith, not faith, lack of....what is it?'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-114057528951024433</id><published>2006-02-21T20:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T20:28:09.523-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking rules</title><content type='html'>Not only do I break rules set for me by other people, I have now resorted to breaking my own. That's one of the crappy things about adulthood....when you were younger, your parents or other adults made the rules for you. When you broke them, you either felt a little bad  because you dissappointed someone, or not at all because you almost feel like it's what you are supposed to do, rebel, all kids do it. When you finally grow up, It's different. when you break your own rules the only person you dissappoint is yourself, and that feels worse. Plus, you actually have to deal with your mistakes and can't just blame the concequences on youth. A few weeks ago, I made rules for myself of things I just wasn't going to do.....no matter what....guess what? Two weeks later, every one of them got broke. result? I feel like crap. Plus, I really cheated myself in the end. I have said it before, and I will say it again....alot of times it has it's perks, but being an adult really sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-114057528951024433?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/114057528951024433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=114057528951024433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/114057528951024433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/114057528951024433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2006/02/breaking-rules.html' title='Breaking rules'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-113892600565009274</id><published>2006-02-02T18:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T18:20:05.663-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog</title><content type='html'>Since I have this srange feeling that the diary of a stressed student entries are going to begin to outnumber the  actual "dumb as a box" legit posts, I have decided to move them to their own blog &lt;a href="http://www.nursebrisco.blogspot.com"&gt;Diary of an over-stressed student&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I will still be posting things on here, and hopefully more often, Plus the posts here will be more like the posts I did when I first started this blog (more serious, but c'mon, it's ME). So, if ya want to know How I am doing, or for some odd reason enjoyed the randomness of my latter writing, check out overstressed, otherwise, just keep reading this one, I will post eventually! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-113892600565009274?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/113892600565009274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=113892600565009274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/113892600565009274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/113892600565009274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2006/02/new-blog.html' title='New Blog'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-113875493435190948</id><published>2006-01-31T18:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T18:48:54.393-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary of an over-stressed student: entry 3~ Why can't I be black?</title><content type='html'>I'm not saying this in a racist way...I promise. some of my closest friends are black and hispanic, but why do they get treated better? and they do, especially when it comes to financial aid. Minority scholorships, united negro college fund, hispanic heritage, multi- cultural, ratio upkeep.... It all cuts me, a white girl, out. One of my friends told me it's because of the minority poverty percentage and as an initiative to keep kids off of the streets and such, but there are white kids out there facing the same problems who don't qualify for one red cent. Plus, if someone set up "The poor white kids fund", the ACLU would come down on them so fast you would think the sky is falling. You can restrict giving money to black, asian, hispanic or whatever kids, as long as you give it a good name. so unfair. If you can give me a real reason why these scholorships are there and why they are positive, I would really like to hear it, because right now my "up to here in student loans" eyes need to look for me a third job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-113875493435190948?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/113875493435190948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=113875493435190948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/113875493435190948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/113875493435190948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2006/01/diary-of-over-stressed-student-entry-3.html' title='Diary of an over-stressed student: entry 3~ Why can&apos;t I be black?'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-112421541522134400</id><published>2006-01-28T13:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T18:20:02.220-06:00</updated><title type='text'>diary of an over-stressed student: entry 2 ~ pharmacology and belly fat</title><content type='html'>Friday was a very sad day for me. I have had the stomach flu for a week now (see # 2 below) and it made me kill my first person in pharmacology class, OD'd a kid w/ antibiotics and he went fast when i misconverted pounds to kilograms. Thank goodness it was just a word problem and not real life, but still I have not made a mistake in that class yet! And it had to be with the teacher watching me! I passed with an 80% on the test I was worried about, but we get progress reports tomorrow, so I will just have to wait to see my grades. Oh, ya...and I passed my restraints lab with flying colors, if you have a comment on this email, don't post it. jk lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, over the holidays I committed the one sin that soooooo many of us take part in .....Gluttony A.K.A. eating so much food I now wear 3 pants sizes bigger than I did in September. you wpuld think after 20 years of eating actual holiday meals at the table I would know when to refuse that last piece of pie. I came up with this list of tricks we hear constantly and I have added comments on what happened when i tried them. Hopefully the good ones will help this year too, and the bad ones....well, maybe someone else will be spared the frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Take everything one step at a time- eat right, then when that’s mastered, exercise with it and contenue to add&lt;/strong&gt; this one is 100% true. It is so much easier to stick with it, plus its better to master one health goal permanently than to achieve them all for a couple weeks. Plus, keep your workout varied, it keeps you interested. why do you think celebs switch so much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. you usually lose weight when you are sick&lt;/strong&gt; especially if you have the new intestinal/stomach flu that is going around this year. I have had it for a week sofar, and with your diet consisting of soup, crackers, and slim fast if that, the pounds melt away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Diet with friends- make it a contest! &lt;/strong&gt;this only works if you both are about the same size and need to get fit in the same way, otherwise it can cause hurt feelings very quickly. Plus, It really stinks when your workout buddy has 2% body fat and your butt looks like vibrating jell-o when you use the treadmill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Eat half, save the rest for another meal&lt;/strong&gt;- really great idea when at restraunts where a meal is actually 3 or 4 servings. Also pre portioning things makes you think about how much you are eating. I feel worse having to eat a second meal rather than the double size portion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Add exercise into daily tasks&lt;/strong&gt;- it may not be equivelant to 45 minutes at the gym, but contract abs when cleaning or park in the back of the parking lot so it doesn't feel like exercise. This one is great also because it takes almost 0 time out of your day. some exercise is better than none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Add color and flavor to food- it makes you feel more full and eat less&lt;/strong&gt; this one ranks with the "goal picture". It can be good or bad. either it makes you full or want more, i guess it depends on how good it is! I suggest veggies, whole grains and tons of fiber if you are trying to make a dish more filling, far more definite without extra calories or bad stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.find something that makes you happy ( healthily ) and do it often!&lt;/strong&gt; this may work if it is a workout, or say, carrots but no, my happy thing was juice....healthy but packs on the pounds. 15 pounds later I switched to diet juice. semi-happy, but just not the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. If you cheat, cheat right! When you crave junk food, give in, but just a few bites&lt;/strong&gt; the three bite rule is my best friend! If you don't give in, you will later, and when you do, you will big time . Its better to give into 50 calories now thaan 500 later. Also keeping healthy alternatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.give up soda- just one bottle a day is over 300 calories&lt;/strong&gt; I lost 10-15 lbs because of this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Use the grill for everything &lt;/strong&gt;cuts fat and calories and tastes sooo much better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Use smaller, darker plates, it makes you think your eating a lot more than you are, why do you think buffet plates are smaller and never snow white? &lt;/strong&gt;bull&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. If you feel hungry for a snack get up, get a drink, do something, and then see if you still want it - it may be boredom or thirst.&lt;/strong&gt; or stress, it really does work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Make meals on the go interesting- pack a different healthy interesting food everyday, you will have a yummy lunch and not want that burger/fry combo next to ya, plus save the gas of getting it!&lt;/strong&gt; nope. if i really want a big mac, i'm going to go get it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Use quality and moderation to your food and workout, if you go slow, you get more out of it&lt;/strong&gt;! tiny bites works wonders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. CHART YOUR SUCCESS&lt;/strong&gt; nope, just depresses me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Don’t weigh yourself, measure yourself&lt;/strong&gt; weight is so inaccurate! you can be lean and weigh more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-112421541522134400?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/112421541522134400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=112421541522134400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/112421541522134400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/112421541522134400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2006/01/diary-of-over-stressed-student-entry-2.html' title='diary of an over-stressed student: entry 2 ~ pharmacology and belly fat'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-113795335228197507</id><published>2006-01-22T11:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T19:45:40.866-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary of a stressed student: entry 1</title><content type='html'>The title of this post says it all!!! I started classes on January 3rd, and have not been able to do so much as breathe ever since! (hence why the calender on here still says november 2005) Between school, work, and working odd jobs doing things i'm not too fond of (nothing illegal, I promise), time is NOT on my side, not to mention the stress of trying to pay over $1000 a month in bills with $400... It doesn't work too well. I really wish people would realize that a waitress makes less than 25 cents an hour in wages since tips are heavily taxed and we have to claim 100% of earnings. Don't get me wrong, I am greatful for everything given to me, and i understand that some people give all they can or received lousy service...... but when you devote an hours worth of your time waiting on a table of 8 people who you know are decently well off and make $3 including your wages because "they all got the buffet" (which is actually harder on the waitress due to clearing tons of plates) it's pretty depressing. Atleast my grades are doing ok, so far 2 A's and 2 B's, which is amazing considering the only time I get to actually study is 5 minutes before the test, but this week, I think it all may change. I have a test in the only subject I am having trouble with and am scared to death! Hopefully I will do ok, and maybe the 6 hours i spent doing assigned notes over a chapter will somehow burn it to memory. I severely doubt it, but maybe. If anyone out there has a great tip on how to make money multiply in large amounts legally, learn by osmosis or study during sleeping, I would love to know.....until then , I will have to take my 3 hours of sleep and make the most of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-113795335228197507?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/113795335228197507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=113795335228197507' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/113795335228197507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/113795335228197507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2006/01/diary-of-stressed-student-entry-1.html' title='Diary of a stressed student: entry 1'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-113487882647099892</id><published>2005-12-24T21:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T10:44:32.206-06:00</updated><title type='text'>'Tis the day before christmas</title><content type='html'>I had a huge post planned, but I decided this was far more creative and really summarized my week. There are a few hidden shout outs in here, so even if your not in mentioned, I still luv ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry christmas!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Tis the day before christmas and all through the house,&lt;br /&gt;only Heidi is stirring who looks like a mouse.&lt;br /&gt;The light were hung on the bushes with care,&lt;br /&gt;In hopes that christmas soon would be there.&lt;br /&gt;My family's at Wal-Mart fighting in line,&lt;br /&gt;everyone hoping to save a dime.&lt;br /&gt;All my tips were stolen just two nights before,&lt;br /&gt;so now we're out spending, trying to save more.&lt;br /&gt;stopped dancing and got diet coke in a dash,&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately the guy behind me got off with my cash!&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness for regulars, loyal and true&lt;br /&gt;left tips huge tips the next night and made me "woohooo!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Druggies are evil, carhartt jackets too&lt;br /&gt;If we'd caught the guy with my $$, he'd be saying "boo-hooo"&lt;br /&gt;but anywho.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The back 40 at Wal-Mart, that's where I park&lt;br /&gt;hopefully I will be out before dark.&lt;br /&gt;chickens, Ice cream, apples, and juice&lt;br /&gt;an ugly sweater in the color chartruce&lt;br /&gt;As we all hurry back to Brisco's big green&lt;br /&gt;We remember why we're greatful for that SUV.&lt;br /&gt;Little cars may get to zoom in and out,&lt;br /&gt;but they sure don't try that when Brisco's about.&lt;br /&gt;well, getting out of there sure was a breeze&lt;br /&gt;with a squeal from the tires of the green SUV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home it is cooking, of pies and of sweets&lt;br /&gt;and making a platter of cheeses and meats.&lt;br /&gt;Then comes a short naptime, wish I was in bed,&lt;br /&gt;as visions of mossy oak dance in my head.&lt;br /&gt;Cutest, comfiest things ever seen&lt;br /&gt;Wilderness dreams of dark brown and green.&lt;br /&gt;After 5 minutes, I'm woke in my chair&lt;br /&gt;I have to go back and brave the cold air.&lt;br /&gt;'Twas the camera batteries that I had forgot,&lt;br /&gt;so it's back to wal-mart parking lot&lt;br /&gt;Standing in line for a good half- hour&lt;br /&gt;while a man debates over telephone wire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while I finally get back,&lt;br /&gt;I get a letter from a lawyer, who doesn't know jack.&lt;br /&gt;Injury audits, this is just great&lt;br /&gt;no wonder the insurance payments are late&lt;br /&gt;this second job sure better pull through&lt;br /&gt;otherwise i'm im some real doo-doo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even with this, I cannot complain&lt;br /&gt;after all, tomorrow is christmas day.&lt;br /&gt;It's the birthday of Jesus, King, Lord, Savior of all.&lt;br /&gt;It's not about cookies, presents or the mall.&lt;br /&gt;So I ask of everyone , the big and the small,&lt;br /&gt;keep HIM the guest of honor, the most important thing of all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-113487882647099892?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/113487882647099892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=113487882647099892' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/113487882647099892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/113487882647099892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2005/12/tis-day-before-christmas.html' title='&apos;Tis the day before christmas'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-113423641114570243</id><published>2005-12-10T11:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T23:07:33.113-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My 100th Post!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Most people would be on their 1000th post by now, but I'm a pretty busy woman, so the big 100 is big enough for me! I was going to post this large holiday post I have been working on for awhile (This time of year is the most chaotic for me) but I think this post should be special in its own right. Wow, and it only took a year and a half!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-113423641114570243?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/113423641114570243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=113423641114570243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/113423641114570243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/113423641114570243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-100th-post.html' title='My 100th Post!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-113255238341085356</id><published>2005-11-20T23:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T23:54:48.473-06:00</updated><title type='text'>today was the first......</title><content type='html'>I really hate admitting it, but I think today was the first time in a long time (if ever) that I went to church and had an entire service truely touch my heart. usually, I get into a couple praise and worship songs, get emotional  whenever there is a service over redemption, Jesus dying for our sins, or forgiveness, and never really pay full attention to most of the other sermons (I have a really short attention span), then pray whole heartedly at the end. It's not because I feel like my just being there is going to get me to heaven,or that it is an obligation, or anything like that....I just that for some reason, I find it hard to truely worship at church. I know, It's wrong and weird, but true. I worship God and study his word home alot, and I love the Lord fully and am a true believer, but i just feel uncomfortable worshipping in most churches. There is just something about being there that henders me from fully putting my heart into it, but this sunday was different. I don't know if it was because something in me changed, or if maybe it was the 3 month semi-break I took from church to sort things out, or the fact 3 days earlier I had the luckiest/dumbest night of my life, but when I went this sunday, everything was different. Every one of the standard hymns I sang seemed to make sense now, I knew what it was to truely praise and worship him, the times of prayer were heartfelt and joyful. I went throughout the whole church service worshipping and praising, not just going through the motions. It is like all of this time my soul has been imprisoned and just let out at certain times, but is finally now free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-113255238341085356?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/113255238341085356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=113255238341085356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/113255238341085356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/113255238341085356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2005/11/today-was-first.html' title='today was the first......'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-113235201075533512</id><published>2005-11-18T16:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T16:13:30.766-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I always knew i was an elf!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;And not just because of my height!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/D/dphenreckson/1049378241_Hmiddleearthelvish.jpg" border="0" alt="Elvish"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Elvish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/dphenreckson/quizzes/To%20which%20race%20of%20Middle%20Earth%20do%20you%20belong%3F/"&gt; To which race of Middle Earth do you belong?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-2"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a closet LOTR fan, I so had to do it!&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I really have been writing substantial, intelligent posts, I promise, but blogger has a bad habit of eating them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-113235201075533512?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/113235201075533512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=113235201075533512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/113235201075533512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/113235201075533512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-always-knew-i-was-elf.html' title='I always knew i was an elf!'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-113143830382431983</id><published>2005-11-13T02:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T21:35:22.290-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Types of people who are fun to people watch</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Due to the misinterpretation (because of bad wording on my part) of my last post which was really about men in general and not just men at the bar, and due to the fact that due to high school-esque drama I will most likely be taking a hiatus from the bar scene, I have decided to make a list of the main people who are interesting to watch in general at any social scene, but especially at a bar, club or wal-mart&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. The dancing fool&lt;/strong&gt; yes, we all have seen him....The 45 year old divorced man cutting some 80's style moves on the floor thinking he's the pimp while you're thinking that he must have had to take his cousin to his senior prom. The bad hair, bad moves, and bad smell all combine to create that unmistakable car wreck called "the one man electric slide"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. The Heartbreaker&lt;/strong&gt;not to be confused with the pimp (see #3) is that hot guy/ girl that every one wants, but no one can really have. I am actually close to a few of these and it is pretty interesting to see what people will do to get a chance with them and if one actually does, look out! There will be someone waiting to ruin it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. The Pimp&lt;/strong&gt; this is pretty much the same guy as on my last list. He struts around, trying to appear manly and thinks he is so hot that it is funny....Literally!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. The paranoid girlfriend&lt;/strong&gt; How do you know when a woman is overly jealous? When she cusses out a woman for talking to her man AFTER finding out they are related!!! This category doesn't just go for girlfriends, it also goes for men, wives, and prospects of #2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. The Dirty old man&lt;/strong&gt; If you ever smell old spice....RUN!!!!!!!!! You are most likely about to be caught by the DOM!!! The 50-95 year old man who is there only for the purpose of trying to get a 25 year old piece. He may seem nice at first...But before you know it his hand is in spots you didn't even know you had!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. The fighting drunk/sudden pacifist&lt;/strong&gt; this is the person (most the time a #4) who decides they are going to start a fight with someone, some how......Usually ending with the drunk running away scared because they realized they bit off more than they can chew.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. The Drill sergeant mom&lt;/strong&gt; Sometimes, I think she might have the right idea though!! This is the mother you see grocery shopping or in some other place, who has her children so trained, they don't dare fall out of formation. If they do, whoa buddy look out! They will get smoked. I actually saw one of these in action the other day at the store. Her oldest child stopped to look at a toy, and he got it! She made the other two hold onto the cart while she looked him straight in the eye...This is what happened:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;mom: what were you doing! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;boy: looking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;mom:do we look at the store? No! I don't think so. What do we do at the store?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;boy: shop&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;mom:yes! Shop, not look! Now get behind your brother and sister and let's shop!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am sure there are plenty more, and if you have one, let me know so I can add it on my list (as this is has kind of became a project of many) and I will add on as i think of it, but for now, i am heading to bed!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. The shifty-eyed dad&lt;/strong&gt;  alot of times married to #7, this is the guy who is married and has 4 kids, but still likes to look at, and unfortunately comment on, younger unmarried women. Alot like the DOM, this dad is not afraid to let you know what he thinks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-113143830382431983?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/113143830382431983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=113143830382431983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/113143830382431983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/113143830382431983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2005/11/types-of-people-who-are-fun-to-people.html' title='Types of people who are fun to people watch'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-113098978779021121</id><published>2005-11-02T21:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T02:01:10.486-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Men are so confusing.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Men constantly complain that women are the confusing ones...WRONG!!! Men are. after spending two straight weekends of QT at a local bar with a few of my friends, and dicussing man problems,I have noticed there are different levels and types of male created confusion. (and this isn't just guys at the bar either) &lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Example 1: The guy who waits four years after you get over him to finally ask you out. The problem? He has been married 3 times already, has 1-5 kids, and more one night stands than I have appendages.This guy also makes it sound like you are all that has been on his mind. If he has been sooooo interested all of these years, why didn't he ask you out before now? mmmhmmmm ya, i don't think so.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Example 2: The pimp. this isn't necessarily a ghetto pimp, or a thug, just the guy who feels he has to be over manly or touchy feely to get your attention.  struts up to you like he is hot and thinks you should melt.I actually had one of these slow dance with me and start rubbing my arms and stuff on the floor. He proceded to follow me around the bar and creep me out to the point of hunting down my example 3.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; Example 3: The "I don't know If I am really interested" guy. I gave this one guy my # and he called, but my phone died mid convo. no reply. I called him the next night to apologize but he didn't answer, so I left a message and gave up. He messages me later to tell me he still wants to do something so I give him my schedule. no reply. Then I run into him the next friday. I ignore him figuring he's not interested. so he walks up and starts talking to me, I talk to him, I ask him to save me from a stalker (see example 2) and all is cool. I get the last dance with him, tell him I'm interested, and if he's not its cool, get even more mixed vibes and haven't heard anything since.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; Example 4: The old guy. This actually has to be one of the least confusing of the man scenarios. It never fails, 100% of the time, a woman will have atleast one man (sober or not) Hit on her persistantly who is atleast old enough to be her dad. There are 2 main things that make this one confusing. One is why on earth someone in her early twenties would regularly seek out a bald heavy man in his mid 40's with kids her age for reasons other than money. Number two is why they don't understand no. You tell the guy over and over "sorry, I'm not interested"  and he takes it as "hey! grab my butt!!!!