<?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-12278274</id><updated>2011-07-14T17:27:54.022-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Squid And Grunt's Guide To Life</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome to Squid and Grunt's Guide to life, Diving Locations, Mountain Biking trails, Rock climbing sights, and camping... Also little tidbits to help your journey on this round rock we call home!
Also, we dont spell that great, use punctuation
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 or hear how pitiful i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my job comes this wacky work and sleep schedule!&lt;br /&gt;i work 7 to 7 swing shifts, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meaning i work either 7am to 7pm or 7pm to 7am&lt;br /&gt;nights or days per say.  and i work them at 3 to 4 to 5 day wacks, &lt;br /&gt;this week monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday, nights, 7pm to 7am&lt;br /&gt;and then i get friday sat off and then back sunday nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywas, you get the point...  most people say&lt;br /&gt;"UGgg how do you do it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How do you deal with time change, and sleeping and all that stuff"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I end up doing alot of 36 hour days, meaning staying up for 36 hours at a wack, and then crashing for 14 to 18 hours&lt;br /&gt;or on my days off sleep till 12 or later (usually till 2 or 3pm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i REALLY enjoy my sleep when i get it, thats why i get reallllllly pissed when i woken by the phone, mailman, fedex or ups guy or the singing neighbor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but thats not the sad part.  looking through other people's blogs i see pics of people in bed sleeping in nice white sheets and fluffy pillows and big beds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i go home to a.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twin bed&lt;br /&gt;bottom sheet&lt;br /&gt;sleeping bag&lt;br /&gt;pillow and a cat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who usually takes up 2/3rds of the bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now while you ask, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why the fuck does he sleep in a sleeping bag.  thats kinda easily expained,  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like it.  and i got a DAMN nice sleeping bag!!!!  even the cat likes it!  the x girl friend didnt know what to think of it, but she never compained of me hogging the covers, i had my own HAHAHAHHAHAHA...... yeah shes gone,  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, yeah twin bed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i moved in and i didnt have a bed, then my parents showed up the next day with.... my old bed from my partents house.  they had plans for my room and my bed was not part of it.  and when living in the appartment before my current one, i was living with grunt, and he had a bed i used.  so i had no need for a bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that explains the bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now lack of sheets and blankets and all that lovely fluffy shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my answer&lt;br /&gt;sad sad sad lonely answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no girl frined, no reason to impress, no reason to brake out the sheets, pillows, fluffy blankets and other crap&lt;br /&gt;no reason to get them dirty and do the laundry more often!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad yes i know, but my big black furry pussy (my cat) does not complain!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-116348619628185675?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/feeds/116348619628185675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12278274&amp;postID=116348619628185675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/116348619628185675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/116348619628185675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/2006/11/nice-white-sheets.html' title='nice white sheets'/><author><name>Squid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07818389410273420194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/12/16799065_d9cfe0027f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278274.post-116346942951911918</id><published>2006-11-13T20:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:57:09.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>appreciate</title><content type='html'>well as &lt;a href="http://www.mooseinthekitchen.com"&gt;moose&lt;/a&gt; said it, i decided to make a list,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i appreciate at this moment&lt;br /&gt;and since vertrans day was a coupledays ago... or today... or hum... yeah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, we have lots to thank for and appreciate in life due to people protecting our freedom!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here it goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i appreciate being able to ride my bike when ever i feel like it&lt;br /&gt;i appreciate the ocean and everything below it&lt;br /&gt;i appreciate my friends and family&lt;br /&gt;i appreciate my job&lt;br /&gt;i appreciate the people i work with&lt;br /&gt;i appreciate the ultimate team i help coach&lt;br /&gt;i appreciate the people who make the music i lisen to &lt;br /&gt;i appreciate that people listen to me (sometimes)&lt;br /&gt;i appreciate my roommate who is almost never there but pays 1/2 rent all the time&lt;br /&gt;i appreciate the blogs i read&lt;br /&gt;i appreciate sleep&lt;br /&gt;i appreciate November (my cat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thats about it for now&lt;br /&gt;squid out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-116346942951911918?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/feeds/116346942951911918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12278274&amp;postID=116346942951911918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/116346942951911918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/116346942951911918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/2006/11/appreciate.html' title='appreciate'/><author><name>Squid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07818389410273420194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/12/16799065_d9cfe0027f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278274.post-116204530433934785</id><published>2006-10-28T09:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T10:21:44.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Evolution 2</title><content type='html'>So hi people in computerland&lt;br /&gt;long time no see... wait i never see you&lt;br /&gt;THANK GOD, i got a face for radio...&lt;br /&gt;more like the nerves for radio... i mean internet, &lt;br /&gt;stage fright... (shivers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, so one time i spoke of evolution and how i am becomming a hick...&lt;br /&gt;GOD DAMN IT I DONT WANT TO CHANGE&lt;br /&gt;i use to be a nice city boy, and still am&lt;br /&gt;more of a geek or nerd,  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;immagine, try hard sorry no pics for you to look at&lt;br /&gt;a comic book reading bicycling commuting, engineer with a few tattoos (3) hat wearing (all the god damn time) tee shirt and jeans, puma sneakers and eats weird food! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats me!  in a nut shell, other than my huge intrest in SCUBA (im a materdiver (GEEK)) bike riding, and anything that gets my hands dirty (working on engines, bikes, dive gear... and so on)  coaching ultimate frisbee and going to friends houses once a week to play board games (not your average board game of candy land, i mean like really geeky nerdy ones like (this is going to get me in trouble) the devon games.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, i am a self proclaimed nerd/geek that cant spell worth a fuck (and dont really care that much either) that still tries hard to fit into the main stream!  