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; Example 5:The great guy with the nasty girlfriend. This can be any kind of nasty, from promiscuous, to abusive, to bad hygeine. I think everyone knows that guy who is sweet, hardworking, attractive, and committed to the worst excuse for a girlfriend/wife ever. this type really confuses me because if I wasn't happy with someone and I didn't have kids, I wouldn't be bending over backwards just so they could hurt me more. Thats something NO ONE deserves to go through.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; See? with women, it's easier. There is either yes, no, or the maybe that means no...and you know when the maybe means no. So, my biggest piece of advice for any single men out there is just to be yourself and go for it! Tell a woman whats on your mind and don't keep her guessing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-113098978779021121?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/113098978779021121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=113098978779021121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/113098978779021121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/113098978779021121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2005/11/men-are-so-confusing.html' title='Men are so confusing.....'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-112987695074681480</id><published>2005-10-21T01:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T01:42:30.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Definitly out of the technology loop...</title><content type='html'>I was reading on a blog today about someone having a troll problem with their blog...My question is: what the heck is a troll?!? Then, I went to leave a comment, asking what a troll was, and it said only certain people can leave comments. The blocking doesn't bother me  because I think I understand why, If a troll is what i think it is, but I didn't even know you could do that! Man, I could have really used that back in the day when I was using the grey, blue, and pink sporty format!! Mr. mean chinese man, I laugh at you  ... BWAAAHAAHAAA!!!! Plus I have about one blog on my blogroll to every 5 on other peoples blogs since I don't really have a chance to browse one unless it is pointed out to me, so If you know of a good one I might like, let me know, or if you know what a troll is... I thought they were just green ugly monster things!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-112987695074681480?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/112987695074681480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=112987695074681480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/112987695074681480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/112987695074681480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-am-definitly-out-of-technology-loop.html' title='I am Definitly out of the technology loop...'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-112969579612541766</id><published>2005-10-18T23:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T23:23:16.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Scarlet Letter</title><content type='html'>I have never read the book "The Scarlet Letter", But I do know the main thing is that a young woman has to wear a bid red "A" on her chest to stand for adultery so that the whole world would know, and shun her for it. I think we all kind of have that scarlet letter to one extent or another, and mine is an "S"....For Slut.&lt;br /&gt;I am not really one. I don't sleep around, I haven't been with a lot of guys, I have never cheated or done anything that most women get the title for doing. I don't dress provocatively, so why did I get this letter? I am a Christian without my virginity and people unfortunately know it. I didn't tell hardly anyone at first, But somehow (most likely my ex) everyone found out, and so instead of dwelling in my guilt, I decided if God could forgive me, I could forgive myself, and use something bad for good. It seems weird, but it is a lot easier to talk to people about things if you can relate to them, and honestly, so many people feel that since they have done so much in the past, they cant go back, and they can. They can be washed clean by the blood of Christ, and they don't really realize that because they feel like no one around them had been through or experienced things they have. But the truth is most people have, and are so ashamed of their fall into temptation, the don't say anything. My though is: Temptation is kinda like a dangerous, gigantic cave full of bears. You can easily fall in, and never come out in one piece.... But if you manage to survive and find the right way out, you have a little wisdom to share and a quite a story to tell. So go ahead, put a giant "S" on my forehead, and let me tell you how to erase the letter on your heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-112969579612541766?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/112969579612541766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=112969579612541766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/112969579612541766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/112969579612541766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-scarlet-letter.html' title='My Scarlet Letter'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-112879483296231572</id><published>2005-10-17T12:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T22:55:07.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctors</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wonder how some people get to become doctors.I have went to both some of the most highly revered, and the little known, and believe it or not, some of the best in my opinion are the latter. For example. a couple weeks ago I want to a liitle known Doctor, who in 10 minutes was able to diagnose a problem that has took 6 years for anyone to even guess at. Most people upon hearing this shake their heads and say "No, he must be a quack" but seriously, he did. Even some top specialists swore it was one thing, suggested major surgery, and ruled out me having children. This doctor did a check up, ran tests and come to find out, it is  my intestines  ( which i had a similar prob before) gave me some pills, and I haven't had a problem since. the other thing that worries me is nurse practitioners. I hopefully may oneday take this route, but i hope and pray that i am more knowledgeable than many i have came across. I have went to a few who you would never be able to tell that they were not top rated specialists.thay were knowledgeable and thorough (which is my goal) but others seriously make me wonder. I actually went to one where I had more medical knowledge than she did sometimes and had to correct her more than once. She even went as far as to tell me that when a major, common medication she herself prescribed for me wasn't doing what it was supposed to , that it's ok if it doesn't work, it's working. my question: how can it be working IF IT'S NOT WORKING?!? It's like saying  "You know that blood pressure pill you have been taking?  Well, It's not lowering your blood pressure, and it might cause some medical issues, but that's ok, &lt;em&gt;it's working&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;em&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;she was also really judgemental and made me feel like that worst christian ever. I made the mistake of not saving myself and totally regret it, and everytime I see her, she say's "God's way is the best way, Abstinence is the only option, you should have followed that" yes, I agree, with the first part, but she acts like It was an unforgiveable sin, or that I am wearing a huge scarlet S on my forehead for SLUT! ( which is my next post, but i will finish this one first) anyways, I just had to vent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-112879483296231572?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/112879483296231572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=112879483296231572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/112879483296231572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/112879483296231572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2005/10/doctors.html' title='Doctors'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-112916555710687258</id><published>2005-10-12T19:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T20:05:57.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I got in!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I got the phone call first thing monday morning...I GOT IN~!!!! too bad my internet wasn't working to post about this and when it finally was, blogger wasn't. Oh, well...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-112916555710687258?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/112916555710687258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=112916555710687258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/112916555710687258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/112916555710687258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-got-in.html' title='I got in!!!!!'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-112888982216192063</id><published>2005-10-09T15:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T15:45:33.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>They really need to create an international size chart...</title><content type='html'>Because shopping for pants is evil! I went shopping for some slacks for work and was both thrilled and horrified. I am still trying to lose my last 5 or 10 pounds (as i have posted before, I used to be pretty large)  and went through this pretty hopefull. In one store, I am a 6, another a 4, another, a double- digit  size so large I won't even say what it is (big enough to be considered plus-sized). And right now my 36" rear is sitting in a pair of size 1's, which is pretty much impossible in most stores. I understand everyone has a different body type so clothing will fit differently, but not the difference between a 1 and a 13!(My biggest size experienced was bigger than this, but i still ain't saying it!!!)  Gap actually solved the body type crisis in their stores by offering 3 cuts of the same pant, one for boy shapes, one for curves, and the classic cut they have always gone by, and offering several different lengths. so, at Gap, a size 10 will wear a 10, no matter what her body type or height...genious!!! Just imagine if all stores did this and all had the same size chart! Personally, my vote is for the size chart ofering the smallest size!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-112888982216192063?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/112888982216192063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=112888982216192063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/112888982216192063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/112888982216192063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2005/10/they-really-need-to-create.html' title='They really need to create an international size chart...'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-112845369177077366</id><published>2005-10-04T14:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T14:21:31.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kate Moss, cocaine, and the unveiling of the true fashion world</title><content type='html'>People are making a huge deal of the recent video footage of Kate Moss snorting a line of cocaine at a party, but they have been overlooking the problem for decades, why act like it's a big surprise now? Many fashion houses are claiming that it is because they don't care what their models do as long as they are not seen doing it, as not to tarnish the houses image, but you can go backstage of many a show and see models ( both legal and underage) doing drugs and excessively drinking to "perfect their walk". I think if the rest of the world adopted the philosophy of a few of the modeling agencies in Israel, we would all be better off. With these top agencies, a model has to maintain a healthy weight and BMI, not participate in anything unhealthy and they encourage a good spiritual life, unlike our agencies where your spirituality (unless hugely mass marketable:ex. kabbalah) is discouraged and you're to be a skeletal, emotionless, atheistic mannequin basically. It's really sad, especially since these are the people our kids look up to. So my opinion is, rather than pointing fingers at Kate Moss and saying "HOW DARE YOU MAKE A MISTAKE!! I DON'T CARE IF YOU GET HELP!" (which if she does, I find it completely admirable) I think people should be more worried about the drug problem itself and try banishing it, not the people willing to speak up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-112845369177077366?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/112845369177077366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=112845369177077366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/112845369177077366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/112845369177077366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2005/10/kate-moss-cocaine-and-unveiling-of.html' title='Kate Moss, cocaine, and the unveiling of the true fashion world'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-112763621363746160</id><published>2005-09-25T03:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T03:16:53.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I passed! I passed!</title><content type='html'>I took my NET nursing entrance exam and got a 73% ( I only had to get a 50)and scored in either the 83rd percentile or the 89th... I don't remember which...but it's awesome!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-112763621363746160?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/112763621363746160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=112763621363746160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/112763621363746160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/112763621363746160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-passed-i-passed.html' title='I passed! I passed!'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-112763356682649658</id><published>2005-09-25T02:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T02:32:46.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our God really is an awesome God, and The Great Physician!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Do you know why? Because right now, there isn't a doctor out there who knows a cure for cancer...but God can cure it in an instant. A few weeks ago, I found out that one of my friends from High school was dignosed with cancer. They weren't 100% sure where the cancer was located ( just a general area), But when they took the cancer cell count, it was incredibly high. After alot more testing, they decided to send her to a specialist in a larger city . We had all been praying for her the whole time, and when she went to church sunday, they had a special prayer service for her, and when they prayed, she said she really felt something. a few days later when she went to the specialist, she was cured,.....CURED!!! 100%! They did several tests and did not find one cancer cell and she was completely healed! Alot of skeptics may say it was a fluke on the doctor's part, but they knew she had cancer, her cancerous cell count was showing it was pretty advanced, that doesn't happen with a fluke.  Yes, doctors can prescribe medications or chemotherapy to cancer patients to help cure them, but God can do it overnight, painlessly, and you get to keep your hair!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-112763356682649658?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/112763356682649658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=112763356682649658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/112763356682649658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/112763356682649658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2005/09/our-god-really-is-awesome-god-and.html' title='Our God really is an awesome God, and The Great Physician!!!!!'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-112744781195094829</id><published>2005-09-22T22:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T22:56:51.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I know I am becoming a (totally off my origional subject) broken record...but.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/9426538/"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt; is so scary it's not even funny, and with hundreds of thousands of people seeking refuge from the hurricanes all over the U.S....we all need to be very alert. Not to say we should be scared of these people, we should embrace them and help, but we just need to also realize these are people just like everyone else around us, and while most of them are good, there are always a few who are not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-112744781195094829?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/112744781195094829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=112744781195094829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/112744781195094829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/112744781195094829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-know-i-am-becoming-totally-off-my.html' title='I know I am becoming a (totally off my origional subject) broken record...but.....'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-112715671104586991</id><published>2005-09-19T13:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T14:05:11.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr. Ben Marble is my new hero!</title><content type='html'>Yes, Dr. Ben Marble...A.k.A. "The man who told the Vice president of the United States to 'go F*** yourself''". If you go to his web page &lt;a href="http://www.hurricanekatrinasucked.com"&gt;www.hurricanekatrinasucked.com&lt;/a&gt;  you can start to understand why. If I had suffered the devistating loss these people have, and returned to my destroyed home, only to find a man standing outside of it telling the press "we did the best we could" knowing different, I probably would have had to say something along the same lines. Maybe not the F-word, but still. The pictures of this man's home look like a demolition site for a condemned building. There is broken glass and lumber everywhere, and behind it all you see is a partial shell of what was once his home. The streets in his neighborhood looks like they bombed. It definitly takes alot of guts to do what he did, and i honestly believe he spoke for most of us when he did. New Orleans was bad, but there was alot more  destroyed and we need to remember that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-112715671104586991?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/112715671104586991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=112715671104586991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/112715671104586991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/112715671104586991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2005/09/dr-ben-marble-is-my-new-hero.html' title='Dr. Ben Marble is my new hero!'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-112676473686712523</id><published>2005-09-15T00:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T01:12:16.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't...think....brain...hurts........</title><content type='html'>I am still studying for my entrance exam into nursing classes and it is way harder than I expected. I took a practice test with the thinking it would be as easy as the ACT and was wrong. So very, very wrong...I only got a 60%...... 60%!!!!!!!!!! So now, I am having to master Algebra, Geometry, and Biochemistry in a little over a week!  If anyone out there has any tips let me know...otherwise, I won't be sleeping until probably the 28th!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-112676473686712523?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/112676473686712523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=112676473686712523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/112676473686712523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/112676473686712523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2005/09/cantthinkbrainhurts.html' title='Can&apos;t...think....brain...hurts........'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-112636780345032423</id><published>2005-09-10T10:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T16:00:32.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who knew Nursing Shool would be so hard!</title><content type='html'>And I haven't even got accepted yet! Have not even took the entrance exam yet, and already my brain is fried......And why you ask? t's this horrid thing called a FAFSA,The financial aid forms. At the age of 21, I am still considered a dependent child by the IRS, problem is according to the IRS, I have also been an independent adult since the age of 16. So along with the rediculous tax info on the typically hard FAFSA, I also have to do an override proving that, Yes, i am an adult. Rediculous, you can fight and get killed in a war, drive, drink and get married(hopefully none of these simultaneously), but you aren't old enough to claim yourself on your income taxes. Then, there is the actual entrance exam, which studying for hasn't been as bad as I thought it would be. Most of it was surprisingly the stuff i was good at in HS, So I think I will be ok. Plus, I am going into this with the confidence that I WILL pass, I WILL get into the program, and I WILL do my best. If it is what God wants me to do, he will provide. Plus, so many people have worked very hard to help me with this, and I will be the youngest nursing student there, so I have alot to prove and I don't want to let everyone down.Anywho, there is my rant and update for the day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-112636780345032423?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/112636780345032423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=112636780345032423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/112636780345032423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/112636780345032423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2005/09/who-knew-nursing-shool-would-be-so.html' title='Who knew Nursing Shool would be so hard!'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-112594626322374635</id><published>2005-09-05T13:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T13:51:03.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>International thoughts on the hurricane Katrina crisis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/americas/4216142.stm"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; is quite interesting. Alot of the thoughts posted there from different media outlets around the world are very interesting, and with the EU now donating supplies, The U.S's Image may never be the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-112594626322374635?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/112594626322374635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=112594626322374635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/112594626322374635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/112594626322374635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2005/09/international-thoughts-on-hurricane.html' title='International thoughts on the hurricane Katrina crisis'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-112586702898259808</id><published>2005-09-04T15:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T15:50:28.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The greatest small town in the U.S.A.</title><content type='html'>I honestly must live in one of the most giving towns in the united states. Our businesses have sent countless boats, trucks of food and supplies and volunteeres. Our fire and resue departments sent team members to help. Our County commission is sending over $10,000 In funds. Our red cross team raised over $131,000 . Not too bad for a town of a little under 15, 000. even walking through wal-mart shows the generosity, where the donation boxes  are full of $10's and $20's. the town even pulled together to privide a hotel room, food and clothing for a family who broke down outside of town while escaping from the hurricane. Also, we have had a few families move here after evacuating and are accepted and welcomed with open arms. I definitly love my town..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-112586702898259808?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/112586702898259808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=112586702898259808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/112586702898259808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/112586702898259808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2005/09/greatest-small-town-in-usa.html' title='The greatest small town in the U.S.A.'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-112500046133804804</id><published>2005-08-25T15:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T16:20:30.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>$35 for a tank of gas, enjoy it! also why we shouldn't ask tsunami victims for aid.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;***WARNING*** Yet another Blog post that might really tick some people off. The only thing I can tell ya is if it makes you mad, comment about it. It will make you feel either better or worse.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know I am not alone in this situation, and feel incredibly lucky I drive a Bravada instead of a Tahoe (although my smaller SUV is still more costly than, say, a smart car). I can remember, when I first bought it two years ago, thinking how hard it was going to be to adjust to the $20 or $25 to fill the tank twice as often....now i wish it was just $20. With the prices growing daily, I have became so desparate, I actually at one point considered riding a bicycle everywhere. I probably would have went with the idea if I didnt have to fight traffic so much. The really sad part about this whole thing Is that here in a week or two , $35 will probably sound pretty good compared to the $60 i will be paying, and with hurricane Katrina...The gas is expected to get even more expensive. Speaking of Katrina...some peoples insights on it are quite a bit off kilter.&lt;/p&gt;After reading alot of sites where americans can leave their thoughts and commments on the disaster, i was apalled and disgusted at what i had found. Quite a few people felt like the victims of the tsunami in southeast Asia Should be giving us financial aid. THEY ARE A THIRD WORLD COUNTRY!!! plus, there is  the drama witht he peolple who didn't evacuate. My friend Jake made great point the other day when we were talking . " We definitly live in the greatest country on earth! How great is it that we can handle a war, and something like this!" I don't think that was what he said word for word, but pretty much.  It's true! We really do live in a great country, we can handle more than any other, and when we need to, we pullo together instead of splitting apart.    He also had a really good &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=lilcraw"&gt;blog post&lt;/a&gt; on it, and since he lives in louisiana i figure he would know more about these things than i do. Yes, there were some people who genuinely could not evacuate, like the ill and some of the elderly who were unable to travel, and yes, maybe even a few of the poor, but not all of them. My Aunt came by last night and we were talking about the number of poor left behind and she brought up something. There were people willing to take many of them out of the area. There were evacuation shuttles and private citizens willing to help as early as 36 hours before this happened, but some of these people refused to go. The ones I feel the worst for in all of this is the children, elderly, and ill. These are people who have no choice to do what they are told or assisted with, and if that means waiting to die, thats all they can do. Yes ! We need to help them. Yes! this was a great disaster. But I think some of the things going on are uncalled for. New Orleans wasn't the only place wiped out by Katrina, and a few people need to realize that. Not necessarily refugees in general, bacause i would be distraught in that situation if it was me, but some people act like it was the only place affected. These people need help, alot of it, and we need to pull together as a country and fight this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-112500046133804804?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/112500046133804804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=112500046133804804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/112500046133804804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/112500046133804804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2005/08/35-for-tank-of-gas-enjoy-it-also-why.html' title='$35 for a tank of gas, enjoy it! also why we shouldn&apos;t ask tsunami victims for aid.'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-112373227443667640</id><published>2005-08-23T22:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T01:29:27.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can science and Christianity mesh Part 2: More on Evolutionary science and creation in Christianity and the scientific community</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2005/08/23/national/23believers.html?ex=1125460800&amp;en=4b7b6d88bd4f30b5&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;ei=5059&amp;partner=AOL"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; Is an article in the New York times about the same thing as my last science post: whether or not a Scientist can be a Christian and hold the Bible as the truth and still be a true scientist and regard fact and theory as somewhat interchangeable. One thing that I disagree with the article on is that basically, scientists Cannot believe in Creationism or intelligent design.&lt;br /&gt;"Although they embrace religious faith, these scientists also embrace science as it has been defined for centuries. That is, they look to the natural world for explanations of what happens in the natural world and they recognize that scientific ideas must be provisional - capable of being overturned by evidence from experimentation and observation. This belief in science sets them apart from those who endorse creationism or its doctrinal cousin, intelligent design, both of which depend on the existence of a supernatural force. "&lt;br /&gt;But can't you still be objectionable and look for logical explanations in nature to an extent without denying the credibility of the bible? Here is where the intelligent design theory comes in ( The one with GOD in charge....Not the Raelien super space people theory, which is not to be confused with the Mormon Super Space Jesus thing). I personally am a bigger fan of this theory than many of the others I have heard of and feel it Is a prime example on how science an Christianity can mesh without treading on each others boundaries. Here is my personal, semi- intelligent design theory.&lt;br /&gt;Genesis 1:1-10 states:&lt;br /&gt;1 In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth.&lt;br /&gt;2 Now the earth was [&lt;a title="See footnote a" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Genesis%201:1-10&amp;amp;version=31#fen-NIV-2a"&gt;a&lt;/a&gt;] formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters.&lt;br /&gt;3 And God said, "Let there be light," and there was light. 4 God saw that the light was good, and He separated the light from the darkness. 5 God called the light "day," and the darkness he called "night." And there was evening, and there was morningÂthe first day.&lt;br /&gt;6 And God said, "Let there be an expanse between the waters to separate water from water." 7 So God made the expanse and separated the water under the expanse from the water above it. And it was so. 8 God called the expanse "sky." And there was evening, and there was morningÂthe second day.&lt;br /&gt;9 And God said, "Let the water under the sky be gathered to one place, and let dry ground appear." And it was so. 10 God called the dry ground "land," and the gathered waters he called "seas." And God saw that it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, My belief is that everything happened as the bible states....God created everything. Every grain of sand Every atomic particle. But the Bible doesn't explain how God created everything, Just that he did. God says let there be light , BOOM!, there is light. It doesn't say where the light came from or what exactly caused it, But just that God wanted it there, so it was, and he made sure it was good. This is where I feel science has a place, and God definitely fills in the gaps. No matter what theory you look at or how thoroughly it is explained, none of them have a real starting point. I am NOT saying that all scientific theory is theology friendly. People DID NOT evolve from monkeys...It just didn't happen. We are one of Gods creations where we know that he actually formed and shaped us exactly how we are, But with the actual method the earth was formed and how long it took...It's like the debate of what happened to the dinosaurs, we probably will never know.&lt;br /&gt;Some people base their belief in the evolutionary theory in the fact that the DNA of most animals look like DNA,  but just have different chromosomes and such and also on the fact that no matter what the animal is, when it is in the embrotic stage of development...It looks like an embryo. Oh, woohooo. If you take this theory one step further, since they are carbon based, people MUST have came from rocks. I mean, Carbon Is most prodominant in rocks...Isn't it? My biggest argument with the genetic theory of proving Darwin correct is that most animals who are proven to have similar ancestors (ex. Donkeys, asses, mules and horses) can cross breed. Their genetic make-up allows them to cross breed. Same Genus, just possibly a different Species. People can't breed with monkeys, dogs, or even slugs. Not even the chickens who we look so much like in the embryotic stage. There is no possible way that we are as closely related to primates as they say we are, otherwise we would have the exact same number of chromosomes and would be able to breed with monkeys. Also our mental capacities would most likely be at a similar level due to the fact that the genetic make up would be close. Some darwinists combat this with the idea that there is a missing link ( its not technically missing to them, it's called &lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/science/cavemen/chronology/contentpage1.shtml"&gt;LUCY&lt;/a&gt;) But even after extensive research, lucy can't even give enough info to tie the two together. I absolutely love bringing this point up in discussion ever since I i first learned about reproduction in genetics and how it relates to the three main theories of creation, all taught in my Biology 2 class in a public school. I have been more fortunate than most students. Every science class I have ever been in that dared to teach creation taught more than one theory. This happens more than people like to acknowledge, but is drowned out because a lot of parents (and many a student) don't want to go outside of their little world. I have sat through classes where they would teach on it and if it wasn't the creationist theory: most of the Christian students would leave the class or plug their ears, if it wasn't atheist theory: everyone else would treat it as humorous fairy tale. I am not saying we should all make our kids abandon their beliefs in the direction of science...But there is nothing wrong with knowing what other people believe .You can't argue against or fight something you know nothing about, And if we totally abandoned the world of science all together, there would be no medicines, doctors, or research on how to make our world a safer and better place to live.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-112373227443667640?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/112373227443667640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=112373227443667640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/112373227443667640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/112373227443667640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2005/08/can-science-and-christianity-mesh-part.html' title='Can science and Christianity mesh Part 2: More on Evolutionary science and creation in Christianity and the scientific community'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-112479326837793607</id><published>2005-08-23T05:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T05:34:28.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He said what?!?</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been listening to a song you have heard a million times and suddenly noticed what a line really said and been absolutely stunned! Or wondered what on earth they are saying?  Had one of these like 10 minutes ago with the song "&lt;a href="http://www.whiskeyclone.net/ghost/G/girl.html"&gt;girl&lt;/a&gt;" by Beck. Ever since I first heard it I wondered what he was saying in the chorus,(which is "my cyanide girl" btw) and after reading the rest of the lyrics, was totally shocked that the entire upbeat song was actually very dark. Weirdness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-112479326837793607?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/112479326837793607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=112479326837793607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/112479326837793607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/112479326837793607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2005/08/he-said-what.html' title='He said what?!?'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-112441321922084557</id><published>2005-08-18T19:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T14:11:33.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One of the most recent murders to hit my area</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Last night, not too far from where I live, An 11-year-old girl was murdered by her father. To people in alot of places (well, everywhere else I have lived) this wouldn't be a big deal because it happens all of the time....but the area where I live is a place where people move to get away from crime and the other negatives cities have (other than drugs or teen pregnancy beacuse there really isn't much else to do here) ...it's an Urban utopia of sorts.. it's own little world. Well, here is an newspaper article about it, I have omitted names, but it is all the same. At the end of the article it says that this is the frst homicide here since 2003, But there has been atleast 1 and maybe two others since then, Not to mention the woman who tried to kill her infant son and herself. I guess even somewhat utopias have their share of problems eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Man kills self, young girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Edward J. Sisson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A domestic incident in the 300 block of Tulane Street turned deadly Wednesday night when a man broke into his ex-wife's residence, shot and killed his 11-year-old former stepdaughter with a shotgun and then turned the weapon on himself, according to police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The former wife, and her 16-year-old son -- who also were in the house at the time, were not hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chief of Police said the couple recently had divorced and she and her children had moved to the area from Camdenton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The School District had grief counselors available today at the elementary school where the girl would have been a sixth-grade student, and also at the Technology and Career Center, where The woman worked as an instructor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We have our counselor there to assist staff and any students who would like to have some grief counseling. We also have our counselors at (the tech center) to assist any staff and students with grief counseling."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officers had been dispatched to the scene about 10:15 p.m. for an ex parte violation and reports that a man was trying to break into the residence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to police reports, the first officer to arrive at the house found the glass to the front door shattered with the broken stock from a shotgun laying nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The officer entered the home and found the girl's brother -- who appeared to be in shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think he killed my sister. I think she's dead," the boy told the officer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The officer then entered the girl's bedroom and discovered her lying across the bed. She had been shot in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The suspect was later located in the basement lying on his back dead, with a shotgun near his body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A neighbor told investigators that he had been watching television in his bedroom when he heard a shot and then screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Investigators said the first shot was fired into the door of the house to gain entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The neighbor heard the woman running down the street screaming, "Oh, my God. Oh, my God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chief said detectives are still investigating the chain of events due to conflicting information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Basically (the man) kicked in two bedroom doors -- or all three bedroom doors," the Chief said. "It was obvious that he kicked in the master bedroom door and Hannah's bedroom door. The boy's bedroom door didn't have the damage on it like the other two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The only conflict we've got here is the sequence of events. We know that each event happened."&lt;br /&gt;The man's vehicle -- a Dodge Durango -- was found nearby, a box of .410-gauge shells, some missing, in the middle seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A empty cardboard case for a shotgun was located in the floorboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chief said the homicide is the first in the city since June 2003.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-112441321922084557?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/112441321922084557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=112441321922084557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/112441321922084557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/112441321922084557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2005/08/one-of-most-recent-murders-to-hit-my.html' title='One of the most recent murders to hit my area'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-111145027158374833</id><published>2005-08-15T00:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T12:45:53.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>why is sex so dirty???</title><content type='html'>:o I just said the S-E-X word. I find it so odd that people act like sex is something dirty and a dirty word, rather than something special shared between a husband and wife. It is something inappropriate when it is done outside of a marital relationship and is a sin...but some people act like it is a sin for the married people too. Prime exmple: my friends bachelorette party. We had both cases come up. we were sitting around and my married friend was telling the bride-to-be about a few things to expect on the wedding night and a few hints she wished she would have known,nothing vulger or in alot of detail. Then a few of us were talking about things to do to make it more special...again, nothing too far gone. This unfortunatly evolved into one friend giving way too many details about her and her boyfriends current love life that was a bit too far. The main arguement with this is where did it actually go too far. Some people say it was just the TMI half-hour.....But some would say the fact we were discussing it at all. Yes, no one needs to know the dirty details of what is happening in your bedroom and it should be something special between you and your husband, but is it inappropriate to seek help if there is an issue? If something is lacking and you and your husband have seriously talked about it and you have no idea what to do and you are both comfortable talking to friends who you know would have an answer...is that wrong? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i have no idea why I am wondering this because I am not even dating anyone let alone married...but i was just wondering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-111145027158374833?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/111145027158374833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=111145027158374833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/111145027158374833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/111145027158374833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2005/08/why-is-sex-so-dirty.html' title='why is sex so dirty???'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-110705950972368036</id><published>2005-08-12T10:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T23:08:38.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Science and Christianity part one: can they mesh?  My uneducated thoughts on scientific theory</title><content type='html'>I think the bible can fill in the blanks for science, and vice versa, contrary to popular belief. Could most of the paleontological theories be true, and just Gods way of changing things? could some proven evolutionary changes such as size and environmental reactions be a way of God creating change? If God works through people all the time, why not nature!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; One thing that is important to my theory that no one can seem to agree on is how long did it take God to finish all the creations on earth? The Bible says that it took seven days, but was it Gods day or our day? Many Christian scientists say that a day to God is 2000 years, but who says it isn't 2 million? or 4 million? If the latter is the case, then both worlds could be right.&lt;br /&gt; Evolution for me though, is a completely different story. I was tought in my biology classes about all of the theories of creation and evolution, how they meshed and where they didn't. There are quite a few things that can always be traced back to God, or atleast a higher power: Someone or something in every theory had to get things started and had to create the things it was started with at some point. But the one theory that has more holes in it than a package of swiss cheese is Darwins theories of evolution. Yes, I have read alot more in depth on it and I know there is more than I am stating on here, but it never fully explained how if we are so much more advanced than apes, why haven't they evolved? yes, they have adapted to other climates and such, but there is a big difference between growing some extra hair and turning into a totally different species with very few similar traits (except for a few ppl but I won't go there! lol..jk) humans migrated supposedly out of africa around 70,000 years ago according to science with only around 2,000 people. all humans have ethiopian lineage dating back 150,000 years supposedly, which also goes back to "how long is a day" thing. There are theories that a few people mentioned in the Bible, including zipporah, Moses's wife, came from ethiopia origionally and migrated to different places. Plus then there is the whole "where was the garden of eden located thing. Some say Iraq and Iran....Some say northern or southern Africa...S ome even say the U.S. So really there is no telling where we came from...just who.&lt;br /&gt;  God made everything so complex, amazing, and interelated. we live on a rock with tons of ecosystems, that rotates around a giant ball of fire that gives us light and is one of an infinite number. And that, you can't tell me, came from a piece of a proton!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-110705950972368036?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/110705950972368036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=110705950972368036' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/110705950972368036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/110705950972368036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2005/08/science-and-christianity-part-one-can.html' title='Science and Christianity part one: can they mesh?  My uneducated thoughts on scientific theory'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-112373597473028912</id><published>2005-08-10T23:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T22:20:31.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>whay is it so hard to speak up? and HOMO 101....sort of.</title><content type='html'>I was talking to someone the other day who I have not talked to in a very long time and he had some very big news to tell me....He was having bisexual experiences and was loving it. I had thought about telling him what a huge mistake he was making and that he needed to change, or about how it was a huge sin that could cause him eternal torture, but instead when he asked me what I thought, I chose to just tell him that I personally wasn't like that and changed the subject. Why does it have to be so incredibly had to witness to people when you are given the chance to do it? It's like the oppertunity falls into your lap ...and than.....BOOM!!!! you just can't do it. Also, while I am on the subject of gayness, is there ever an excuse for homosexuality? Some people argue that they are born that way, which is not true due to the fact that God would not create someone who had no choice but to spend eternity in hell, But what about hermaphrodites where humans pick their gender? When they are born a doctor picks a gender to make them according to how much time he or she wants to spend in the OR... But what if the doctor picks the wrong gender? I have heard tons of stories about people who were born hermaphrodites and the doctor made them into girls because it is the easiest procedure to do on a baby. Then later, when they get to the age to start showing interest in the opposite sex, they become lesbians. Also, sometimes the same thing happens with people they chose to be male. Is it their fault since neither God, nor them, had a say in their gender? And is it wrong for a man or woman in this situation to get a sex change because he or she knows that homosexuality is a sin, but they feel like the doctor gave them the wrong sexual bodyparts?&lt;br /&gt;I am really curious about this one, since I have been hearing alot about this kinda stuff unfortunatly.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, ya btw, brisco's is now an ebay store until I have time to do more. Right now it as serving as a place to sell all of the things I no longer need and clothes I can not fit into, But sometime soon, It will be a place to get clothes, books, accessories and other things really cheap...I just have to revamp my inventory. But hey until then it serves the purpose of putting a few more $$$ in my pocket ... WooooHoooo!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-112373597473028912?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/112373597473028912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=112373597473028912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/112373597473028912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/112373597473028912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2005/08/whay-is-it-so-hard-to-speak-up-and.html' title='whay is it so hard to speak up? and HOMO 101....sort of.'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-112373429972058174</id><published>2005-08-10T23:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T23:24:59.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>***** HUGS*****</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Why can't it be acceptable in modern society to just walk up to someone and hug them because they look like they need it.  It's barely acceptable to hug someone you know really well that isn't a immediate family member. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; The best example for me is and elderly woman I know here in town. I used to work with her daughter who takes care of her so I know she has family who loves her and that she has friends because I see her with them where she works. She also has a great attitude and isn't down on the world or anything, but she just always looks like she needs a huge hug. Of course, I can't exactly walk up to her and ask "Can I hug you?" without someone seriously wondering about my sanity. I only know of one person who can get away with that and that is my 12 year old cousin. When he was younger, he would just walk up to strangers and give them a hug if he thought they needed it, and a few words of encouragement if that didn't work. some people fought it at first, but, believe it or not,  in the end it usually brightened up their day. he still does this to people he knows and I honestly think he is one of those people who will never outgrow a good hug. Some may find this strange....but what is so wrong with showing someone you care? As Christians we are all to love one another and part of love is expressing it. Yes some people claim they don't like to be touched, but in all reality, when it comes down to it, we all love knowing someone cares.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-112373429972058174?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/112373429972058174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=112373429972058174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/112373429972058174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/112373429972058174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2005/08/hugs.html' title='***** HUGS*****'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-112174700126737141</id><published>2005-07-18T23:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T23:23:21.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>kate, katie,Cate ~ my random hollywood observation for the day</title><content type='html'>Today, i noticed something really weird while looking through my colection of glamour magazines.....you could name a look "the Kate" and it could be referring to a heck of a lot of actresses and Models!...ex.&lt;br /&gt;Kate Hudson, Kate Bosworth, Cate Blanchette, Katie holmes, Kathrene Hepburn, Kate, Beckinsdale, Kate Moss,Mary-kate Olsen ( does she count?) and the list goes on.and don't even get me started on Kathy's!! So my huge peice of advice for anyone going into show biz...Change your name to Kate!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-112174700126737141?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/112174700126737141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=112174700126737141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/112174700126737141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/112174700126737141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2005/07/kate-katiecate-my-random-hollywood.html' title='kate, katie,Cate ~ my random hollywood observation for the day'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-111981141813333869</id><published>2005-06-26T13:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T01:20:41.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The most eventful week of my life....That had nothing to do with me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This has had to be the biggest week I have ever went through. A birth, a death, a wedding, a funeral, a medical emergency and several mishappenings, disputes and apologies. It's been so rough I had PIMPLES!!! For most, this is something normal, but I haven't had this problem since I was 15.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, Lets start with Sunday. My Cousins ( who is like a brother to me) wife went into the hospital for them to induce labor 3 months early since she was having a severely complicated pregnancy. The baby had poly cystic kidneys and under developed lungs. The kidneys are caused from one of two rare diseases, which we are still trying to find out if its genetic or not. The lungs are the doctors fault, he never checked the mother's fluid level until it was too late and it was so low the baby could no longer develop. They had no idea of the condition the baby was in and feared that if they put the birth off any longer both mother and child would die. Monday wasn't too eventful other than a lot of worrying, my dress for the wedding ( I was maid of honor) was just being started, and a horrible day at work .....So on to Tuesday. One of my friends ( we will call her j) called because she needed a babysitter terribly , since she had a lab for here social work class and ask if I could. The baby was due that day, but I was told only immediate family was to go to the hospital, so I agreed. About 10 minutes after j's son arrived, My friend who is getting married's mom calls to tell me my dress is finished and I need to try it on WOOOHOOO!!!!!!( she is THE most awesome seamstress on earth!) so me and j's baby head out to her house. When I return to my house, I get the big phone call: my cousin's wife is in labor, and my cousin wants us all there now since there is so much wrong and everyone is worried to death. So, I pack up j's baby, get my grandma, and rush to the hospital. I was in such a hurry that I forgot to put a note on my door for j so she would know where we went. I left her a ton of voicemails, but she had no cell phone, after tons of freaking out she finally got a lot of me, but we were both upset because she had a horrid day and I was in a ton of pain from carrying a 20 pound baby and a carrier(separately at the same time) around a hospital all day. So it didn't mix well. Plus the baby hadn't been born yet, so I was super stressed. I had to go to work at 5, but the girls at work were awesome! I had told them what was going on Monday night, so they asked about it when I went in and I kept my cell on so my family could keep me posted. At a little after 6 I got the news, with the whole staff standing by: the baby had lived only 15 minutes, just long enough for the mom and dad to say good bye and I love you. It died in its mothers arms. Something no one can handle, but especially not at 17 and 20. Then came Wednesday. I had to get my house ready for the luau I was having Friday night for my friends bachelorette party. Plus I also had to go into work at four. Not too bad, but I also kept seeing my cousin ( since they live across the street), and it was so hard to talk....One of those situations where you can't without crying. Thursday was all the same until I went to work. One of the girls who was a little sick the night before passed out and hit her head, she was extremely dehydrated and was not fully coherent when she gained consciousness, I had to call 911 while management called her parents, and they could not figure out where we were, I kept telling them, but they didn't understand that it wasn't a residence. The paramedic finally came and she refused treatment, I still have no idea what happened or how she is :( Now for Friday. The funeral was at 10. For me it was not just super emotional because of the nature of everything, but I was also my first funeral. Not a big deal for most people, but I am also kind of necrophobic: I am so afraid of dead bodies it is not even funny.....Animals even, let alone people. My family never let me go to funerals because I even get cropped out at cemetaries and have to know where the body is so I am not standing on it. This one really surprised me. It was held in a mausoleum/ chapel and it didn't even bother me. I was so upset that when I saw the body I was crying tears of mourning instead of tears of fear. Then I had to go from there to decorate the church for the wedding,ran errands all day. Dinner, rehearsal, then we waited outside of wal-mart for an hour for the bride and cancelled the party when half of the people left and we had a argument, followed by apologies an hour later. Wedding was the following day, and today, Sunday starts a new week.....Too bad now there is a church convention and I have to close every night at work~!~~ When will it ever end~!