the way i do that is I listen to a large type of music but end up listening to pop and enjoying it (shivers) god damn nelly furtado, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, my evolution stage two!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here in good old St Johnsbury, in the great state of the vermont (pronounced vEERRmont) i live in the land of the hick!  A land of lonely people traped in a world of hunting 4 legged animals year round, in the summer it is dirt bikes and beer, shitless grocery shopping and late night domestic disterbances.  in the winter it is snow mobieling drunken speed chases where the cops have thier own snow machines and again late night shirtless beer drinking in the snow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camo pants shirts and hats are always in fashion, and if you wear something that might say different or make fun of nascar, you will be strung up by your unspoken parts inthe town square&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the northern "southern" accent and broken english is the norm and a college degree is a GED at the age of 50, a good job is at walmart and budwiser is the most expensive drink at the bar.  i find my self lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... slowly trying to resist this "norm" i find my self at the supermarket, at the deli counter, ordering the ceaser pasta salad and vegi egg rolls, searching for peta pockets to mix it all up and make some supper.  and then i look down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIT, im out of the house in work cloths, i didnt go home and change and then go out!  SHIT I LOOK LIKE THEM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wearing my 16" engieer boots, steel toe and shank, full black leather and oh so trendy (aka shit kickers)  my dirty stained jeans, knees are black from grease, and pockets lined in black from fishing crap out of them with dirty hands.  My grey tee shirt is grey because of age and drit use to be white, and not have holes in it due to acid splashes in the lab and my base ball cap is a ditry white and blue trucker cap that looks like it went "mudden" with the buddies!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOOK LIKE A FICKEN HICK,  shit, and there is an atractive girl at the chek out counter, i would have made a swift move, but no in my shame of looking like a local that made 7.50 and hour. i decided to run away with my tail between my legs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have i become?!  i got to move or start doing the things that make me stand out again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean i ride a track bike for gods sake, i scuba dive, i went to college and graduated with a degree in engineering.  I make enough money to support a family of 4 and im single (THANK GOD),  I ski, rock climb, and play ultimate frisbee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing i got home, i went into the appartment and made my self feel better by drinking Magic hat, eating my hippy supper and e-mailing on my Mac power book while downloading the latest episode of lost and watching Anime, all while talking on my cell phone to a friend.  sigh, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i got into bed under my sleeping bag.... um.... you didnt read that, i dont sleep in a sleeping bag in my own bed!  FUCK&lt;br /&gt;and dreamed about better days when i lived in the city!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then woke up late for work (and its saturday)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-116204530433934785?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/feeds/116204530433934785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12278274&amp;postID=116204530433934785' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/116204530433934785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/116204530433934785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/2006/10/evolution-2.html' title='Evolution 2'/><author><name>Squid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07818389410273420194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/12/16799065_d9cfe0027f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278274.post-116053534566381008</id><published>2006-10-10T22:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T22:55:45.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes THAT sick</title><content type='html'>So other than growing my hair out longer.... than normal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"how long squid?"&lt;br /&gt;enough to pull!!!1 UGGG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, so last week i was sicker than a dog, i mean when i get sick i get SICK.  not realy pukey, nasty smelly ungodly pile of crap sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get wicked head cold, living in pea soup cant think wonder where i am, take tomany drugs and get really wacky dreams sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so last week i was sick, and i still went to work, my boss said when i puke in the trash can i can go home.  I didnt get to go home!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week before i was fixing a bike at work and took some tools too and from home in a plastic shopping bag.  that shopping bag (still in the front seat of the truck) got confused with my lunch bag one day, and when i wet to get lunch out of the fridge at work, i found my tools!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my surprise, allenkeys taste kinda good! (dont know what an allenkey is... call me and i will hit you with a 15mm wrench)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, the guys decided that, me being sick as a dog, confusing my lunch bag and tool bag and putting my tools in the fridge was the best thing since steam was created!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and me bing sick as a dog, and on the edge of bing squid and an ass, i decided it was time to cross the line.  AND I GOT THEM ALL SICK &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA dont mess with the sick kid, he always has the last laugh... couhgcough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;squid out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-116053534566381008?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/feeds/116053534566381008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12278274&amp;postID=116053534566381008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/116053534566381008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/116053534566381008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/2006/10/yes-that-sick.html' title='Yes THAT sick'/><author><name>Squid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07818389410273420194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/12/16799065_d9cfe0027f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278274.post-115772640402249963</id><published>2006-09-08T10:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T10:42:39.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Little Fucker Burps</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4523/651/1600/P1250008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4523/651/320/P1250008.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO yeah, today novemer, is going to the vet&lt;br /&gt;and this means a couple things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his calm cool colecive'ness goes right out the window, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he goes in the,  i know nothing is wrong, but my going to sweat out my paws like a nervious teanager and im going to make damn sure you know i dont like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last year while trying to get dumbbutt into the cat carrier i got scratched, peed and pooped on.  in the end he got wrapped up in a sheet, tossed in the carrier and we were late to the vet, (whitch is not even 50 yeards down the street)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for being a cat that is soo cool, i cant blame him,  i mean who really wants to go to the doc's right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, so im watchen the cat waiting and planning my move when i see him sit up, look at me and "bbbBBUUURRRPPPppp"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no shit, he burped, and it was vocal, he looked at me, layed back down and that was that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thats not all, my cat also farts (mostly when he eats thai food) and he likes to hold conversations with you, (just ask short round) and when you are done petting him, he wants to pet you back (i keep telling him its a "one way street")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shortround thinks he is me just in a cats body!  he's lazy, eats alot but not often, likes to play, sleeps all day, up all night, and likes bad music!  