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-111981141813333869?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/111981141813333869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=111981141813333869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/111981141813333869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/111981141813333869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2005/06/most-eventful-week-of-my-lifethat-had.html' title='The most eventful week of my life....That had nothing to do with me'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-111661504215105852</id><published>2005-05-20T13:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T13:50:42.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't wait until the internet gets installed in my apartment!!!</title><content type='html'>Then, i will be able to post...until then......i'm sleeping!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-111661504215105852?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/111661504215105852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=111661504215105852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/111661504215105852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/111661504215105852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-cant-wait-until-internet-gets.html' title='I can&apos;t wait until the internet gets installed in my apartment!!!'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-111458478288588091</id><published>2005-04-27T01:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T01:53:02.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>who ya got in the bag? part 2: hide your kill</title><content type='html'>stories of me finding dead bodiesn and stuff just keep coming and coming. the other day i was walking into work, and i kept hearing this moaning sound that sounded like an injured small child. the parking lot behind the store had nothing but trash cans and other buildings for businesses so automatically was freaking out thinking someone dumped a kid. as i kept looking it got more faint. then a scream! as i ran towards the sound as fast as i could , i then heard a loud...OH yes! hit it harder baby! there were ppl doing it in the parking lot!&lt;br /&gt;this reminds me of another blonde adventure. In our town, there is an old country road where alot of bad things happen, its spooky andit has plenty of places to hide. I was driving along it talking to a friend on the phone and getting footage for a movie i was making for her and i had to turn around in a field ( i love suv's!). as i was turning on a patch of mud, i had to slam on the brakes to miss hitting thios animal that came out of nowhere and was hurrled into a massive skid that landed me in some brush. as i got out of my car to asses the damage, i saw a partial skeleton greeting me from the brush. there was a ribcage that looked to be from a large child or a small woman and part of the spinal column. as i got closer, i could see where the top half was missing. After  a lot of freaking out, i decided i was going to investigate ( while my friend screamed at me to call the police). Armed with my handy stick, i started poking in the bushes near the body ( but not too close to it due to the smell) and found nothing. as i started to dial the police, i noticed as i got closer, i could see what looked like body parts behind it....so i crept closer....and closer...AND THERE WAS THE DECAPITATED HEAD!!!!!!!!!!........of the hugest deer i have ever seen! gruesome sight, but not what i expected. just as i noticed this, the police answered the phone and i told them simply "never mind " and hung up the phone. see this is truely a horrifying story.....it took the police 10 minutes to answer the phone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-111458478288588091?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/111458478288588091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=111458478288588091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/111458478288588091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/111458478288588091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2005/04/who-ya-got-in-bag-part-2-hide-your.html' title='who ya got in the bag? part 2: hide your kill'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-111256892801087459</id><published>2005-04-27T01:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T01:10:00.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When did we all suddenly become adults?</title><content type='html'>I have suddenly became addicted to the show grey's anatomy(don't even ask me why because I have no idea) and this is a constant phrase ...Right now it totally makes sense to me. A few weeks ago was my big family birthday bash at a local night club. I was the only family member under 40 and I didn't really k now anyone in the club.... But it was interesting. Not because it was totally wild or anything, but just the fact that I saw people that I know and realized how more mature I am compared to them. Most were running around trying to hook up with strangers and over revealing themselves, while I on the other hand realize that the pic of your bare chest that "nice" guy just took will probably  pop up on the net just as you finish law school.&lt;br /&gt;here is another weird example of my behavior changes. I went to the movies with my friends sister the other day and was surprised when I ran into a girl from high school. We had been watching the ring 2 and I laughed so hard my mascara ran, so we went to the restroom. There, as I came out of between two stalls was my worst enemy from high school. See,when I say this, most people envision a scene from a teen movie where I come around the corner and am confronted with some skinny semi-pretty girl with a frown.....No, I wasn't lucky enough for it to be that one, It was the short roly-poly girl who was annoying and made it her goal to make every moment around me torture. After a snotty forced convo that had to be the longest 5 minutes of my life, I did something that shocked the crud out of me! When she snubbed my job( I was working at a high end bridal boutique as a seamstress) all I did was ask "what are you doing" nicely and smiled. She got so mad at this she ran away. Before, I would have told her how great I was doing and how I was better than her just to make her huffy, but I didn't. &lt;br /&gt;It seems like you should be out driving fast and not having a care in the world then....When you least suspect it...BOOM!!!!! Maturity and responsibility hits you in the butt and the wallet! We need some sort of warning system for this. Something to predict when we become adults, when the realities of bills and social dry spells and  having to care for other people sets in. Until then, we can rely on switching from Spongebob to Oprah and back again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-111256892801087459?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/111256892801087459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=111256892801087459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/111256892801087459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/111256892801087459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2005/04/when-did-we-all-suddenly-become-adults.html' title='When did we all suddenly become adults?'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-111214996457080534</id><published>2005-03-29T20:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T20:32:44.573-06:00</updated><title type='text'>whats so big about the Pope?</title><content type='html'>i understand his role to the catholic chrurch and all, but what does he mean to the rest of the christian world? i can remember when i was little and a few women from my baptist church got to go see the pope.......you would have thought they were visiting a major celebrity or something...they came bachk with t-shirts and the whole enchilada!so my huge question is whyt would the pope be important to you if you are not catholic?!?&lt;br /&gt;some people tell me it's because akll of our christian beliefs come from catholocism so in a way, we are all a form of catholic....No! it started with jesus. jesus was A JEW...THEREFORE, WE ARE ALL DERIVED FROM JEWS. christians are jews who believed. Catholics are christians, not all christians are catholic. I consider the people who believed that jesus was the massiah before his death christians because isnt a huge part of being a christian believing that jesus is our lord and saviour?so ya...where does the pope fit in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My posts for a while will be more rare (like weekly if lucky) due to having two full time jobs for a few weeks, but keep reading...there have been some interesting things going through my mind here lately!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-111214996457080534?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/111214996457080534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=111214996457080534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/111214996457080534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/111214996457080534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2005/03/whats-so-big-about-pope.html' title='whats so big about the Pope?'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-111111575495146115</id><published>2005-03-18T21:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T21:15:54.953-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How do some people live..........</title><content type='html'>Without Steak 'n Shake? I have lived on steak 'n shake everytime I have partied since my senior year of high school and is a key reason why I could never live in New York or LA . They have THE best food on earth and if you have never ate at one, you need to. The frisco melt, sippable banana split  and either cheese fries or onion rings with cup o' chili .............mmmmmmmmmm.... Ok, I'm going to have to go get some now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-111111575495146115?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/111111575495146115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=111111575495146115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/111111575495146115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/111111575495146115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2005/03/how-do-some-people-live.html' title='How do some people live..........'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-111013778250477948</id><published>2005-03-17T19:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T20:13:56.370-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am finally 21...yay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and How can you tell if you have a good blog???</title><content type='html'>as of 5:48 am on march 15, i was 21 years old. My bithday absolutely sucked but a few hours and a margarita later things are good.&lt;br /&gt;I was bummed because everyone actually forgot my birthday,and i turned 21 at work. i cried, felt sorry for myself, felt like my life was a failure and went to bed. It's so weird though, because now things are so much better for it! When i woke up yesterday morning, i was bound and determined that from now on my life will mean something, even more than before and things are really turning up! I just applied for a seamstress and store manager at a bridal shop (which actually pays just as well as my factory job)and so many other things are going on that its amazing. It's so weird how the worst day of your life can lead to your best! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, btw.....I always hear people either saying "my blog sux" or "my blog is awesome!!!" but how do you tell if you have a decent blog? Is it the number of referrals by other blogs? Is it number of comments? Number of readers? How many countries you are read in???Well, I wouldn't know b/c people don't leave comments anymore!!!!!!!!!!!!!! hint, hint. Don't be afraid to say something! I know your reading.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-111013778250477948?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/111013778250477948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=111013778250477948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/111013778250477948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/111013778250477948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-am-finally-21yay-and-how-can-you.html' title='I am finally 21...yay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and How can you tell if you have a good blog???'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-111013371931602597</id><published>2005-03-06T12:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T12:28:39.316-06:00</updated><title type='text'>An update on my last post about Brian "head" Welch</title><content type='html'>After announcing his leave from the band "KORN" in February, guitarist Brian Welch has now been &lt;a href="http://aolsvc.news.aol.com/music/article.adp?id=20050305132309990010&amp;ncid=NWS00010000000001"&gt;baptized in Israel&lt;/a&gt;. Along with his change in lifestyle, he has also changed his music and his cause. "My songs are God saying things to me, him talking to people. He's going to use me to heal people and people are going to be drawn to it, just watch, they will be." The best thing about this is it's already working. Several people who have reported on this are actually promoting Christian movement, the "if it worked for him, why not me?" approach. Also, a lot, and I mean ALOT of young people look up to him and other rock stars, and he has a lot of them seriously thinking about the path they are taking. He found a cure for his anger by finding God, and helped reach millions of people along the way :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-111013371931602597?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/111013371931602597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=111013371931602597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/111013371931602597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/111013371931602597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2005/03/update-on-my-last-post-about-brian.html' title='An update on my last post about Brian &quot;head&quot; Welch'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-110999707840529625</id><published>2005-03-05T21:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T22:54:44.586-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I will never work for Fendi or most haute couture fashion houses</title><content type='html'>Why you ask? Because they use fur. As many of you know, I am huge on animal rights and believe the fur industry is cruel and disgusting. Don't get me wrong, I wear leather and other goods, But from animals people eat. They don't just slaughter the cows for their hide, they are turned into food and other items and not too much goes to waste. With most animals in the fur industry; such as rabbits, minks, foxes and bears, are killed through anal electrocution just for the fur and the rest of the body is disposed of. The most disgusting I found so far is the use of household pets such as dogs and cats. In &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/7052258/"&gt;this MSNBC article&lt;/a&gt; they explain:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Animal rights activists estimate that 2 million cats and dogs are killed in Asia each year for their fur which is imported into Europe under false labels, saying it either fake fur or exotic Asian species, to make soft toys, blankets, coats and fur trims on hoods.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its sad when you have to be afraid to even buy fake fur, but I guess asia is really bad about the practices held in the fur trade as mentioned in &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/7031634/"&gt;this article about j-lo's new fashion line&lt;/a&gt; ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Phase One of the campaign launches today, when the take-no-prisoners activists will be stationed outside Virgin Records in Times Square in Manhattan. While Lopez is inside signing copies of her new album, PETA activists will be showing horrific film footage of animals being skinned alive in China — the world’s number one fur-producing country, where there’s not a single animal-protection law — edited in with images of Lopez swathed in fur from her latest video.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; most people find PETA's protest a little out of hand, and I agree they do handle things wrong, but we DO need to make people aware that these things go on.But there are far more tactful ways that we all can help raise awareness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year in school, since the 4th grade, when we were allowed to do a presentation on anything we wanted i always chose an animal rights oriented presentation just for the fact most people don't even think about it. The most memorable i ever had was in the 7th grade.we were supposed to present a persuasive speech in our speech and public speaking class, and i chose an informative presentation on animal cruelty. My teacher threw a fit saying that it was informative, not persuasive, but if i could persuade people somehow with it, he would give me a passing grade. when presentation day came, It was perfect. The guy who sat next to me was bragging about shooting some dogs, the girl next to him was wearing a rabbit fur trimmed coat. During my presentation, i told them about the fur process and about different forms of cruelty. None of my materials were as grotesque as PETA's, but just gross enough to get the point across. about halfway through, people started thinking, then the fur coats came off, then, the teacher even started thinking. By the end of it, even the dog shooter felt bad, he never admitted it, but he never shot another dog either. i only got a C bc the teacher was mad, but hey, its still passing and it had a good impact.&lt;br /&gt;If we all take every chance we are given to tactfully spread the news of our causes, especially telling others of God's greatness, Can you imagine how much we can get done? It may seem like just a bit when your doing it, but it all adds up! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-110999707840529625?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/110999707840529625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=110999707840529625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/110999707840529625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/110999707840529625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2005/03/why-i-will-never-work-for-fendi-or.html' title='Why I will never work for Fendi or most haute couture fashion houses'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-110988628352542239</id><published>2005-03-04T21:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T21:40:21.160-06:00</updated><title type='text'>why are reporters allowed in the line of fire?</title><content type='html'>Every night on the news, there is a reporter who is reporting from a warzone...and oftem alongside a unit of soldiers. Many people think this is a good idea, we get the real news this way, right? Not really.The news is still edited and semi-censored when we get it. And thats another issue i have with the reporters in Iraq...if we are telling people in the US we are looking for someone, we are telling the people we are looking for also, and if they know we are looking, they are goiong to hide. We watch Al Jazeera, they watch CNN.&lt;br /&gt;Also, these reporters are not military trained, and even if they are prior service, they are not out there fighting, they do not carry a gun and protect themselves, and are drawing a few more soldiers into even more danger. By not only protecting themselves, but also an unarmed journalist, they are bound to be distracted. To me, i think we should have a new MOS(job) in the military, national journalist. yes i know they do have journalists, but i mean like an anchor to send reports to US tv, so we get the news we need, no more no less, and they are not compromised. Also, they wouldn't be in so much danger or as big of a burden to the unit bc they can hold their own and the military knows where it is ok to report from and where its not.Otherwise, i think journalism from the middle east should be held to a minimum. This isn't some sort of entertainment or a "let's free the polar bears" report, this is peoples lives at stake, it just seems unsafe to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-110988628352542239?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/110988628352542239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=110988628352542239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/110988628352542239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/110988628352542239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2005/03/why-are-reporters-allowed-in-line-of.html' title='why are reporters allowed in the line of fire?'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-110956256306629672</id><published>2005-03-03T21:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T13:04:28.416-06:00</updated><title type='text'>All that glitter and old</title><content type='html'>Ever heard the phrase "all that glitters is gold?" well, when it comes to alot of churches anymore it's "all that glitter and old". Glitter refering to the "glitter pastors" most common in youth groups, who make everything pretty to get people in the pews. Old refering to overly tame services that are aimed at the 60+ crowd. Neither of these things done correctly are bad, don't get me wrong, but in excess can be disasterous.&lt;br /&gt; Many youth, college, and singles aimed groups i have seen have really lost what it's all about. They have the "cool pastor" who jumps on stage, pretends to be ghetto, and takes them on cool trips.....but ask them what they learned and you'll get "i dunno". Yes, it does bring in the people, but they need to integrate a lesson, A REAL, IMPORTANT, CHRIST BASED LESSON!  again, i'm not saying all are like this, just a few.&lt;br /&gt;Another popular form of glitter pastor is the miracle worker. He struts into a church and suddenly  BOOM!!!! 160 people are suddenly lead to God, baptized by water or Holy Spirit,or miraculously healed. plus he preaches so emotionally he has to run around screaming his head off. During one of these services i have been to, a man actually tried to push me over while praying! I'm like, "hello, its a broken arm, not broken spirit", plus he was pushing me over by the broken arm, so i wasn't a happy camper!&lt;br /&gt;Then there are the 60+ churches. My church is one of these, but is done right. It's not too energetic, but not sleep prone. I have sat through many a service at a different church where 50% of the congregation is asleep by 11:30. The pastor has to scream during the service, and still most remain in slumber.&lt;br /&gt;A happy medium im sure is out there somewhere. Everyone has their preference, hence all the different churches, but a good one is hard to find!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-110956256306629672?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/110956256306629672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=110956256306629672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/110956256306629672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/110956256306629672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2005/03/all-that-glitter-and-old.html' title='All that glitter and old'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-110948330737894532</id><published>2005-02-27T07:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T23:48:27.400-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I think this is something I need to do</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I have always been one of those people who has wanted to be a little bit of everything when I grow up, a doctor, a police officer, a politician, and most recently a fashion designer, which I am making happen......But one thing was always a constant: I wanted a career when I can help people in some way and possible lead them towards a Christian lifestyle. Whether it was by helping refugees in a foreign country by providing aid and religious options, or by teaching someone that you can be just as beautiful dressed modestly and that its what's on the inside that counts...Spirituality not sexuality. Either way I was going to help people and witness to God.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know I may get a bit of crap for this, but whether God put it on my heart, or it is just my true desire, about 4 years ago I felt the call to go into the missions field, at the time I felt the army was the direction for this to go...Go to foreign lands as a medic and help the dying by giving them hope. But when that ended, I stood doubting if this was the path I was to take. I fully believe that God has a purpose for each person. He has a reason for creating us the way he did ( more of that in my free will post coming up). We have the talents and gifts we do to carry out a certain aspect of his work. I have been told 50 million paths to take by a hundred people, but most aren't gonna happen anytime soon, such as marriage or college, so I wonder where to even begin, Until I actually started watching the news from other places and thinking about it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have always wanted to help people in situations that they can't get out of. People who think they have no choice other than to die, the bottom of the barrel sort. I was thinking of maybe starting an small organization to build houses for people in poor places that have been devastated by disasters, like Mexico where if someone loses their shack, they are on the street. I actually know a few businesses locally that throw out scrap items that could be used to build these houses, but have no one to build them, so out the window went that plan also. Then one day a few months ago, while in the Doctors office, I read an article that really spoke to me. It was about Women sold into prostitution and sex slavery against their will. I had talked to one of my friends a few months earlier about helping dealers and criminals get off the streets, but I never thought about it.  These stories made me cry. These women went through terrible ordeals and honestly couldn't get any help. Some are kidnapped and sold into sex slavery in different countries, some are lured to their destination thinking they are getting a god job, then find out upon arrival they will be used as prostitutes, one woman was sold into the lifestyle at age 9, had her first child at 13, and now has several incurable STD's because of something that was forced upon her. If these women go for help, they are normally turned away. If they have children and they go to the police or many organizations, they will be prosecuted and if they have children, they will be taken away. There are women's shelters for abuse victims, but in many places, they are so full, they refuse prostitutes. If they do manage to find someone to help them, they are treated as substandard people, they have no worth. So after a lot of thought, I think the one thing that is really in need is a place for these women to go. There are a few organizations out there, but not many, and although they do provide counseling, they can't provide what God can, No amount of therapy can truly make them feel renewed. I think these women need a place where they can go to be safe, to find jobs and housing to get back on their feet, and where they not only get their therapy from a psychologist, but from women who have been through what they have and found the comfort they seek in God. Let them know that they can start over and be clean, their sins are forgivable, and that there is always hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-110948330737894532?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/110948330737894532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=110948330737894532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/110948330737894532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/110948330737894532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-think-this-is-something-i-need-to-do.html' title='I think this is something I need to do'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-110948044430659987</id><published>2005-02-26T22:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T23:00:44.306-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Really awesome blog post!!</title><content type='html'>I came across a really god blog the other day and &lt;a href="http://hyperyouth.blogspot.com/2005/02/this-is-anthem.html#comments"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt; is so true! I will be linking amber lynn in my blog roll and hope to hear more posts like this!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-110948044430659987?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/110948044430659987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=110948044430659987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/110948044430659987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/110948044430659987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2005/02/really-awesome-blog-post.html' title='Really awesome blog post!!'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-110930553046703557</id><published>2005-02-25T21:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T18:51:23.986-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Virginity, sex, society, and why dating sites suck</title><content type='html'>I was joining one of those 99 point relationship and psychological profiling dating sites today when I noticed a flaw in their process. When they ask you about physical intimacy either your a porn star,one night stander, no drive or no drive and celibate......You cant be sexual or have a drive eventually and be celibate. I even got an email stating this and that I have a low sex drive and will be paired with people of the same drive level.... And that's compatible??? What ever happened to sex being something precious between a man and his wife and saving yourself meant you had self respect...Not a low sex drive? I guess it is low due to the fact it isn't happening, but if drive is so important its a factor, won't it still be a factor post marriage? And what about people who aren't virgins, but have seen the wrong they have done and are waiting until marriage to have sex again? They obviously know what their drive is and how it will be post marriage, so are they anti-sexual beings too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virginity in our society is treated like the plague anymore. Way back in the days of our Great grandparents, people lied about their lack of virginity so they wouldn't be considered slutty, now people lie about virginity to not be a prude. Plus, even if you don't lie about being a virgin still, some one will do you the favor. Take it from the queen of the virgin hoochie mama's here, I was a sophomore in high school, never even kissed beyond pecks, and I managed to sleep with the entire varsity football team, in one weekend, while home with the flu. The most recent case of virgin plague I saw though was on Mondays episode of "The Bachelorette" where two men who are virgins were treated as if they were some sort of sideshow freaks. Everyone wonders how in the world a man can be celibate at 25. When one man commented he was in love with his future wife and was saving everything for her, he was met with a dialogue of:&lt;br /&gt;host: are you getting married?&lt;br /&gt;guest: no&lt;br /&gt;*****random "OMG your a sideshow freak" looks from everyone******&lt;br /&gt;the same man was also seen as a reject because virginity = so horrid he cant get any action &lt;br /&gt;yes, maybe he should have clarified, but still the whole show both virginal men were seen as weirdo's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As one of the many people who have made mistakes and are trying to save what's left for marriage, the virgin thing was a piece of cake....Try telling a man who wants to get frisky and knows you have done stuff your saving yourself and see what happens.... It's like an automatic break up right there. If your still a virgin and he's a decent guy, he will respect your wishes and feel like a scumbag. If your not, you think he isn't good enough for you and your a liar. Most people in general, even some Christians, can't quite grasp the concept that in Christianity, God forgives our sins, whether lieing, stealing or even fornication. These people forget that sin is sin, and part of forgiveness is giving up the wrong that you have done. When I find a guy who understands this and meets the checklist.....I'm getting married...Until then....I'll just wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-110930553046703557?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/110930553046703557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=110930553046703557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/110930553046703557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/110930553046703557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2005/02/virginity-sex-society-and-why-dating.html' title='Virginity, sex, society, and why dating sites suck'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-110913595118498212</id><published>2005-02-24T23:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T22:35:42.846-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I drove today!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I never realized how fun driving was until i had been away from it for 2 months. I got to drive yesterday and it was so exciting. I think the excitement was also partially due to the fact it probably wasn't a good idea to do it either, but hey, when your homebound...anythings a thrill!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-110913595118498212?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/110913595118498212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=110913595118498212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/110913595118498212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/110913595118498212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-drove-today.html' title='I drove today!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-110918764642635795</id><published>2005-02-23T13:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T13:40:46.426-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You never know who you can lead to God</title><content type='html'>I found&lt;a href="http://aolsvc.news.aol.com/music/article.adp?id=20050222204809990008"&gt; this&lt;/a&gt; interesting. After reading why he left the band, It made me think about how a lot of people won't witness to people because they assume they are unreachable. I will be honest, this is one case where I would assume that, but he changed his ways. If a rock star can do it, anyone can!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-110918764642635795?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/110918764642635795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=110918764642635795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/110918764642635795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/110918764642635795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2005/02/you-never-know-who-you-can-lead-to-god.html' title='You never know who you can lead to God'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-110895669784037346</id><published>2005-02-22T21:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T22:12:41.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The war hits home...But just sort</title><content type='html'>Our town, being a large percent military, has just now received its first casualty...Sort. The man grew up here, but left in his early teens. He and his family didn't live here anymore, but he still came from here. I can't even imagine how horrible it must be for all of the families who have lost people in the war. What thoughts are  running through their heads. The closest I have ever came was about a year ago, when I thought my ex had died in combat. My best friend had called me that evening because she was watching the news, and they had just announced that three soldiers out of my ex boyfriends unit had been killed in action and several others injured, and one fit his description, but names couldn't be released on the air, you had to go to a site. Even though we weren't together, I had loved him at one time and checked the site daily to make sure he was ok, he was, but I couldn't help but thinking how the families of these soldiers killed in combat feel. I sat there just moment earlier, regretting things that had happened between us and feeling so horrid, but imagine having the person you love more than anything, the person you planned on spending the rest of your life with torn away from you. That is a feeling I would wish upon no one, and wish could be prevented :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-110895669784037346?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/110895669784037346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=110895669784037346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/110895669784037346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/110895669784037346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2005/02/war-hits-homebut-just-sort.html' title='The war hits home...But just sort'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-109579167230914318</id><published>2005-02-20T13:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T18:19:26.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To pierce or not to pierce: Trends, clothing, and does it really matter to God?</title><content type='html'>I have heard this all of my life "your body is a temple, so we are not to damage it with piercings and tattoos" but here is one point, are all of the women mentioned in the bible unworthy to God, because they all had piercings? Nose rings, ear rings, and a lot of other things people say are rebellious or inappropriate were fashion staples for women in the bible, yes, there were trends and fashion even in the bible days. I have been putting a lot of thought here lately into what kinds of fashions God would want us to wear....I know, your thinking "God doesn't care what we wear as long as our naughty bits aren't showing and no one really cares" but It really is important. It even says in the bible that we are to maintain a modest appearance... Amish modest, NO, but still modest. &lt;br /&gt;     Speaking of the Amish, they truly baffle me. I do not see where they get that every single modern thing is evil, here lately its been saving their butts! Plus, the clothes... They are impractical and have no biblical basis. I can see why they want them covering as to be modest, but in the biblical era, the only reason why they didn't wear brightly colored clothing was because they couldn't afford the expense of dyes, and the ones who could afford it, did. Most women's clothing was adorned with COLORED embroidery which was another big trend for them.&lt;br /&gt;     Back to the first thing. Another thing that the bible says is that men and women are to wear different clothes and that they shouldn't dress like the opposite sex, but where is the line for this? Do they mean individual pieces or the whole look? Is wearing a boy's wifebeater with a girlie pin breaking this rule? Or what about tailored suits? That's what I would really like to know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-109579167230914318?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/109579167230914318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=109579167230914318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/109579167230914318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/109579167230914318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2005/02/to-pierce-or-not-to-pierce-trends.html' title='To pierce or not to pierce: Trends, clothing, and does it really matter to God?'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-108960438079311658</id><published>2005-02-10T10:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T16:18:29.823-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiding Jesus: Why peer pressure is a huge factor</title><content type='html'>   This man was beaten half to death, thorns were crushed into his head, was nailed to piece of wood by his hands and feet, tortured and left hung to die to pay for things that WE have done, not him. But then many of us cant even bear to say his name in public or admit that he is our savior....Unless it's cool at the moment. The most obvious examples are in the celebrity world, especially at awards shows. At the appropriate moment, some may thank God and Make some sort of spirituality apparent, but then, comes the afterparty. I'm not saying they have no morals or don't believe in God or Jesus as our savior, but they spend the night drinking, partying and having sex with random people....Spend awhile wearing overly revealing clothing, cussing like sailors...Maybe write a few songs about killing and then having sex with more random people... Spend a couple days preaching how they are good, God-fearing people...To me, that isn't the lifestyle of someone who truly wants to follow God, But celebrities are not alone.&lt;br /&gt;    The commercial world is far worse! This past Christmas is a prime example. Most larger corporations and retailers tried to ban saying "merry Christmas" because it may offend someone. I think it should be up to the person what they say, and if a customer is offended by someone saying "Merry Christmas" to them, they need to get over it. I have been to stores before where people wished me a Happy Hanukkah and I just replied "happy Hanukkah and a merry Christmas ". I wasn't offended, It just showed me the sales clerk was feeling the spirit of her holiday. There is nothing wrong with telling your customers "happy holidays" to be all inclusive holiday wise, but its a little far to ban the word Christmas, especially since they didn't try to ban Hanukkah, kwanzaa, or any other winter holiday. This was a really tacky ban, but some good came of it. A lot of the store owners in my town made their thoughts of it apparent on signs in the windows and on their marquee boards. Everywhere you went you were greeted by a sign occasionally stating "come on in  and we will wish you a merry Christmas" or "if you have a problem with the phrase 'merry Christmas', we will be ending our holiday season Jan. 2nd". But then, I live in one of the very few towns that still have an actual Christmas parade and are allowed to sing songs about God in Choir. &lt;br /&gt;    Many Christians (yes Christians) have a problem with the God factor. It's not that they live a sinful life, or that they don't want to follow God's word, but they only want to admit they are Christians when it is cool. One good example is the classic high school "look at the nerdy bible thumper" example. When placed in a crowd full of people picking on the kid in the hall carrying a bible, most people won't try to stop it...Why? Not only would you have to stand up to friends, but you maybe called out yourself. Then there is the "you go to church where?" thing. I have actually had guys dump me and lost friends over where I went to church! My denom was weird, or my church was small, thus "uncool". Fellowship is one thing, but last time I checked, going to church was about worshipping God, not to be seen at "the cool church". Another thing is churches are trying to get people,especially youth, to witness to people and get them to go to church with them. When I in youth and my youth pastor told me to ask people to go to church with me, I looked at him like he grew a second head! Just walking up to people and asking them to go to church is super uncool in high school. After a few of my friends asking me to go with them, I saw that it didn't have to be social suicide. You can work things like personal and religious beliefs, advice, and even an invitation to church into a normal conversation without forcing it! There is nothing socially suicidal about being someone people can talk to .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-108960438079311658?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/108960438079311658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=108960438079311658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/108960438079311658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/108960438079311658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2005/02/hiding-jesus-why-peer-pressure-is-huge.html' title='Hiding Jesus: Why peer pressure is a huge factor'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-110798141449091291</id><published>2005-02-09T14:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T15:02:14.536-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why V-day should be banned!!!!And not just because I'm single!</title><content type='html'>Yes, its the time of year again. Most people think that I feel the way I do about valentines day because I'm usually single and don't have plans...I don't have plans not because I can't get a date, but because I truly loathe the holiday. To me, valentines day is just a commercial holiday to get people to buy things supposedly to show people that they love them. I'm not questioning that the gifts were bought with love, but I would rather get a gift expressing love because my man was thinking of me sporadically, not because its an holiday and he feels like he has to. Also people seem to get obsessed with what they got as a symbol of how much that person loves them, but it doesn't work that way. The guy who spent the most on me was the one who loved me the least. Also, a lot of guys I know use it as a Make -up holiday. They show no affection all year except for v-day then use it everytime they are accused of being uncaring."ya, I be a jerk today, but do you remember last vday when I bought you diamonds and stuff?" It's awful! &lt;br /&gt;I think valentines day shouldn't be a holiday, I think we should take time out everyday to think about, and express our love for one another. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-110798141449091291?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/110798141449091291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=110798141449091291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/110798141449091291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/110798141449091291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2005/02/why-v-day-should-be-bannedand-not-just.html' title='Why V-day should be banned!!!!And not just because I&apos;m single!'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-110757063004641350</id><published>2005-02-04T20:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T20:30:30.046-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a scary thought.....</title><content type='html'>if you look at what we use on a daily basis and what it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received my starter kit yesterday, so i am now officially a beauty consultant, atleast until I can go back to work (i dislocated my hip 2 weeks ago). &lt;br /&gt;The company suggests i try out all of the products before i sell them, and most I have used regularly at some point, except for the anti-aging treatment because I am allergic to the special chemical that makes their treatments effective. After packing my bag, I went to the bathroom to wash my face and decided to wash a handbag that I wanted to carry. I used the facial cleanser i have been using regularly to wash my face (not the brand I'm selling btw) and was horrified at what was happening.....it took the iron soot from work off of my face and off of the bag, but it also took some of the color off the plastic! it also changed the texture a bit!!!! To me, this is a scary thought, if it can damage plastic, what is it doing to your face?!? I am scared of dipilatories of any type also for this reason. I used one of the bladeless razor kits and i followed the directions perfectly, I actually cut the time in half not due to effectiveness, but because it burned a hole in my leg!(i think Chris W. saw the damage) My bathroom floor has battlescars from this product! There are a million other products out there like this...we don't really think about it when they work right, but some seem just dangerous!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-110757063004641350?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/110757063004641350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=110757063004641350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/110757063004641350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/110757063004641350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2005/02/its-scary-thought.html' title='It&apos;s a scary thought.....'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-110739921442595406</id><published>2005-02-03T20:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T10:27:02.530-06:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe we should send mini boxes of lucky charms with out kids to school</title><content type='html'>Japan snaps up 'lucky' Kit Kats  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Kit Kat is a best-selling sweet around the world &lt;br /&gt;Students in Japan have reportedly caused sales of Kit Kat bars to soar, by adopting them as lucky charms. &lt;br /&gt;The name of the chocolate bar resembles a Japanese expression - "kitto katsu" - used by students to wish each other luck before exams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phrase has been translated roughly as: "I hope you will win." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kit Kat has introduced a range of flavours designed for the famously sweet-toothed Japanese market, including green tea flavour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other variations include passion fruit, white chocolate, and lemon cheesecake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Determined pupils &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The multinational food company Nestle, which makes the bar, said it had noticed a surge in demand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're finding that parents are buying them for their children for exam days," Yuko Iwasaki, a spokesman for Nestle Japan, told Britain's Daily Telegraph newspaper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But also some determined pupils are buying Kit Kats for themselves as a sort of reminder that they are really going to give these exams their best shot," he added. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kit Kat was invented by Britain's Rowntree confectionery company back in 1935, but until 1937 was called the Chocolate Crisp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kit Kat name is thought to derive from a club of the same name in 1920s London. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has long been the most popular chocolate bar in the UK. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;bbc news&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-110739921442595406?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/110739921442595406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=110739921442595406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/110739921442595406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/110739921442595406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2005/02/maybe-we-should-send-mini-boxes-of.html' title='maybe we should send mini boxes of lucky charms with out kids to school'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-110712278156440871</id><published>2005-01-30T16:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T20:40:12.783-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I think Condelezza Rice's outfit last sunday was a political DON'T!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; Patent leather stiletto boots? Black pantyhose? Above the knee skirt? These are all cute items. But when out together on the secretary of state? This is a disaster. I'm not saying that someone in a political standing shouldn't dress stylish or trendy, but I think they should try to make it look very professional and put together, not mix it with un kept hair that looked like the normal plastic style she sports with a huge misplaced chunk, or an asymmetrical shirt under a jacket. What does all of this fashion critique have to do with her ability as secretary of state? More than you realize.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; When I was studying to be a legal assistant, I had to apply at several law offices to try to get a job as a legal secretary.  I went in a stuffy suit  with overly modest shoes, plastically perfect blonde hair , and was told I look like lawyer Barbie. The best advice I ever got from a lawyer was this: your appearance, presence, and charisma are just as important as your education. Without those things you won't get very far.  And its true! After that I went to interviews in fitted suits with trendier pieces like a mini or boot cut slacks, but I toned it down  with conservative accessories and hair and instantly peoples opinions changed from legally blonde syndrome to ready for Law school.  In the world of law and politics your initial impression is everything. Now back to Ms. Rice. Every time I see her,  she seems to lack all of the things I mentioned. She either dresses way too corporate, or way too trendy, plus she seems to lack the emotion to her voice needed to really convey  messages. Its amazing to me how things you wouldn't assume matter, really do. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-110712278156440871?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/110712278156440871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=110712278156440871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/110712278156440871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/110712278156440871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2005/01/why-i-think-condelezza-rices-outfit.html' title='Why I think Condelezza Rice&apos;s outfit last sunday was a political DON&apos;T!'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-110706518389592013</id><published>2005-01-30T02:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T02:15:10.906-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet another Iraqi post...But this ones better</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This one asks the big question: why are we all worried about Iraq, when we never even solved the problem in Afghanistan? Just because the fighting ended there, doesn't mean that its over, we never accomplished our goal there and we never will if we stop trying. Out of curiosity (and a long discussion with a friend who was in Iraq) I decided to get the DL on Osama bin laden, and I think he's behind a lot more than most people think. One thing people do automatically is assume that if he is guilty , his whole family is guilty, but although I wasn't able to find very much info on his family, they did supposedly disown him in 1991 and are not in close contact with him. The lack of info on a man with that much money is kinda odd, but you also cant judge a person, especially with out cold hard evidence. When it comes to bin laden though...The evidence is there. He started al-Qaida in Sudan, where there are several Muslim terrorist groups, including the Janjaweed, the group guilty of committing genocide against the people of darfur. Al Qaida also still owns many large businesses in Sudan. The thing I wonder is why haven't we caught him? Is Bush really close with bin laden?We spent all this time and effort to find Saddam, why not do the same for bin laden...Are we a nation of quitters? Do we give up because we don't succeed right away? NO!!!So I say we keep going til we are done!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; another big debate concerning the war is why it started in the first place. Many say that the President just wanted to finish what his father started in the early 90's, while others claim it was over oil. The most common one I hear is to direct attention away from the problems in Afghanistan and September 11. I believe that President Bush did want to help the people in Iraq,and we have done a lot of good sofar, but we have a long ways to go, and are no closer to bin laden than when we started. The weapon of mass destruction thing is another theory. He went on a hunt for WMD's and found a whole lot of nothing. Even if there were any, you don't go up to someone, tell them "hey, in a month I'm gonna search you for WMD's " and expect to find something...They suspected it for years and did nothing about it, obviously there wasn't a need now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if there is one good thing I have to say about the war, its how it has helped the women and children of the country.  The man will still be over them due to Muslim belief, but they finally have a chance at rights as people, not property. The women don't have to worry about being stolen away and raped or tortured, they have a chance at normal lives. No more beatings and the ability to leave the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; The point of view that fascinates me the most is that of the people actually serving over there. The most common thing I hear is how it is their job and they are doing what they were trained to do. Most feel they are doing a lot of good for the people there and feel that Iraq is something that needed to be done, but we should have cleaned our plate before adding more. Most will tell you that the civilians there truly want the US there, and if you look at the voting percentage of those in areas without terrorist action, you can see how much has changed, But the terrorists are the ones who cause all of the problems. They just refuse to accept new ways and the loss of power. They don't want the Iraqi people to be free.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I still stick to my little pacifist preschool theory. What do we tell little kids when they get into a fight? You tell them they need to use their words, not weapons or fighting...And work things out like big people do.&lt;br /&gt; why is it so hard for world leaders to grasp the concept when my pre tod class even understood that and they weren't even 2?&lt;/p&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-110706518389592013?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/110706518389592013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=110706518389592013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/110706518389592013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/110706518389592013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2005/01/yet-another-iraqi-postbut-this-ones.html' title='Yet another Iraqi post...But this ones better'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-110498643550788261</id><published>2005-01-26T22:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T10:30:15.136-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One war, millions of different stories</title><content type='html'>Isn't it weird how so many people can be involved in the same war and have so many different stories about it? My ex said it was horrid, while one of my friends said it wasn't that bad, and both were in the same area. I think a lot of it depends on how they feel about it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; most of the people who think it isn't too bad seem to be people who feel like the war was something we needed to do, and that democracy should be spread throughout the world, while most who are miserable think the terrorism needs to end, but feel like we have done enough, or that we are more trying to dominate the world than help it....I can see both sides.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; as I listened to president Bush's speech this morning, I noticed one thing he seemed to bring up a lot (or atleast put a lot of emphasis on) was how we are trying to spread democracy and western values throughout the world. This is where I see the world domination thing come in, and it is where a lot of countries see it too. I believe fully that Saddam was a horrid dictator who was abusive and tortured his people, and that he needed to go, but to be honest, if the leader of a communist country, for example, went on the news and started saying that they were going to lead a mission to capture the American president because they felt he was not doing things right and hurting our country, and we were now going to be communist, I would freak out!! It doesn't justify how these people are handling things, but I do see where some of the people are uprising, and are probably mis informed. It's like the telephone game, after the info goes through a few people, it gets twisted. I just hope it all ends soon and that our people can come home :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-110498643550788261?