I mean thats me in a nut shell!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-115772640402249963?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/feeds/115772640402249963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12278274&amp;postID=115772640402249963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/115772640402249963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/115772640402249963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/2006/09/little-fucker-burps.html' title='The Little Fucker Burps'/><author><name>Squid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07818389410273420194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/12/16799065_d9cfe0027f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278274.post-115712268355678661</id><published>2006-09-01T10:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T10:58:03.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the list for the day</title><content type='html'>List of things to do for the day&lt;br /&gt;By Squid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1, wake up at the tone of the alarm at 0900 (long weekend)&lt;br /&gt;2, say fuck that get up shut it off, get back into bed, look at November and say, yeah we get to sleep in&lt;br /&gt;3 sleep till 1030 when the phone rights, and again fuck that im not getting it!&lt;br /&gt;4 get guilty and get up and look to see who called&lt;br /&gt;5 pee&lt;br /&gt;6 stand and think&lt;br /&gt;7 done with that for the day&lt;br /&gt;8 check the apple for mail, whos on im and read some blogs &lt;br /&gt;9 decided you need to do some arrons&lt;br /&gt;10 go get a shirt&lt;br /&gt;11 pick at the scab on your leg, then try and stop the bleeding&lt;br /&gt;12 look at hair in the mirror and decided you can wear a hat for the whole day&lt;br /&gt;13 cut finger nails to prevent picking of scab&lt;br /&gt;14 write this list&lt;br /&gt;15 write some checks&lt;br /&gt;16 ride to post office&lt;br /&gt;17 ride to nappa to pick up ordered item for bike&lt;br /&gt;18 decide what to do from then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 things to do and I am still on 14…. Damn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-115712268355678661?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/feeds/115712268355678661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12278274&amp;postID=115712268355678661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/115712268355678661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/115712268355678661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/2006/09/list-for-day.html' title='the list for the day'/><author><name>Squid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07818389410273420194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/12/16799065_d9cfe0027f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278274.post-115561414536129160</id><published>2006-08-14T23:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T23:58:44.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm THE BIG WEEEAANNERRRR</title><content type='html'>SO hi all&lt;br /&gt;squid here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am working nights, and when i work nights, i wake up between 200 and 500pm inthe anfternoon and decided what im going to do before i leave for work at 600pm.  Today like most days i decided to take the bike and go get a snack and supper for the night.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i rode to bagle depo and when i got there, when i was leaning my new track bike against a piller three anying children started to make lots of noise and decided it was a great idea to run around me screaming in terror about a bee.  Not that i have a short tempor when i wake up.  but i do!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now im grubling when i get in the depo to get my bagle, and standing in line, i got cut, TWICE... i mean what the FUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then on the ride home, i almost get side swiped by a car that got too close cuz he decided he wanted to pass me when a 18 wheeler was comming the other way!  FUCKERS,  that is the third time this week i have been almost hit by a car!  this is really retarted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here we go to top it all off, to get me going i mean really going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally i get on my street, and i am riden home when the stupid punk spoiled boy on my streed see's me on my new bike and decided he needs to ask me questions and keep talking when i ignore him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was riden home and he rides up next to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dumbasskid "is that a new bike"&lt;br /&gt;squid "yes"&lt;br /&gt;DAK "can you do a wheely on it"&lt;br /&gt;squid "i dont want to"&lt;br /&gt;DAK "can you do a skid"&lt;br /&gt;squid "you do one"&lt;br /&gt;DAK "ok lets see if you can top this"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the little fucker skids 5 feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he wants me to skid on a track bike.... MMUUUAAHAHAHAHAHA get ready you little puke here comes the skid that will put you to shame for the rest of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;squid "you stay right here"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i circled around, rode to the end of the street, came back with some speed and locked up my legs leaned way over the bars and BOOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made a 35-40 food "in your face you little punk ass kid leave me alone and go home to mama fuck head" skid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAK "wow......."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;squid "yep......"  and i got off the bike walked in the house and ate my bagle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate mondays&lt;br /&gt;squid out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-115561414536129160?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/feeds/115561414536129160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12278274&amp;postID=115561414536129160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/115561414536129160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/115561414536129160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-big-weeeaannerrrr.html' title='I&apos;m THE BIG WEEEAANNERRRR'/><author><name>Squid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07818389410273420194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/12/16799065_d9cfe0027f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278274.post-115536008463114114</id><published>2006-08-12T01:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T01:21:24.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'>and again</title><content type='html'>Hi all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my track bike came in yesterday&lt;br /&gt;and no it didnt have the wheels i ordered, but i am taking care of that!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyways, &lt;br /&gt;so today i went for a ride, again , the thrid one of the day, and riden around town&lt;br /&gt;i was cutting through traffic and going a good pace when some one decided that the parking space right next to them needed to be taken RIGHT then and there!  so the fuckers cut me off.  i mean went right in front of me, no turn signal, no slowing down, no looking to see if anything was comming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i locked my my legs and skidded to a near death stop, alsmot cliped their bumper!  