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/110498643550788261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=110498643550788261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/110498643550788261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/110498643550788261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2005/01/one-war-millions-of-different-stories.html' title='One war, millions of different stories'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-110376046507355922</id><published>2005-01-25T13:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T17:51:30.393-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where fashion went wrong</title><content type='html'>After a  short walk through wal- mart today I saw quite a few things that should have never happened when it comes to clothing, so  in celebration of my new clothing business and Mary Kay cosmetics  business, here is my personal list of things that never should have happened in the world of fashion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Children's thong undies, or any type of sexy lingerie aimed at the 3-12 year olds&lt;br /&gt;2. The lingerie as clothing trend in general when it comes to children, and adults  should use it with caution&lt;br /&gt;3. super lo rise jeans, or any thing else with the word "super " referring to the small size&lt;br /&gt;4. anything that screams "divorced 40 something housewife" like tanning until orange, dressing like britney spears, and super bleached hair &lt;br /&gt;5. cropped pants on the short legged&lt;br /&gt;6. bandeau tops&lt;br /&gt;7. swimsuit tops that can fall off!&lt;br /&gt;8. donatella versace(atleast most of her creations)&lt;br /&gt;9. Large, round sequins not used properly&lt;br /&gt;10 toeless tights&lt;br /&gt;11. Neon colors&lt;br /&gt;12. micro anything (other than micro fiber)&lt;br /&gt;13.dark lip liner&lt;br /&gt;14. high waisted "mom jeans"&lt;br /&gt;15. shoulder pads of any sort&lt;br /&gt;16.real fur, there's something creepy about wearing something that was electricuted up the butt!&lt;br /&gt;17. hair that looks like it hasnt been touched in years....purposefully (over plastic looking ranks up there too&lt;br /&gt;18. ugg boots&lt;br /&gt;19. beaded fringe(like leather and pony beads)&lt;br /&gt;20. super skinniness! we were all built how God wanted us to be, and some of us were never meant to be a 2! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And btw, i do think those were my feet featured in a glamour ad in the don'ts for black flip flops and rolled flared jeans, but i had to run to the store in heel jeans and my feet hurt.....it will never happen again...I promise! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-110376046507355922?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/110376046507355922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=110376046507355922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/110376046507355922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/110376046507355922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2005/01/where-fashion-went-wrong.html' title='Where fashion went wrong'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-110490159559444817</id><published>2005-01-04T22:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T23:06:35.593-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The tsunami crisis in Asia</title><content type='html'>I found &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/magazine/4138095.stm"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; fairly interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree with the atheist on one thing "Our response to this and other disasters, as compassionate human beings and regardless of our religious or non-religious beliefs, must be to provide whatever help we can." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What really worries me is how many aid organizations are no longer taking donations for the tsunami victims because they have adequate aid to help these people for now....But what about later? What happens to these poor people when the media coverage dies down and they start to rebuild, with no money to build with? Where are the people who lived on some of the coast lines going to live since their land has been destroyed to the point of uselessness? What happens to the children that are left orphaned, or the bodies of children that were killed cant be identified? This whole thing is so tragic, and yes we need to help these people now, but they are going to need help later too, so we need to keep them in our prayers and their struggle on our minds. We need to remember how fortunate we are and that we should help others who are going through hardships.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-110490159559444817?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/110490159559444817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=110490159559444817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/110490159559444817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/110490159559444817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2005/01/tsunami-crisis-in-asia.html' title='The tsunami crisis in Asia'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-110358863570314384</id><published>2004-12-29T18:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T12:43:58.750-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why blondes have more fun....And I'm not talking about the hair color</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This was brought up to me at work the other day and I just HAD to post about it. I was talking to a woman on my break about the pics I took of my dog for Halloween and when joined by a few other people, they start discussing how I am like Elle Woods from the movie "Legally Blonde", which I am used to. What actually lead me to write this post was what happened after this. A co-worker of mine who they did not know, joined me and we started talking and they now refer to her as "Legally Blonde 2". We just sat and finished our conversation, but when we entered the building, she brought up the others outside and how people just assume that because you are cheerful and don't put a ton of thought into things you find unimportant, that you are dumb. But I have a totally different outlook on the disease known as "legally blonde syndrome".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;just like I told my co-worker,I am proud to be a member of the "blonde club" also called "the secret genius association". It has been proven that most people who are considered "blonde" or "ditzy" usually have incredibly high IQ and live longer, happier lives than their more "intellectual" counterparts. My thought is, if you can't change it, why worry about it; if you can change it, do it; and  don't complain if you aren't going to fix it. Plus I have always been told that worry is a Horrid sin, because if you are worrying, you obviously aren't putting all of your faith in to God. Another good thing about being 'blonde" is that when it comes to telling things you shouldn't , people will tell the person that they think are too dumb to tell. I have always been the first to find out about stuff, and it definitely works to my advantage. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; So, here is my warning to everyone, don't underestimate the ditz in the corner, she probably knows a lot more than you think!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-110358863570314384?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/110358863570314384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=110358863570314384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/110358863570314384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/110358863570314384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2004/12/why-blondes-have-more-funand-im-not.html' title='Why blondes have more fun....And I&apos;m not talking about the hair color'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-110312988572251880</id><published>2004-12-15T10:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T12:30:00.516-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Witchcraft, Wiccans, and why Harry Potter doesn't even make a dent in it</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;a lot of Parents have issues with their small children reading the Harry potter books, and as a person with witches in my family, I understand why. I personally am a fan of the books and think that they are Ok for a child to read if they are an appropriate age and FULLY understand that witchcraft is NOTHING like what the books portray. In a sense they are like the wizard of OZ, if misconstrued, they can be harmful, But if you know different, its just a fun little fantasy type of thing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p&gt; When you say witch, most people think of the devil worshipping, spell book wielding, potion loving thing you see in movies, and quite a few I know are that type, but many different peoples in the world are considered witches, from African tribal leaders, to native Americans, maybe even your next door neighbor. I have a few relatives who practice witchcraft( one is a priestess of some sort) and have had friends in the past who were wiccans, and they are both very misleading religions, and very dangerous.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The form I am the most familiar with is the actual pagan ritual performing, crystal wearing, power within witch. The most vivid memory of this was when I went to the priestess persons house a few days before my 8th birthday so she could take me shopping for my birthday present. I was always fascinated by her house. She would have a menagerie of strange animals such as snakes and rats, along with the normal cat or dog. Her shelves were lined with all kinds of crystals and strange artwork representing different aspects of life. But other than these few aspects, it was a fairly normal home. After lunch that day though, I learned what all of these things were for. She took me and my brother, who was about 5 at the time, to a strange little shop that looked like a book store on the outside, but definitely wasn't at all. Once I entered the store it gave me the hebie jibes. The first thing you noticed as you entered was a huge display, right in the middle of the store, featuring the newest in crystal balls and books on clairvoyance,ESP, telekinesis, and telepathy. To your right was a wall full of astrology supplies and on the left was the rest of the store, with items I wasn't even allowed to see. When I asked what the items on the table were, since I was short and couldn't see them well, I was told to just worry about what we were here for. We walked up to the front counter where I was presented with a large display of unusual looking pendants, some very pretty, and some rather frightening. The lady behind the counter showed me a few, a sparkling clear star that warded off evil, a white moon that did something else, and I ended up picking a blue heart that warded off bad thoughts, not because of the meaning, but because it was pretty. As we left I felt relieved, just to be leaving.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; I have also been friends with a few wiccans, although I never had too much interest in it myself. All I really know there is a main goddess that has to do with nature and they have to have a sacrifice of some sort according to the seasons. So, the real world of witchcraft, no matter in what form, is nothing like Harry Potter, and I see nothing wrong with the books as long as the child has a firm grasp of that.&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-110312988572251880?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/110312988572251880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=110312988572251880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/110312988572251880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/110312988572251880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2004/12/witchcraft-wiccans-and-why-harry.html' title='Witchcraft, Wiccans, and why Harry Potter doesn&apos;t even make a dent in it'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-110184564749479186</id><published>2004-11-30T14:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T14:14:07.526-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You know your from where I live when.....</title><content type='html'>1. You ever went to parties at a pasture, barn, or in the middle of a dirt road.&lt;br /&gt;2.You said the 'f' word, or anything about your parents, and they knew within the hour&lt;br /&gt; 3.You schedule parties around the schedule of different police officers, since you know which ones would bust you and which ones wouldn't - same goes with the game warden&lt;br /&gt; 4.There is no point in high-school reunions because everyone knows what everyone else is doing anyway.&lt;br /&gt;5.Driving cars up and down the main drag is a universal high school experience. &lt;br /&gt;6.You ever went cow-tipping or snipe hunting&lt;br /&gt;7.The whole school went to the same party after graduation&lt;br /&gt;8.Your car stays filthy because of the dirt roads, and you will never own a dark vehicle for this reason.&lt;br /&gt;9.You decide to walk somewhere for exercise and 5 people pull over and ask if you need a ride.&lt;br /&gt;10.Your favorite things to do outside the house are see a movie or go to Wal-mart.&lt;br /&gt;11.You go to the part at 3pm, and the skies are clear. By 3:05 you're running for cover from the thunderstorms&lt;br /&gt;12.Your teachers remember when they taught your parents&lt;br /&gt;13.Your idea of vacation is a day trip to Branson.&lt;br /&gt;14.You know that Bachelor guy, because he gave your sister an STD.&lt;br /&gt;15.It is normal to see an old man riding through town on a riding lawn mower.&lt;br /&gt;16.A cool vehicle had big tires or the entire back seat is a stereo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/wherefrom.html"&gt;find out if you act like where you live&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-110184564749479186?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/110184564749479186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=110184564749479186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/110184564749479186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/110184564749479186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2004/11/you-know-your-from-where-i-live-when_30.html' title='You know your from where I live when.....'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-110178819985567384</id><published>2004-11-29T23:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T23:47:06.016-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gays and lesbians: they are sinners, but do we handle it right?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; I had the worlds most AweXome post on this....But blogger deleted it!!!!!!!grrrrr...Well here is the new version and if this makes you mad, I'm sorry,I t also may have some language some people don't like (no cursing, but just not nice terms), I am sorry for this also, and if you have a dispute, feel free to let me know, with scripture handy! :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.joplinglobe.com/story.php?story_id=143375&amp;PHPSESSID=d422be563b68e7d18db7814dbede1cf7"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt;Has stirred up a lot of controversy in my area. A Gay high school Junior one day decided that since he saw a lot of the kids wearing anti-gay T-Shirts to school, and some were offensive, that he would Make his own gay pride shirt. The school punished him for it and now the ACLU is suing the school for discrimination, and I am on their side. Why you ask? Although I am a Christian and believe that homosexuality is a sin, I also believe that God is the judge of these people, not me, and not the school either. They should have the dress code state that shirts not display ANY sexual content, not just no homosexual content.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; The thing that makes this story so horrid is the people from the westboro Baptist Church of Topeka, KS. This congregation is so anti-gay that they made the trip to Webb City just to harass high school students by screaming obscene things to them and waving signs such as "God hates America", "God doesn't love everyone" and other things as you can see on the site. As if this isn't enough, on the way there, they protested in the same manner outside of 5 Joplin churches on the Sunday morning before telling them that gays are non forgiveable.ummm shouldn't they be IN church on Sunday morning, not outside demeaning one? Also, last time I read the Bible, John 3:16 said "for God so loved the world.." Not "For God so loved the people who already follow him".These people honestly give Christians a bad name...For example: on the news tonight they had one of the protesters on ther to hear his POV and all he kept saying was "God hates fags, fags will burn in Hell" and things like that. I am sorry , but if you have a viewpoint, even if it is against something morally corrupt, you don't start calling people crude terms and protest in a demeaning manner, especially if you are a Christian. It doesn't set a good example for others and who wants to accept Jesus as their savior and repent if every time they see a Christian all they do is tell them they are nasty and hopeless! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; So, yes! I am in support of this boys law suit! Not because of him or because I'm pro- gay, but because they have made a moral and religious issue out of it and if you ask me if a 16 year old gay boy is forgivable, I say YES!!!!I think it is HORRID that instead of counseling, praying, and witnessing to him, people honestly think that humiliating him is more effective...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I do have to agree with them that some churches are like"whorehouses" as they put it, in the aspect that they take your money and give you an hour or two of satisfaction, but just because a church doesn't approve of homosexuality, doesn't mean they have to be gay bashers. A pastor I know put it the best on how to treat a homosexual, especially in the church. They said the best thing you can do for them is pray for them, accept them, but not condone what they do. If they truly want to be a child of God, they will realize what they are doing is a sin and repent. I have known several people who were gay and thought they were Christians, then once you show them where the bible talks about homosexuals, they realize what they are doing. Also, if you have to buy a fake body part to make love to your spouse, doesn't that seem a little wrong to you? THAT'S how you talk to a homosexual! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-110178819985567384?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/110178819985567384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=110178819985567384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/110178819985567384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/110178819985567384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2004/11/gays-and-lesbians-they-are-sinners-but.html' title='Gays and lesbians: they are sinners, but do we handle it right?'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-110177491955514210</id><published>2004-11-29T18:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T18:56:05.176-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Adoption: One persons reject is three people's joy</title><content type='html'>After talking to my doctor about a month ago, I have given a lot of thought to the idea of having children. I have a condition called &lt;a href="http://my.webmd.com/content/article/4/1680_51208.htm"&gt;polycystic ovarian syndrome&lt;/a&gt;, which usually causes hairyness, obesity, and infertility, but in my case i lose weight and hair. They are trying to find out why i have it, but until then...im'm just weird. Although I am physically able to have children it would be horrid trying and mean months of bed rest ...Not my thing, so I have been looking into what it would take to adopt a child. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After searching a little I realized how hard it is in the us to locate a child young enough not to have vivid memories of their parents. It's not that I want the children to never know anything about their parents, I believe in letting an adopted child know properly through out their life that you aren't their biological parent, if you don't they will resent you later....But I would rather have an orphaned infant who I can tell that it had a mommy and daddy who loved them but aren't there, then have to watch a child self destruct because they miss their parents or were abandoned and lost. These children need homes too, and if it was the right child I might, but while I'm just looking at my options, I'm being picky. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So after all of this, I started looking into adopting children in Russia....And my heart melted. Especially when it comes to the "50% off" children. If the child you want to adopt has any type of handicap or physical issue(missing a toe, large birthmark anywhere, crooked nose) you receive a discount of sorts because these children are considered "unacceptable" by most people there, and many here. I have actually heard stories about people there abandoning their children after they are born or refusing them because their child wasn't the gender they wanted or they were "too ugly". Sometimes the "ugly" kid in the corner grows up to be a super model or owner of the most successful company in the world. You never know what a child will be.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;  The orphanages there also have more infants to adopt out because not many people there adopt children and they don't have the facilities to properly house infants for an extended amount of time. So this is probably what I will do, depending on  whoever I  marry of course, but there are always children who need a home and love, and parents who need a child to give these things to.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-110177491955514210?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/110177491955514210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=110177491955514210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/110177491955514210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/110177491955514210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2004/11/adoption-one-persons-reject-is-three.html' title='Adoption: One persons reject is three people&apos;s joy'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-109858300176304825</id><published>2004-11-03T08:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T15:08:16.510-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The wow factor and why im voting, but wondering why</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;It's election day, so i had to do a semi political post!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;when it comes to the election this year, i am less than thrilled with my options. i have followed every election since i can remember except for this one, the first i actually get to vote in. why you ask? one reason...the "wow" factor. when a president enters a room, even if you dont know who he is, he needs to create a sense of awe...neither candidate has that! one you think "who is this strange constipated fellow using the big words that don't make sense" and with the other you wonder "who let this hillbilly in here?" its depressing, but to me vice is easier, John Edwards has wow, but the standpoint sucks. On first ladies there is no competition...Mrs. Bush wins by a landslide(even quite possibly the best ever).I am not going to tell who i am voting for because it changes constantly, but after doing my research, have picked the right candidate. But it would be awesome if we could have a machine that  we could throw Bush and Kerry in, turn it on, and spit out the greatest candidate ever. Have him marry The current first lady, have a morally better version of John Edwards as vice (for wow of course) and we would have it made!!! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-109858300176304825?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/109858300176304825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=109858300176304825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/109858300176304825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/109858300176304825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2004/11/wow-factor-and-why-im-voting-but.html' title='The wow factor and why im voting, but wondering why'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-109840971129996544</id><published>2004-10-21T20:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T15:25:36.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"The man from Minnesota" and why I haven't posted in forever!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I have been so busy here lately trying to put my life together. I have decided to start my own business (finally) and everything in my life is starting to fall into place and make sense except for one thing....I have no one to enjoy it with. I know I have wrote about singleness plenty, but it all started with a man from Minnesota.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had just turned 18 when I met him one night and I thought he was the most horrid man I had ever met! After pulling me and my friends over in his truck(we were in my friends car) he struts up to the car, chest puffed out and acts like because he was a combat engineer in the army, he was it. He and his friend in the truck asked for our names and my friends all told him theirs and about themselves, but when it came to me, I told him I was krysta from Austin TX and I wasn't interested in what he's got. It all went on and he got my friends numbers...And unfortunately mine with my real name from the driver. Both of my friends that night were wondering who was getting called and hoping that one or the other of the guys would pick them (we were having a sleep over) but I just went to sleep because i just really didn't care. Next day the phone rings at my friends house....It was the guy from the night before looking for me! We arranged a "date", since "no" wasn't in his vocabulary, and I had a plan.I had an arsenal of weapons just in case he was a freak, I dressed horribly and didn't even shower that day, just to gross him out.I tried being rude, but the he just reached for my hand...And I melted. We went out for 6 mos and had our share of hard times, but we toughed it out and had even planned our wedding, then I found out the truth. One night when I was at his house watching movies, he had called me by another girls name! I asked him about it and he denied it, then he did it again later. I acted like nothing was wrong and when he fell asleep I started looking at his pictures. He had a pic of a girl in a frame and it looked like it had hearts on the back, along with a pic of a baby that looked just like him! Not to mention curious deductions on his bank statement. After that it was over, we got in a fight and he called me the next day from Iowa to break up with me and to tell me that after everything, he never even loved me. that was the end of that and any relationship with any guy since. Anytime I'm with a guy I always feel like he's going to do the same thing. Like I will fall for him, and find out he's using me(and unfortunately its true usually) so, right now, I am burying the last memories of the man from Minnesota. From now on I am starting anew. My relationship with him was a fairy tale, it wasn't true, and should be treated as so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-109840971129996544?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/109840971129996544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=109840971129996544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/109840971129996544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/109840971129996544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2004/10/man-from-minnesota-and-why-i-havent.html' title='&quot;The man from Minnesota&quot; and why I haven&apos;t posted in forever!!'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-109772684799039368</id><published>2004-10-13T22:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T14:39:42.896-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I too..Am a mean girl</title><content type='html'>When I watched the movie "Mean girls", I thought about how the burn book sounded so awful! (for anyone who hasn't seen the movie, a burn book is a book full of pictures of people you don't like with awful comment about them) But once I got home,. I started looking through my high school yearbooks for a project I am working on and was shocked! Low and behold....My personal burn books. Every year me and my friends and each year one friend more than the others) had singled out in some way who was great and who was a loser. There were good things next to people like"ooh!! He is super hott!!!" and "I loooove her hair!!" but then for each one of those there is two untypeable phrases (done by the other person, I don't use those words), eeeeew!! Or a schules schwein von kuh, which is German for homosexual pig of a cow .If you thought this was bad enough....It only gets worse. I think of all of the horrid things i have done over the years to people for the sake of popularity and status, and  am so sorry....but i think the most important ting is that i have changed, and am better because of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-109772684799039368?