I was so shocked that i didnt do anything&lt;br /&gt;i should have pounded on their truck and yelled something but i didnt!  DAMN IT&lt;br /&gt;I really hate drivers who think they own the road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to top it off they had to be 80+ years old, they looked it&lt;br /&gt;sigh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, the track bike is nice&lt;br /&gt;i like it alot smooth and quiet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chat soon &lt;br /&gt;squid out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-115536008463114114?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/feeds/115536008463114114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12278274&amp;postID=115536008463114114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/115536008463114114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/115536008463114114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/2006/08/and-again.html' title='and again'/><author><name>Squid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07818389410273420194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/12/16799065_d9cfe0027f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278274.post-115458424810853117</id><published>2006-08-03T01:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T01:50:48.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'>evolution</title><content type='html'>So it has started,&lt;br /&gt;Today i read in &lt;a href="http://www.mooseinthekitchen.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; about a fellow animal evolving into her surroundings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i relized my self, i am doing the same, slowly but shurly&lt;br /&gt;this old city squid, is evolving into a cuntry squid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frist off, over here in the great state of the vermont (pronounce vermont as Veeermont) there is two big towns, Montpieler and Burlington.  I have lived in the btown but never in montpiler,  But i grew up in a city, well very very large town you could call it (five colleges with in 5 miles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, where i live now is the stix, and well i am an out cast, i ride a track bike around town, i am the only perosn to commute here and there on a bike, every one stares at me.  Well first off FUCK THEM, but anyways &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second, i do things like coach ultimate frisbee, and play ultimate, i scuba dive.  all of that stuff around here is thought of as "werid" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dont hunt, there is the HUGE deal, everyone around here hunts, and if you dont hunt..... you are an out cast!  and i mean OUT CAST, i will stare at you till you go away, and when you say hi, i will ignore you by staring at you till i make you to uncomfertable to stick around!  that kind of out cast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now you are asking... how did squid evolve here in the stix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i still ride my bikes way too much&lt;br /&gt;i still eat thai food at least once a week&lt;br /&gt;i still scuba and rockclimb and shit like that&lt;br /&gt;I am still an out cast in the town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now i own 4 guns... real guns not some cap gun... well grunt calls two of them cap guns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wear camo every once and a while, but not like hunting camo, grunt gave me one of his old uniforms from the desert, and i wear the pants some times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i actually thought about getting a hinting license this year for turkey.... but that quickly went down the tubes cuz i really dont want to kill anything except cardboard cutouts of smilly faces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i do like my shot gun... alot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways&lt;br /&gt;here is the outcast singen off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Squid out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-115458424810853117?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/feeds/115458424810853117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12278274&amp;postID=115458424810853117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/115458424810853117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/115458424810853117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/2006/08/evolution.html' title='evolution'/><author><name>Squid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07818389410273420194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/12/16799065_d9cfe0027f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278274.post-115379373122416441</id><published>2006-07-24T22:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T22:15:31.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A little more confusing</title><content type='html'>hi all&lt;br /&gt;well talken to some people&lt;br /&gt;when i say things i get the one eyebrow raise and then a "HUA"&lt;br /&gt;the "HUA" like WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKEN ABOUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here ya go &lt;br /&gt;some things squid might say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Im hitten the rack"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hitten meaning im going to go, &lt;br /&gt;rack as in the bed, not a girls chest, i would never hit a girl!  come on people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Im hitten the head"&lt;br /&gt;Head as in the bathroom, not my head, or someone elses head&lt;br /&gt;and hitten again meaning im going to go to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i got to drain the dragon"&lt;br /&gt;I got to go pee, and dragon is a less deaming tearm than lizard, lizards are small, dragons are big, nuffsaid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"its a titbitnippley"&lt;br /&gt;its cold out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;less confused.... if you are still confused i dont care&lt;br /&gt;and yes i know i cant spell &lt;br /&gt;and no i dont want to fix it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;squid out... but first i got to hit the head&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-115379373122416441?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/feeds/115379373122416441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12278274&amp;postID=115379373122416441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/115379373122416441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/115379373122416441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/2006/07/little-more-confusing.html' title='A little more confusing'/><author><name>Squid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07818389410273420194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/12/16799065_d9cfe0027f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278274.post-115378555517923644</id><published>2006-07-24T19:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T19:59:15.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'>life on two wheels</title><content type='html'>hiall&lt;br /&gt;so here i am typen on this&lt;br /&gt;that means two things&lt;br /&gt;i have done everything i needed to get done and i am bored (not true)&lt;br /&gt;or i am just doing this to not do what i need to do (very true)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, this past weekend.... sunday and monday, have been a biking event&lt;br /&gt;I went back to Burke to go riden, i took along a littleperson to well.... have some one to ride with, and i fixed her bike.... one thing that everyone should know, when you go biking make sure you bike is ready to go before you head out of the house, if it does not work right dont ride it, and please please please please please please... please.... please dont bring it to me...... i feel that i have to fix it even thow i should not, i ususally do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, went to burke, the littleone crashed haha, that is to be expected, i dabbed a couple times, (dabbing is when you put a foot down here and there to prevent crashing) i did hit a couple trees, but didnt knock me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went riden with the roomate later that day, and rode and rode and rode around STJAY and then i ran over dog shit on the side walk, with my single speed, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now "shit" happens so yeah thats that, but I HATE HITTING DONG SHIT&lt;br /&gt;who ever owns a dog, and lets it shit and does not take care of it should be shot, if it is your yard i could care less, if it is not your hard, the side walk a street or somewhere that trafic of feet or bikes or cars could be, CLEAN THE SHIT UP &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean GOD DAMN IT PEOPLE you need to be responsable, i dont let november shit all over the house, i  clean up his puke when he gets sick, i brush him i feed him and i make sure he is ALWAYS taken care of.   it is a responsability to have a pet, and if you cant take care of it 100% you are a fucken idiot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know dog shit is really not that fun to clean up, trust me i spent abour 2 hours cleaning it off and out of my bike! NOT FUN, and it smelled and then i smelled and had to take a shower!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if you dont clean your dog shit up and i catch you, i am going to hit you with what ever i am on, car bike or with my bare hands!  This is a warning!  and i work out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i did do some modifications to the single speed cuz i had it all apart cleaning the dog shit out of the fork, so that is going to run a little more smooth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent gotten my new bike yet so i am itching for that, if i hit dog shit with that, i think my head might explode!  anyways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chat soon&lt;br /&gt;squid out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember im watching you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-115378555517923644?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/feeds/115378555517923644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12278274&amp;postID=115378555517923644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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hand full of days ago&lt;br /&gt;it was a good time, i was in NYC for the weekend, went to NYC bikes and bought a new track bike. fixie, should be a good time, should be here in about 4 weeks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the trip was fun&lt;br /&gt;and now im back&lt;br /&gt;and thats about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what to talk about......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont know&lt;br /&gt;chat more later i guess&lt;br /&gt;squid out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-115357829135130715?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/feeds/115357829135130715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12278274&amp;postID=115357829135130715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/115357829135130715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/115357829135130715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/2006/07/25-years-and-not-smarter.html' title='25 years and not smarter'/><author><name>Squid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07818389410273420194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/12/16799065_d9cfe0027f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278274.post-115232666167832609</id><published>2006-07-07T22:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T22:44:21.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'>100 miles</title><content type='html'>so today i broke 100 miles on the appolo single speed road bike&lt;br /&gt;now thats not super fantastic but..... i did it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now there are more miles on that bike than just 100, but that has been since i got the cycle computer for it, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it too me &lt;br /&gt;8 hours 40 min&lt;br /&gt;to go 102.4 miles &lt;br /&gt;at and average rate of 11.64 mph&lt;br /&gt;max mph was 37.08 mph (i almost hit a car when i did that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my next goal is another 100 miles&lt;br /&gt;average 13mph&lt;br /&gt;max 40mph&lt;br /&gt;and a time of only 6 hours&lt;br /&gt;i think i can do it, but it is going to be a trip ride&lt;br /&gt;i may ride to work and back a couple times, that should put me up there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chat soon&lt;br /&gt;squid out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-115232666167832609?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://static.flickr.com/12/16799065_d9cfe0027f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278274.post-115145986427238113</id><published>2006-06-27T21:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T21:57:44.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode To the Pack</title><content type='html'>SO hi all squid here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I have and Grunt as well have posted stuff about our "packs"&lt;br /&gt;meaning back packs, messenger bags, stuff like that, but I would like to take a second out to thank my messengerbag... (yeah i know... Lame!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But moving on, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i have this messenger bag right... (ok this is going to be more of a post)  and i have a single speed apollo road bike that i use to go aournd town.  Currently since i got a cycle computer on it, just going around town to get lunch, do errons and go to ultimate i have put 50 some odd miles on the bike.  That is in like... 4 weeks totall.  Thats about... alot of gass that i saved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, when i go i usually take my messenger bag, i have been using messenger bags since highschool cuz they are nice and roomy, you can get into them really quick and they are very comfertable to me.  also they seem to fit nice when riden a bike.  I use to ride to school alot in highschool, and having the messenger bag really made life easy.  I can swing it aournd while riden and get shit out of it with out stopping or anything.  so that makes life easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on here&lt;br /&gt;one time i took a good digger, and landed on my back, this is why i ride with a pack most of the time, cuz it protects you!  your back at least!  I slid on the pack and got up and rode away, the pack took all the damage thank god!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally with out it, all the crappy DVD's i rent would be all over the street if i didnt have anything to hold them in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whats in your pack?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In mine all the time&lt;br /&gt;there is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One U lock&lt;br /&gt;wallet&lt;br /&gt;keys to the house, (when i remember them)&lt;br /&gt;Allen keys&lt;br /&gt;Cell phone&lt;br /&gt;loose change&lt;br /&gt;a tube&lt;br /&gt;sometimes a pump&lt;br /&gt;and usually DVD's&lt;br /&gt;and lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on long trips there is water in there too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one might ask.  a messenger bag, did you messeng?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes.... kinda, in highschool i use to run a packege here and there, for ma or pa, or the guy i use to work for at the shop&lt;br /&gt;for the highschool yes, and for family friends, what did i charge. food and bike parts! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now what do i do, run errons!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grunt use to call my messenger bad my "purse"&lt;br /&gt;he would yell at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yo squid.... what you got in your purse today?