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/109772684799039368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=109772684799039368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/109772684799039368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/109772684799039368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2004/10/why-i-tooam-mean-girl.html' title='Why I too..Am a mean girl'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-109705181877366822</id><published>2004-10-06T03:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T15:24:18.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ha, Ha! Look at the midget carrying that box bigger than it, oh wait!! Its a girl!!!</title><content type='html'>Then it turns into "oh, you cant do that, your too tiny. Why is it that people just assume that if you are a smaller person, especially a female, that you are incapable of doing anything? It's not so bad when people are genuinely concerned because you look like you are struggling, or that you can't lift it properly so they ask to help, But I have actually had people tell me I cant do things because I am too little, or it might ruin my looks. Like lifting boxes that are heavy. If it is the right size, despite the weight, I can lift it more safely than a large lighter box, but people don't see it that way, and if I was really worried about getting bruises or breaking something, would I hike and rock climb?No..Don't think so. Also, some people actually have issues with me getting so much attention for my size. I had one person one time actually tell me to my face that I may be little, but my "little miss tiny act" wasn't going to work on them, I'm like..ummm..Its not an act, just because I'm short and nice does not mean I'm going to automatically milk it for all that its worth. It is nice to get extra attention and help when you need it, but there is too much, I like to do things for myself. When I was in the guard was when I was the happiest. There were a few people who would baby me and try to make it easy, but in general I was treated just like I was 6 feet tall and burly. I'm talking to a recruiter tomorrow about getting back in, maybe as an aeronautics engineer or a lawyer, possibly administration again. I miss actually being able to be around people who take my size into consideration when it comes to safety, but don't care beyond that. God gave me arms for a reason..I'm going to use them!!!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-109705181877366822?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/109705181877366822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=109705181877366822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/109705181877366822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/109705181877366822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2004/10/ha-ha-look-at-midget-carrying-that-box.html' title='Ha, Ha! Look at the midget carrying that box bigger than it, oh wait!! Its a girl!!!'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-109659700918988539</id><published>2004-09-30T21:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T14:41:56.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>how do you wear it?</title><content type='html'>those are the words you may hear me say in a gap commercial sometime soon, but probably not. I went to a modeling casting call today and was told I was 7 inches too short to be a model, but tv ads were my thing. Gap jeans would definitly be something I can do. problem is, I'm really doubting the legitimacy of the agency. The name it is going by is "Images of St. Louis" but do placement for the infamous John Robert Powers agency, known by the BBB for about 3 complaints a year, many aligations of making people pay for classes then not getting them jobs becuse they dont qualify. I got a letter for my second interview( yes, I got one) but she never suggested me to take any classes, like some of the other applicants, because I have always either been in a drama class or in a play. Although she did make the statement "I want you to make money, when you make money, i make money" and thats what its all about! so I don't know, when I call tuesday to confirm or deny my appointment, I may have a little dicussion with them as to the legitimacy of the claims. Nice to know whats up before I drive three hours to an audition,and I'm sure they will appreciate the notice of&lt;br /&gt;"I refuse to take acting classes".....if they are looking for the next actress with a diva complex,they found her!&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, there's one more thing to check as ACCOMPLISHED IN THE GOAL BOOK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-109659700918988539?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/109659700918988539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=109659700918988539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/109659700918988539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/109659700918988539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2004/09/how-do-you-wear-it.html' title='how do you wear it?'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-109624356928465701</id><published>2004-09-27T16:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T15:05:17.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some say you can't see God, but if you look you can see him everywhere!!</title><content type='html'>As I was reading the other day I came across something I have heard about a million times but never really thought about.  That God makes everything, but yet is everything in a sense, not to be confused with the "I am a God " movement. I heard one pastor give a sermon on this for over two hours, explaining how God is the great creator and created everything and works through his creations, but I didn't give much thought to it. After service, I got in my car and started to drive down the highway. I had just put in a praise and worship CD in my player when it started to mess up...yet again ( for anyone who knows my cars sound system, you know how common this is) it would play part of a song and skip to a different part of a totally different song, then skip back to the first song, so on and so forth. The really funny part of it this time  was half of the way home, all it would do is skip between two songs and how it patched together was" God is....God is....God iiiiisssss........the car!too funny!, but anyways, what I read. It pointed out how God works through everyone, christian or not, and how our jobs, no matter how small, helps others and does Gods work in a way. for example, one of the ways he protects us is through having police, military, and judicial systems that help people to follow rules and keep us safe. He helps to give us our daily bread by providing farmers, good healthy crops, proper conditions, and stores to distribute the food to cities. Everything is created equally and has an important part in the cycle of life. Another way that God has blessed us is by giving everyone special gifts and by giving us different strong points, rather than being self- sufficiant. For example: ( and please don't takew this as being sexist or anything, its just a generalization) the wife tends to be the more nurturing and caring role in our family structure and the husband is the provider and leader. Our vocations can be helpful to God, even if it isn't really theological!.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-109624356928465701?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/109624356928465701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=109624356928465701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/109624356928465701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/109624356928465701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2004/09/some-say-you-cant-see-god-but-if-you.html' title='Some say you can&apos;t see God, but if you look you can see him everywhere!!'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-109596004651927367</id><published>2004-09-23T11:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T12:20:46.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who ya got in the bag????</title><content type='html'>One night when I was coming home from church, I noticed a car stopped in front of the thickets and trees near the driveway to my apartment complex. I slowed down a little to see if everything was alright.... Until I noticed him lift something large, limp, and the shape of a body in a bag out of his trunk! In shock(and obviously not thinking clearly)I stopped the car and made sure I saw what I thought I saw, which was not good, because he dropped the bag and came towards the car,I don't think I have ever drove away from something so fast in my life!!! After telling my grandmother what had happened, we decided to wait until morning and go see what was there before calling the police. The next day, I drove to the spot and started to look. I could see where the bag was buried and a little piece of it sticking out( I guess it was too dark to see when he buried it) with a stick I gently prodded at it, then the bag opened. The contents fell out and...It was a bag of garbage! It's really sad that with so many people being kidnapped and murdered anymore that you have to be defensive. Anymore you never quite know what to expect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-109596004651927367?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/109596004651927367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=109596004651927367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/109596004651927367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/109596004651927367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2004/09/who-ya-got-in-bag.html' title='Who ya got in the bag????'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-109089857712808875</id><published>2004-09-21T10:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T13:54:18.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Abortion and contraception:choice or murder?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Abortion and contraceptives are two things most people don't like to talk about, but are major issues. Many people believe that abortion is okay, its not a baby, its just a non-living thing. But then some people feel like abortion is murder, but so is contraception, and to some contraception is safe, but are still pro life. About a month ago, I had heard a story on the news about a semi truck that was going to be driving around a city in my area with pictures of aborted fetuses on the sides and back of it. I agree with the point, but not the way they are doing it. Can you imagine being a woman who made the mistake of aborting a child five or ten years ago who realizes what she has done, trying to recover, just to see an incredibly graphic reminder of her horrid past? It's just cruel. This is an issue with many sides to it and many factors involved.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Contraception is a really hard thing to debate. It is true that you should not be having pre-marital sex in the first place, especially if you are a Christian, but if you are a person who does, is it better to prevent an unwanted pregnancy, or have a child you are abusive towards because you didn't want it? Many people also argue that any type of contraception involving hormones causes an abortion effect, but there are some that actually are not, you just have to be sure to talk to your DR. About it before making a decision. Also, contraceptives are not only used for people who don't want children. Many women who are married and have health problems where if they got pregnant, it would kill them, and are unable to get a hysterectomy or tubiligation, use them as a safeguard. Also there are many health benefits from them. They are often used to regulate a woman's body (which may never happen without them causing other health problems later)and are used to correct health problems. For example:I have problems that they use birth control to correct and I tried going without awhile here recently. Big mistake! I have been unable to do anything without extreme pain for almost two weeks due to cysts and the complications of them. Anyone who has been through things like that understand how important pills can be. I don't feel like it as a sin to use a contraceptive if it is non-abortive, and is going to be better option for you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;abortion is a totally different issue. Technically a child is a living thing from the point of conception. If you ask any biologist, that Egg becomes a living, independent, single celled organism from the second that the DNA fuses. This means even morning after pills and "emergency contraceptives",which many pro-life women think are safe, are just really early term abortions. Many doctors,especially pro-life physicians, will ask you, and keep on your file, if you want contraceptives used in the case of a rape, just for that reason. There are also the "late term abortion fans, which there is no doubt in anyone's mind that it is murder. During these,a chemical is often injected into the body, or sometime taken as a pill , and it causes the woman to go into labor, thus giving birth to the child. It is supposed to kill the fetus first, but quite often the child is actually alive when they are taken from the mother and are then killed, I have read, and heard straight from the person, horror stories of how and why they kill the babies in abortion clinics, I wont go into it, but if you google the topic, you will learn more than you want. God loves us all, even before we are born. if he thinks of us as people then, why shouldn't we?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-109089857712808875?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/109089857712808875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=109089857712808875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/109089857712808875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/109089857712808875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2004/09/abortion-and-contraceptionchoice-or.html' title='Abortion and contraception:choice or murder?'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-109478582614143976</id><published>2004-09-09T21:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T12:38:53.893-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The War: what you think when your there</title><content type='html'>I really feel bad for the men and women fighting overseas and their families. As being a former girlfriend to several members of the army who had served in places like, Iraq, Kuwait, Qatar, and Korea, I have heard first hand about a lot of the horrid things that went on. Nothing wakes you up like trying to talk to the guy your dating on the phone and he has to talk in secret or your afraid this may be the last time you hear each others voices, also seeing where they are flash across the TV screen as a place of bloodshed never helps. I truly feel for these people. They go from living normal lives, and some with little training, to go into a war zone in some areas that have sub-standard living conditions. They have little contact with friends or family, and when they do, it is very short. I'm not anti-war (as I have stated before) but I feel we need it to end!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-109478582614143976?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/109478582614143976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=109478582614143976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/109478582614143976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/109478582614143976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2004/09/war-what-you-think-when-your-there.html' title='The War: what you think when your there'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-109392444800858478</id><published>2004-09-04T22:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T19:37:34.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone seemed to be posting on this, so I'm joining the crowd: why "God laid it on my heart" may not be the evil statement everyone thinks it is.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;this goes along with my God and fate post, so here it goes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The main problem I have with the thought of the "it is never God, really, its just your subconscious mind" thing is that , don't we all pray for God to guide is the right direction at times? Ask him to help us through a problem we are facing? Know what to say to someone? I think most Christians have at some point, and whether audibly or inaudibly, in some way, shape or form, God had made the answer apparent. To me, this is the same as him laying something on your heart. When you start off, you are a mess, and have no answers..Then after a lot of prayer and intimate talking with God, you do...Is that coincidence, fate, or is it God trying to let you know something. There are some things your subconscious isn't likely to just pop into your mind. For example: a lot of people( especially in the missions field) will just be walking down a street, and pass by someone, then suddenly have a feeling like this is someone they need to reach out to. I think the thing that really makes the "laid on my heart" thing seem like a bunch of bull is the over use of it by evangelists. It seems like no matter what evangelist you hear speak, God has laid a million and one things on their heart all at once, nothing they speak has came from their own mind or their own heart, it's all God, many act as if they almost are God...I hate to sound rude or disrespectful, but in regards to that,if they are the "mouth of God" why am I listening to them and not him? It really loses validity.  Like all other religious occurrences, when you see it in action, or truly have the feeling, its hard to deny it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-109392444800858478?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/109392444800858478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=109392444800858478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/109392444800858478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/109392444800858478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2004/09/everyone-seemed-to-be-posting-on-this.html' title='Everyone seemed to be posting on this, so I&apos;m joining the crowd: why &quot;God laid it on my heart&quot; may not be the evil statement everyone thinks it is.'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-109400653194441581</id><published>2004-08-31T21:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T21:42:11.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>417: why its SO nice to know that drugs are named after where I live</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I'm not joking, they have been having meetings in my town because the meth problem is so bad that one of the street names for meth is our area code. My town has had the #1 worst rating for drugs in the us for about 4 years now, and it only gets worse. Today while I was getting stuff to build a table at walmart, the cashier had to get my age and ID me to get the paint and any other chemicals I needed. I was also informed that if I needed more, I would have to come back another day due to anti- meth laws, I was maxed for the day due to paint and an OTC medication. But then a really good point was brought up: If they really were making meth out of it, wouldn't they get a bunch of users together and hit different stores, and max out until they get what they need? Or do they just hope that all the meth junkies have killed enough brain cells to not think of it. In high school, we had a guy who lived in the apartment above us who actually was running a meth lab. You could smell the chemicals when he cooked it. We thought it was strange we kept smelling stuff(we had first just assumed he was a pothead) but it finally dawned on me when he was sitting on the front porch with his friends and they were counting how many boxes of pills they had been able to buy. We moved a couple weeks later. This guy is actually pretty normal here, I can almost guarantee,even in the nice neighborhoods, that there is at least one meth lab within four blocks of anywhere, and you will never be able to guess who it is. whats more weird is our town is the place you would least suspect it. we are known for our friendly people and our lack of influence from the outside world, but our problems go far beyond the norm. Just goes to show, things aren't always what they seem.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; BTW, if anyone knows how to fix my haloscan comments, I would greatly appereciate any tips you can give me, it doesnt separate them!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-109400653194441581?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/109400653194441581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=109400653194441581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/109400653194441581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/109400653194441581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2004/08/417-why-its-so-nice-to-know-that-drugs_31.html' title='417: why its SO nice to know that drugs are named after where I live'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-109392472252856351</id><published>2004-08-30T22:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T22:58:42.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, this is me, BEYOND high school!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;but other than the sickening part and popular( i was an imbetweenie with popular friends) it was me in HS too! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mutedfaith.com/quiz/q1.htm" target="new"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mutedfaith.com/images/blond.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://www.mutedfaith.com/quiz/q1.htm" target="new"&gt;What High School&lt;br /&gt;Stereotype Are You?&lt;/a&gt; quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; But hey, atleast im a brainy flake!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-109392472252856351?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/109392472252856351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=109392472252856351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/109392472252856351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/109392472252856351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2004/08/ok-this-is-me-beyond-high-school.html' title='Ok, this is me, BEYOND high school!!!'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-109392366250075921</id><published>2004-08-30T22:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T22:41:02.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My comments are gone....GONE I TELL YOU!!!</title><content type='html'>but only the old ones. i had to switch to haloscan for my comments because the standard blogger version just wasn't cutting it, i couldnt hardly read them becaue they didn't really work with my template all that great!! Bad thing is though, i didnt really get to comment on any of my old ones, so if you have something to say, let me know! :) once again i have been too busy to really post, but another real one is on the way!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-109392366250075921?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/109392366250075921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=109392366250075921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/109392366250075921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/109392366250075921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2004/08/my-comments-are-gonegone-i-tell-you.html' title='My comments are gone....GONE I TELL YOU!!!'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-109377005772426290</id><published>2004-08-29T04:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T04:10:20.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>why  people can never be satisfied.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I went to the doctor a couple days ago and learned that i had lost ten pounds, but i already knew that, i could tell from the loose, flabby skin on my stomach. But as i was about to ask the dr about my options on getting rid of the extra skin,. i started wondering, why is it that when people get what they really want, they then analyze it to death, criticize it and never just enjoy it?I think its human nature. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's like how when something is offered to you for free, you are reluctant to accept. my pastor quite often does a little experiment on this: he holds up a $5 bill in the middle of the church and tells the congregation that "if you want it, just come up here and get it", but no one ever comes up to get it unless one of the kids do. its the same with God, hes there, offers you everything for nothing,but people still are unwilling to take it and when they do get something, they usually gripe about it.it doesn't make much sense to me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-109377005772426290?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/109377005772426290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=109377005772426290' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/109377005772426290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/109377005772426290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2004/08/why-people-can-never-be-satisfied.html' title='why  people can never be satisfied.'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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-7542352.post-109158935056419634</id><published>2004-08-25T10:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T11:52:03.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The super hero Mentality</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;With all of the Bush-Kerry speeches going on, and everything else, the Super hero mentality is everywhere. There was a really good post about it on &lt;a href="http://kiihnworld.blogspot.com/2004/07/which-one-is-it-help-is-on-way-or-help.html"&gt;Kiihnworld&lt;/a&gt;, and here are my thoughts on it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; All of the politicians here lately (when not bashing each other) are making a lot of promises to save the world...Thing is, they can't. I figured out a way to prevent all of this nonsense last night. If a merchant or a service, or well, anyone else in any sort of business, makes a false promise and for reasons within their will, they are thrown in prison for fraud....Why can't we do that with a politician?!? Like, for example, Kerry gets president, and he decides OK no healthcare!! Then he is thrown in prison for placing fraudulent claims to put himself in the white house..That would be nice. Then maybe we can actually believe what they say and, for once, get a president who will actually be worth the trouble.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-109158935056419634?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/109158935056419634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=109158935056419634' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/109158935056419634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/109158935056419634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2004/08/super-hero-mentality.html' title='The super hero Mentality'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-109063198963820826</id><published>2004-08-19T08:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T23:22:28.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God's big plan</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Sometimes i wonder if God puts in a certain place for a certain reason sometimes. And wat further confuses me on the issue is that one second all you hear is "God is in control of everything" and then the next it's"God has us do everythign at pur own free will and does not control what we do." This also goes for love "God doesn't have anything to do with who you love, or who you marry, you make yourself love them" if thats the case, why am i not married yet?!?But still, i wonder if somethings we do, and if we are in some places, for a purpose?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; I was once told that "God has a reason for everything you choose o do, he gives you options and roads to follow, the free will is which one do you choose" but i catch my self wondering if this is true.does God give you paths to choose from? is every single thing we do for a purpose? Is it like where, for example, the elderly woman i mentioned in my kindness post. Do you help the woman and make her life better and also inspire others without knowing it? or do you just walk on by, and when you need her help, she denys it to you leaving you in a bad situation? are we given situations for a reason, or do we create our own situations? I have heard it both ways at once and just don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-109063198963820826?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/109063198963820826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=109063198963820826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/109063198963820826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/109063198963820826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2004/08/gods-big-plan.html' title='God&apos;s big plan'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-109288801403737970</id><published>2004-08-18T22:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T23:00:14.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I understand Vietnam</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I just now (since the start of the Iraqi war) realized what our parents and grandparents were protesting during Vietnam. This post may seem a little anti-American to some people, but I don't lack patriotism...I love my country...... I just don't like whats going on. Also a lot of people will not agree with many things I say I know, but they are the truth, and from being in a national guard unit when everything started, I know what some things are like first hand.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;During the war in Vietnam (which was from 1957 to 1975) many protesters were seen as unpatriotic because they were not backing their country and instead, they were protesting and trying to stop things, but now that the US is now, again, fighting someone else's war because we think it effects us in some remote way, I see their points.