&lt;br /&gt;and i would answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ass hole.  my lipstick.... that you forgot at my house! haha&lt;br /&gt;and he would answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ass hole shut up! or something like that, but that was highschool, we have grown up, and stopped acting like that..... HAHAHAHAHAHAHA no we havent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, thats all for now&lt;br /&gt;next time im goign to post about Burke mountain and the Kingdom trails, one of the top ten raited trail systems in the US, and its in my back yard, and i found it easy, so did grunt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so squid out&lt;br /&gt;and good night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-115145986427238113?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/feeds/115145986427238113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12278274&amp;postID=115145986427238113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/115145986427238113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/115145986427238113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/2006/06/ode-to-pack.html' title='Ode To the Pack'/><author><name>Squid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07818389410273420194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/12/16799065_d9cfe0027f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278274.post-115138788962168978</id><published>2006-06-27T01:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T01:58:09.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'>blog fixed or new contacts</title><content type='html'>so anyways i guess the blog is fixed&lt;br /&gt;after sitting and wondering about it for hours &lt;br /&gt;and then waking up at 0300 and saying to november (kitty)&lt;br /&gt;its the 100 pixel with of the..... then realizing i woke him up&lt;br /&gt;i went back to bed and looked at it this morning&lt;br /&gt;and the blog fairy fixed the thing for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks blog fairy, who ever you are&lt;br /&gt;my life is not less stressed... kinda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, not  to make this post as less eventfull as the last&lt;br /&gt;here are a couple things that i have acomplished in my life that make me feel happy&lt;br /&gt;this is squid by the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1, stayed up a total of 36 hours (countless times)&lt;br /&gt;2, ate a whole box of cerial for b-fast&lt;br /&gt;3, rode my bike for a total of 8 hours in one day&lt;br /&gt;4, ate out for an entire week (no cooking or anything in the house)&lt;br /&gt;5, stayed single for more than a year (still am baby..... sigh.... but free)&lt;br /&gt;6, checked the mail in my boxers and said hi to my neighbors&lt;br /&gt;7, finished 48 fishstix's for lunch (i HATE all sea food, last time i ate fish in 11 years)&lt;br /&gt;8, spent 8 housr and 45 min under water, 2 hours and 45 min on one tank! MMA rechord&lt;br /&gt;9, dropped full soda bottles off of very high places to watch them go boom&lt;br /&gt;10, broke my nose on some one elses sholder and kept playing disk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-115138788962168978?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/feeds/115138788962168978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12278274&amp;postID=115138788962168978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/115138788962168978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/115138788962168978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-fixed-or-new-contacts.html' title='blog fixed or new contacts'/><author><name>Squid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07818389410273420194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/12/16799065_d9cfe0027f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278274.post-114988629880637899</id><published>2006-06-09T16:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T16:51:38.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my blog is messed up</title><content type='html'>sigh so when i posted about my nose yeah it got all screwed up&lt;br /&gt;well when i see the sight it is all spaced out and shit&lt;br /&gt;im dissapointed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, for 5 day in augist i was asked to coach in the Ultimate Youth Club Champs, i have total conroll over the girls team.... well not total, but im going to coach them... ok last statment was bad... get your mind out of the gudder!  god damn im like 10 years older than most of them..... jesus you are sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, tomorrow im working onthe apollo, putting a new fork on that&lt;br /&gt;and then on tuesday im in NH maybe riden with a college buddy, or 4 haha&lt;br /&gt;i think we are just going to get drunk and call it done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;squid out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my nose still hurts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-114988629880637899?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/feeds/114988629880637899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12278274&amp;postID=114988629880637899' 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yeah it got all screwed up&lt;br /&gt;well when i see the sight it is all spaced out and shit&lt;br /&gt;im dissapointed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, for 5 day in augist i was asked to coach in the Ultimate Youth Club Champs, i have total conroll over the girls team.... well not total, but im going to coach them... ok last statment was bad... get your mind out of the gudder!  god damn im like 10 years older than most of them..... jesus you are sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, tomorrow im working onthe apollo, putting a new fork on that&lt;br /&gt;and then on tuesday im in NH maybe riden with a college buddy, or 4 haha&lt;br /&gt;i think we are just going to get drunk and call it done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;squid out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my nose still hurts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-114988629531560375?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://static.flickr.com/12/16799065_d9cfe0027f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278274.post-114931649605892950</id><published>2006-06-03T02:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T02:34:56.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Check this one out</title><content type='html'>Hi all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I coach ultimate frisbee at the local highschool here, and i love it, give me something to do, i love thorwing the disk around and well its just a good time for me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To day at practice i was tossing the disk around and all the player try to see how good they are at guarding me and try to be smart by trying to get the disk before i can.  eeehhh ok thats fine with me till something bad happens &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah one of the players thows the disk over my head, and i turn and spring for it, when i turned and ran i was looking over my sholder reading the disk, and then when i turned my head to look and see if i was going to hit something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPpp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my face goes into the sholder of one of my players trying to be smart by trying to get the disk before me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am some one who usually stands his ground, meaning when some one goes to hit dear old squid, i uaually dont move much.  so this scronny 5'10" highschooler goes straight to the ground and i stumble back a step or two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i grab my face and everyone starts to croud me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oohhh are you allright&lt;br /&gt;ouch man you all right&lt;br /&gt;dude im so sorry&lt;br /&gt;wow, he didnt move&lt;br /&gt;are you ok, did you break anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me stumbling around eyes shut in pain and holding my nose&lt;br /&gt;im fine im fine, let me be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the kids know when i say let me be... or go away. to actually leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other coach stood by at a distance while i walked cyrcles moaning in pain, then i i stopped and looked down to see blood dripping from my nose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"aaahhh great, fucken wonder full"&lt;br /&gt;then i made my way over to the my medic bag, took out the nalgine and some paper towles and washed some blood away, then took everything to the bench and sat down and did some more washing and drank some water and sat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other Coach "wow are you really ok"&lt;br /&gt;squid "is my nose straight"&lt;br /&gt;OC "is it broken"&lt;br /&gt;Squid "is it straight"&lt;br /&gt;OC "looks ok"&lt;br /&gt;Squid "when i push it one waythen the other it makes a cracking sound"&lt;br /&gt;OC "well ok"&lt;br /&gt;Sqid "im fine just let me sit"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i took some pain meds and then sat &lt;br /&gt;then got up and scooled the kid that hit me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i moaned about how my nose hurts&lt;br /&gt;and it still does, when the swelling goes down some more&lt;br /&gt;im going to poke and prod it, but now it makes a littlebit of an anoying wistling sound when i breath.   thats going to suck if i cant fix that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any ways &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boo yaa&lt;br /&gt;im out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe with a broken nose&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-114931649605892950?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/feeds/114931649605892950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12278274&amp;postID=114931649605892950' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/114931649605892950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/114931649605892950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/2006/06/check-this-one-out.html' title='Check this one out'/><author><name>Squid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07818389410273420194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/12/16799065_d9cfe0027f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278274.post-114852424944125709</id><published>2006-05-24T22:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T22:30:49.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'>been a long time?</title><content type='html'>ok ok ok im back&lt;br /&gt;the six legger is back &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here is what i have been upto&lt;br /&gt;so yeah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am better, but not fully healed, &lt;br /&gt;torso and mommy had a babby, we need a name for it, first i got to meet it, and then grunt and i have the task of getting it named, but i do need help.... comment people comment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been coaching the ultimate frisbee team here at the local highschool and that takes up way to much of my time, my riding had been only loacl and mostly commuting on the apollo witch is fun, but still not mountain worthy, soon i will be with grunt riding single track, this monday i bet&lt;br /&gt;should be good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my knee is good, my hip is still touchy, going to get an xray soon i think, hope nothing is wrong, but if it is i miss more work... haha good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work is different, not good but not bad, im looken thats all im sayen, and i got an opening comming up close to grunt and sister... good??? OH HELL YEAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love life... my bikes are good and the cat is great, do i have a girl friend... no do i live with a female... yes... do we have sperate room.... yes, why does everyone not get that it is not that bad, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;short round is good, she is riding more, but not really trail riden more conditioning, but at least she is on two wheels, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;josie is ok, she is good and all, needs a little work here and there as uaual&lt;br /&gt;i got a ultimate turnermant this weekend, had a huge one last weekend, lost my voice and now i am done&lt;br /&gt;chat later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;squid out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-114852424944125709?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/feeds/114852424944125709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12278274&amp;postID=114852424944125709' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/114852424944125709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/114852424944125709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/2006/05/been-long-time.html' title='been a long time?'/><author><name>Squid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07818389410273420194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/12/16799065_d9cfe0027f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278274.post-114592763722131719</id><published>2006-04-24T20:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T20:50:40.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally some single track</title><content type='html'>I dont know if we had said it before but Squid and I have been looking for some quality single track to rip on our bikes. Our search seemed to have been in vain, all the "single track" that we had found thus far had been anything but worthy of the name. Since when is a path that is wide enough to drive a car down considered single track???? The name single track implies that there is but one track to ride down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After have not been on a bike for the better part of two years now, I felt that it was time to get back in the saddle again. Especially after buying a new Marin hard tail mountain bike. It was Saturday and I jumped on the bike to go tool around Saint Mike's college. Nothing special, just a good ol' fashioned campus ride. Squid had told me about theses nature trails at St. Mikes, and as I rode along hopping curbs and looking for stairs I remembered what he had said. So I decided to go looking for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well needless to say I found them and they were decent, until that is, when I found the break in the fence. Punching through the hole I found myself on a tasty single track weaving along the top of an old beaver dam. "COOL!" I think to my self as I squeeze the handle bars between two sapplings with barely an inch to spare. Then sadly the trail ended on a paved road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recognizing where I was, I once again remembered that there was a spot where I almost always saw cars parked........and they had bike racks on them. So pedaling down there I soon found a steep berm that I had to cross over. And on the other side.................It was a pot of mountain bikers gold. Miles upon miles of single track! Real single track! No wider than my handle bars and roller coastering across the Burlington Plateau! There was every thing a rider could want. Equal amounts of bouth up and down. Tricky ridge crest paths. OOOOOOOOOOOOOO every thing I could want and it is less than a mile from my door step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS PLACE ROCKS!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well until next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grunt out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-114592763722131719?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/feeds/114592763722131719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12278274&amp;postID=114592763722131719' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/114592763722131719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/114592763722131719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/2006/04/finally-some-single-track.html' title='Finally some single track'/><author><name>Grunt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15364267306354543558</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-12278274.post-114368921888713649</id><published>2006-03-29T21:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T22:26:58.