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vietnam started because we had helped the French in their fight against the Vietnamese and our fight to stop communism from spreading past north Vietnam was a part of our involvement in the cold war wasn't really our war to fight, but we felt it was our responsibility.I know Iraq is a lot different in scenario...but when you get down to it, the feelings are the same.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can remember when Sept. 11 happened...I was home from school because my aunt had died and my uncle called me into the living room to show me what happened in new York. Not ten minutes later my nat'l guard unit was on stand by.  Most of unit ended pulling tours of duty overseas in different locations. I can remember being told I was the first untrained person they have seen being issued full gear..I was told it was prepping me,and it scared me to death . I watched the war every day and worried I would have to see it up close. I think that's why this subject hits me so hard. I can understand why we did what we did in Afghanistan, but Iraq only hurt us. We have gained nothing, and have lost almost everything. We have men and women, losing their lives every day to fight a war that is only hurting us.  And then there is the British. They stepped in and are fighting this war with the US and are losing about as much. They are receiving terror threats just as we are for something they didn't even start. All of this makes me want to put on a t-shirt with a big X through A pic of the fighting and the words NO MORE IRAQI WAR!!!!!! Or something. hmm...i need a better shirt idea. But if I thought it would help, I would do it.it didn't work then, it probably won't now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v378/beachbabybrisco/nomoreiraqiwar.jpg"alt="iraqi war"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-109288801403737970?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/109288801403737970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=109288801403737970' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/109288801403737970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/109288801403737970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2004/08/why-i-understand-vietnam.html' title='Why I understand Vietnam'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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-7542352.post-109158953262652547</id><published>2004-08-16T22:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T22:32:26.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Parthenogenesis and cloning: Jesus and the modern scientific world</title><content type='html'> &lt;p&gt;I had read a &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/health/3554474.stm"&gt;BBC news article&lt;/a&gt; the other day on cloning and it really disturbs me. Even if it is made from an egg that would otherwise be discarded, It still is formed into a person, and still is a life. It also is a form of playing God and messing with nature.there are many different points of view out there on that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had to do a research paper a couple of years ago, and I chose to do cloning and &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?r=2&amp;q=parthenogenesis"&gt;parthenogenesis&lt;/a&gt; from a non critical Christian point of view, but what I learned is some really weird stuff! There re many different processes to form a clone, but the most common and the most simple is the nuclear transfer system. This is where they take an empty egg cell(it can be taken from any mammal)and they remove the core of the nucleus (the DNA rich center),retaining the membrane. Then they take a complete strand of DNA from the specimen that they want to clone, inject it into it, forming a new nucleus,zap it with electricity, and let it grow until ready to implant into the surrogate mother. Not something you would do in your garage, but not really complex either. The even weirder thing is that the egg doesn't have to even be from the same species as the clone. For example.they can clone mice with pig eggs and about ten years ago, they tried to clone an extinct animal called a &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=gaur"&gt;gaur&lt;/a&gt;. To do this, they took a DNA sample from a deceased gaur and injected it into the egg of a cow and used the cow as a surrogate. This went well, and produced a young gaur, but it suffered the same serious health issues as all other clones do, which is my second objection to cloning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Clones are not a perfect replicas of the original. There are many faults due to processing. Most clones have a significantly shorter life span and suffer severe health problems, so if you cloned a pet, not only may it not have the same disposition due to a lack of life experiences, but also would not live very long. The other bad thing is cloning people so that the childless can have blood related children. This is horrid because these kids would have lives full of horrible diseases and pain.believe it or not, there is a compliant supposedly offering this, but they are also &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/americas/2883161.stm"&gt;raeliens&lt;/a&gt;, so what do you expect.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; Parthenogenesis is very different and natural though. It's very common in some insects, and ocean life, such as anemones, sponges, and urchins. It has only occurred once in humans, Jesus Christ and will be the only time. Even many scientists and sociologists can not deny the fact that Jesus was conceived immaculately. During my research I read a book, written by an atheist none the less, that proves this point. According to the laws and customs of that era, Mary and Joseph would have been stoned to death if anyone even had an hint that they actually slept together pre marriage , no matter where they were. So, somehow, they had to believe that Mary had conceived Jesus immaculately. This still seems to keep the scientific world puzzled. The theories range from rape in her sleep to when she was conceived the egg didn't separate so she carried her twin, all kinds of strange things, but these all have one thing in common: they are wrong, and have been proven so.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; It seems like no matter how hard science seems to prove God to be wrong, he is always right. It's something Christians have known all along, but the rest of the world has an hard time accepting. If everyone would open their eyes and their hearts, they wouldn't have to wonder anymore.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-109158953262652547?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/109158953262652547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=109158953262652547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/109158953262652547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/109158953262652547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2004/08/parthenogenesis-and-cloning-jesus-and.html' title='Parthenogenesis and cloning: Jesus and the modern scientific world'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-109223965284029188</id><published>2004-08-11T10:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T22:25:30.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If a child can do it, why is it so hard for adults?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Chris W.'s post on going to church and being a Christian made me remember this story. It is a true story, a woman I know very well really did this every week as a child.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A little girl wakes up early every Sunday morning while everyone else quietly sleeps. Hungry, she slips into the kitchen, gets a step ladder, and grabs cereal, milk, and a bowl. If the milk doesn't quite work out right, she abandons the idea and eats the cereal dry. After eating, she goes into her bedroom, and picks out a dress. She bathes, brushes her teeth and attempts to do her hair. If her hair doesn't turn out quite right, she knows an adult will help her with it later. By the time she gets all of this accomplished, its time for her favorite Sunday morning TV show, so she proceeds to the living room. She carefully plugs in the TV and if the cables are disconnected in the back(as they often were) she would try to fix it, or wander down the hallway of her apartment building to get a neighbor to fix it. After her show was over, she would walk outside and wait for the church bus.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;She went every Sunday. The only time that she missed was if she was very ill or her parents caught her(they were opposed to Christianity). This is a pretty good story, But what makes it amazing to me is that the girl was only 3.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-109223965284029188?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/109223965284029188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=109223965284029188' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/109223965284029188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/109223965284029188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2004/08/if-child-can-do-it-why-is-it-so-hard.html' title='If a child can do it, why is it so hard for adults?'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-109176763221461294</id><published>2004-08-05T23:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T23:50:37.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is your radio so loud it makes my fat jiggle? And other weird practices of American youth.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;If there is one thing I never understood about High School and college guys, it's why they have to have the radio so loud! I sound like an old lady here, but I just had a guy drive by with the radio so loud and the bass so high that my butt literally vibrated and the pictures on the wall shook.  The other thing I don't understand is revving the motor when a guy sees a cute girl in the car next to him. When I was in HS, I had this blue Grand am that had a bolt loose in the motor, so when you revved the motor it roared like the biggest thing you've ever seen! It was sooo funny! We would always have these frat boys come home for the summer, so whenever they would be next to me and my friend, and they would start the engine thing, I always beat them, and make them so mad. But its ridiculous, it impresses no one. It ranks up there with the saggy pants and snot launching. I also don't get the cosmetic surgery thing. It's like all I have heard since the beginning of hs is how this person was getting a rhinopasty or breast augmentation. It was crazy! I am still technically in that lovely age category, and don't even understand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now street racing is the only thing I really understand. Life at 300mph is pretty sweet!:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-109176763221461294?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/109176763221461294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=109176763221461294' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/109176763221461294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/109176763221461294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2004/08/why-is-your-radio-so-loud-it-makes-my.html' title='Why is your radio so loud it makes my fat jiggle? And other weird practices of American youth.'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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-7542352.post-109149669002204565</id><published>2004-08-02T18:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T20:37:03.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why are people so cruel??</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v378/beachbabybrisco/Aug03072.jpg"width="50%" height="175"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; Lily, the dog from the post below, right after we took her home&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v378/beachbabybrisco/024c196b.jpg"width="50%" height="175"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;p&gt;Lily, post recovery!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And God said, Let us make man in our image, after our likeness: and let them have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowl of the air, and over the cattle, and over all the earth, and over every creeping thing that creepeth upon the earth. So God created man in his own image, in the image of God created he him; male and female created he them. And God blessed them, and God said unto them, Be fruitful, and multiply, and replenish the earth, and subdue it: and have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowl of the air, and over every living thing that moveth upon the earth.~ Genesis 1:26-28&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Since we have dominion over them, does that mean we should be cruel?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today I was driving home from the post office when the most horrifying thing happened. There was a chihuahua running across the road and the red SUV in front of me swerved...&lt;strong&gt;to hit it! &lt;/strong&gt;I usually wouldn't accuse someone of something like this, but they almost hit another car so they could get into the other lane to hit it. Then the dog got hit by a few more vehicles in the process. The only time they slowed down even was when I stopped on the street to pick the poor dog up, and I think that was only because I was wearing a short skirt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; I stopped my car, in the middle of rush hour,  to pick up the poor dog and drive her to the vet to get checked out. It was kinda funny, in an odd way..The first thing after asking me "is this yur dog?" was "why would you take someone else's dog to the vet? Especially one off the pavement?Most people just don't do that". My answer was simple: shouldn't we help  when someone can't help themselves? It's not like a dog can be like "oh! I got hit! I'm going to call 911 and sue you later". They have feelings and emotions: they just can't make much use of it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;She was hit by 5 cars, the first had hit her so hard she flew down the street, hit her again and backed over her, and the other four just went over her. The weird thing is, she only suffered a broken cheek bone  and her legs had been busted open...But no broken bones. After all of this, she is still the most loving and affectionate thing.....I think we should all be this way. Even when we have had the worst day, and feel like things just can't get worse, we should still be thankful for what we have, not disappointed for the things we lack. If a dog who got ran over 6 times can, I think I can too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-109149669002204565?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/109149669002204565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=109149669002204565' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/109149669002204565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/109149669002204565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2004/08/why-are-people-so-cruel.html' title='Why are people so cruel??'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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-7542352.post-109063172794892045</id><published>2004-08-01T20:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T20:12:26.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christian Commercialism</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It seems like an odd concept to me, but more and more churches seem to be using commercialism for the sake of drawing in the numbers. They run news ads to promote"worship opportunities", give members car stickers, and some even run TV ads that make their church seem like a three ring circus. Don't get me wrong, letting people know that your church is out there isn't a bad thing necessarily, especially during things like revivals and VBS, it's just when it gets to the point where you are having to do a song and dance number to draw in the crowds (I have actually seen this believe it or not).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;There is also the "odd preacher factor". A church that is struggling will hire a very different type of pastor or youth pastor to "boost the numbers"...Former wrestlers, athletes, and even bikers. Not that these people are necessarily underquailified, but most of the sermons by "publicity preachers" that I have heard have been more about who they are and what they do than about God. There are also the college career, and youth groups, that are supposed to be strengthening the bond between young adults and God, that just seem to be Large, church funded dating services..People go there pick up people, not worship God. I have actually heard churches use that to try to bait people into going there. It seems like in many places, church is more for entertainment than the worship of God :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other side of Christian commercialism is so called" Christian celebs" (Jessica Simpson, POD, Evanescence,etc.),also known as "Britney Spears Christians": they are christian only when it is convenient, and as worldly as it gets the rest of the time.  Jessica Simpson is a good example of this. She started out a somewhat shy preachers daughter, who could sing, was firm in her beliefs and an excellent role model for girls of all ages...but once stardom actually hit, it all changed. The skirts got incredibly short, the clothing see thru and then came the poses on magazine covers in undies. Also for anyone who watches newlyweds... we all know what kind of language is used....Nice....And lets not get started on a lot of the others. It may make Christians look cool...But goes against a lot of things. Also, you can be cool and still live a Christian life(as I stated in a previous post) without giving into worldly temptations. Whether you are famous, or just an average joe, you never know who is watching or looking up to you: so we should be giving a good example and living for Christ always. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-109063172794892045?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/109063172794892045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=109063172794892045' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/109063172794892045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/109063172794892045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2004/08/christian-commercialism.html' title='Christian Commercialism'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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-7542352.post-109124010431851185</id><published>2004-07-30T20:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T20:26:00.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Suicide: if others are involved...Shouldn't they be held responsible??</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A few days ago, a guy that I was fairly close to in High School took his own life in a game of Russian roulette. What seems to hurt more than the fact that he is gone, is that other people assisted him in this.  He lost his life, and they have "nothing to do with it"...I think that if you are sitting there, doing something like that, you are just about as responsible for their death as they are. I think something like that should be considered assisted suicide and tried the same as euthanasia. It shouldn't be taken so lightly. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; It was really weird to me.  I actually saw him that morning,  we were at the store, gave each other a casual hello and a smile like normal...Everything seemed fine. The next morning I get a call that someone committed suicide and I find out later it was him. I knew he was going through a lot, but I thought he had it sorted out.  I'm just really curious as to why someone would do that in the first place.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think if we sit back and think about it for a moment, our generation is dying off. Everyday i check the obits just to see if another one of us died yesterday.A lot of the time, someone has. I am grateful everyday that I am still here, and I think we should all appreciate the time we are allowed here, make the most of it, and thank God for everything he has blessed us with: you never know when your time here ends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-109124010431851185?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/109124010431851185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=109124010431851185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/109124010431851185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/109124010431851185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2004/07/suicide-if-others-are-involvedshouldnt.html' title='Suicide: if others are involved...Shouldn&apos;t they be held responsible??'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-109089869829440843</id><published>2004-07-30T11:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T21:42:25.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>anapride:a huge oxymoron that is killing our teens</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this absolutely disgusted and horrified me when&amp;nbsp;I first heard about it. I was reading one of those tabloids while waiting in line at the store, When I came across one of the Mary-Kate Olsen articles. It was talking about her wearing an Ana-pride support bracelet, a pink string tied around your wrist to remind you not to eat, or to purge if you do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ana-pride is anything but pride. It is a movement currently sweeping the nation,especially among young women, where the quest to become thin is getting ridiculous. But there is more to being pro-ana or pro-mia(bulimia) than just these, I know from experience. I think that is why This disgusts me so much, I have been a sufferer of both(at separate times) since I was in the second grade. My story is the same story you will hear from almost every sufferer, and most don't even realize they have a disorder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was super skinny from birth until about&amp;nbsp;6, but everyone thought I was so tiny and cute, then my Dr. made me gain weight, suddenly I went from cute and tiny, to the ' adorable pudgy girl".....No one likes to be referred to as pudgy. The breaking point was when a girl had told me that I would be popular if I lost 20 pounds....So I did.&amp;nbsp; But then&amp;nbsp;I got the attention again...So I decided "hey if I lose more, I will look even better", so it was anever ending cycle. By about fourth grade I had been in counseling for awhile (my Dr. Thought it may be stress&amp;nbsp;) and the Counselor diagnosed me with anorexia...She couldn't tell my grandmother by law, so if I improved, it was up to me. I didn't. It took me actually watching a girl come in for therapy who was a sufferer&amp;nbsp; that made me realize how serious of a disease this is. She was in her teens, and probably weighed less than I did. She was so sick she could barely walk, and couldn't live a normal life because she was too frail....I knew something Had to change. It took until around my freshman year of high school to get back to a healthy weight, and I still slip every once and a while. I had a bout with bulimia in December&amp;nbsp; and lost around 25 lbs, and I still have a weight chart the Dr&amp;nbsp; gave me so I can maintain a healthy weight, not one that I think looks well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Most people don't realize how serious it really is...People die from this. If it goes untreated they will starve to&amp;nbsp;death and never regret a second. You feel as if you are worthless,&amp;nbsp; dirty, fat and ugly. You feel like your only goal is to be a certain weight. That is your life. The greatest help to me is my faith in God. If you live a spirit filled life, The void is filled, and you know there is more to you than you outer being..Again, like I said ,you fall, but you atleast have something to cling to. Nothing else has that kind of power. And I am greatful everyday for what God has done for me. So, I f you know someone who you even suspect may have a problem HELP THEM! Don't just stand by. It isn't something they are going to come out about, and they probably don't realize what is going on. And the best thing is for them to have support and people who truly care. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rainbowpediatrics.net/faq/15.1.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Definitions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.edreferral.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;treatment information and referrals &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-109089869829440843?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/109089869829440843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=109089869829440843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/109089869829440843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/109089869829440843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2004/07/anapridea-huge-oxymoron-that-is.html' title='anapride:a huge oxymoron that is killing our teens'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-109115594972339133</id><published>2004-07-29T21:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T23:25:43.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For anyone who actually remembers this show....</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="HASH(0x8c38e8c)" src="http://images.quizilla.com/P/pirateslife4me/1047432697_zillalinka.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;you are hot...jk..Linka is though.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/pirateslife4me/quizzes/Who%20are%20you%20in%20Captain%20Planet?/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;Who are you in Captain Planet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am "the hot girl" according to the quiz..lol...yes&amp;nbsp;I know,&amp;nbsp;I so got this from chris' blog...But I was bored. I sometimes wonder if by giving her the power of wind, someone was trying to&amp;nbsp;make a comment&amp;nbsp;about women...Just wondering.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There is another real post coming eventually... Until then "&lt;strong&gt;the power is yours"..&lt;/strong&gt;ok I'm done with the corniness now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-109115594972339133?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/109115594972339133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=109115594972339133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/109115594972339133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/109115594972339133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2004/07/for-anyone-who-actually-remembers-this.html' title='For anyone who actually remembers this show....'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542352.post-109063159711038800</id><published>2004-07-28T22:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T17:46:04.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One of these churches is not like the other</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just because a church is the same denom...Doesn't mean its the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Within a denomination, the churches may have the same doctrine and basic beliefs, but may have disagreements on many of the other things. You can go to one church, and they feel that a knee length skirt is appropriate for church, whereas you may go to another and find it distasteful, with them both being the same denomination...But most of the differences go far beyond that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Baptists are a excellent example of this. You can go to one Baptist church, and they pray for people, lay hands on them and anoint them with oil, another may not believe in healing of that sort, and the one down the street doesn't believe that God heals at all. All three of these are considered the same church, but believe very differently. The Assemblies of god are another good example(my pastor touched on this Sunday night). Some are wonderful and somewhat open minded,they are all about prayer and your personal relationship with God and are nothing like the stereotypes set against the AofG, then there are others that are truly considered"holy rollers", are more like a show than a church, and some get just plain freaky. My ex actually went to an A of G where they prayed with snakes and stuff, way out of the ordinary. The church I go to is a place to worship God, the pastor gives awesome sermons, and there are no snakes..(I like that). mormons, Catholics,and Baptists all have several different types of churches within the same denomination,with different beliefs, and they don't specify which one they are. You just have to go and hope its the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This just proves that you can't tell what a church believes in by the denomination listed on the sign. Actually finding a church takes a lot of time, effort, and trying out a lot of services. I'm not saying that keeping with a denomination is not important, because each denom has a core set of beliefs and doctrine, but you can't just walk into a Methodist church and just assume everything will be the same as your old church and they will believe exactly the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542352-109063159711038800?l=briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/109063159711038800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542352&amp;postID=109063159711038800' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/109063159711038800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542352/posts/default/109063159711038800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briscoonthebeach.blogspot.com/2004/07/one-of-these-churches-is-not-like.html' title='One of these churches is not like the other'/><author><name>Brisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053625013856244525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