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Crap???!!!!</title><content type='html'>Howdy  ya'll, the old Gruntster here. I know its been awhile since I posted. I don't have any excuses for it, just lazyness I guess. So here is what I'm bitchin', gripin' and a complainin' about today. Have you ever had a loved one (ie. your wife, husband, father or mother) tell you that everything you do is CRAP? Well I have in the last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sittin' down to dinner the other day with Wifey; we were talking about something that Squid and I had done and she looked me right in the eye and said something along the lines of, "I may not do the same kinda crap that you and your brother do..." It didn't really sink in for a few minutes, but when it hit me that Wifey had just said that everything that Squid and I do is crap, I was just slightly offended and shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Wifey saved herself by saying it was an acronym. "Really, then what does it mean?" I counter. So she starts thinking and I can see the smoke coming outta her ears. "Ah......Crazy......Ah.........Wait I'm thinking......"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then to help out I shot out, "Crazy.......Ridiculous..........Ah..........Athletic ......... Ah............ Prospects?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Wifey says that she was going to eventually get it, but I figured with all the smoke comin' outta her ears I should help her out before we had a fire in the house. "No that doesnt really flow right!" she says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok so we change Prospects to Persuits."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey that works," Wifey says as she grabs a pen and paper to write it all down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just remember, the next time someone tells you that everything you do is CRAP, you can tell them that they are right. All the things you do are Crazy, Ridiculous, Athletic, Persuits. So take pride in your CRAP and go out, drive on and go find some new CRAP to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grunt out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah by the way, Squid and I are gonna do some seriously cold CRAP this weekend over on the coast of Maine. Dont worry ya'll will more than likely hear about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-114368921888713649?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/feeds/114368921888713649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12278274&amp;postID=114368921888713649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/114368921888713649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/114368921888713649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-crap.html' title='It&apos;s Crap???!!!!'/><author><name>Grunt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15364267306354543558</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-12278274.post-114329413548014674</id><published>2006-03-25T08:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T08:42:15.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Back Woods Event</title><content type='html'>Hi all &lt;br /&gt;squid here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.... last night short round had her frist shock of... OMG i live in the back woods of the vermont...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here the story goes&lt;br /&gt;so im working weekends, and short round decided that she might stick around this weekend and rest up.  so i get home, super tired to find her cooking a new dish.  smelled really good, i was so tried and hungry, and my hip hurt so much that i was super excited i didnt have to make my own supper.  so i ran up stairs and changed in to some shorts, cuz i wanted to jump on the trainer and get some reps in and see if i could loosen the hip up and make it feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the time i got down stairs again, supper was ready, so insted of jumping on the trainer i ate.  then got on the trainer.... bad move&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont eat then spin like crazy.... stomach does not like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i got off the trainer, then back on then off then on then off for good. then i said, hum.... how about you go to the movie king and get a movie while i shower!!!  it was 2000 at that point and the movie place closes at 2100, and i tend to take long showers.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;short round, naw i will wait&lt;br /&gt;squid naw you should go they will close by the time im out&lt;br /&gt;short round, take a quick shower&lt;br /&gt;squid, i hurt and im tired, a long shower would be nice&lt;br /&gt;shortround just take a shower and we will go &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i jump in the shower, and then quickly take a hot one&lt;br /&gt;then jump out and yell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT TIME IS IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2017&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i will be dressed in a sec and we can go&lt;br /&gt;shortround, whats the rush, &lt;br /&gt;squid, they close at 2100&lt;br /&gt;shortround, no they dont&lt;br /&gt;squid, yes they do, trust me&lt;br /&gt;shortround, why would they do that, noone decided to get a movie before 2100&lt;br /&gt;squid, shortround, remember where you live now!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;shortround, .... really,omg thats retarted, i mean, what if you decided... i mean, who the hell closes at 2100... imean.... ok lets go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lesson.... when living in the back woods, nothing is open late, even the gas stations close around here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i got to know this, when living in maine, i went to go get a tire mounted and ballenced after class, at 1500, at the ford dealership, they told me maintance was closed because it was hunting season they all get off of work at 1400 every day and they are closed friday through sunday till hunting season is done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i flipped out, and then was asked to leave!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lesson, dont flip out about hunting season around hunters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;squid out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-114329413548014674?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://static.flickr.com/12/16799065_d9cfe0027f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278274.post-114290431995929752</id><published>2006-03-20T20:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T20:25:19.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I WON!!!! iwoniwoniwon</title><content type='html'>AAAHHHH hellllsss yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok squid here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i read Moose in the Kitchen, ablog whitch is one of the best i have ever read, and i check it alot... everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Ms. Moose had a friday contest, and if you win, you get a treat sent in the mail, and im getting BEER BROWNIES!  oooohhh hell yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out the post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mooseinthekitchen.blogspot.com/2006/03/drum-roll-please.html#links"&gt;http://mooseinthekitchen.blogspot.com/2006/03/drum-roll-please.html#links&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won with the name for her computer as Bad Apple, haha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, thanks moosey!  and i cant wait for next week... friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah update on my knee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the knee is better, alot better, but not great, i went to go climb something at work and man did it hurt the knee, but i was twisting my self this way and that, not tooo good on a streached MCL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, since i favored the knee so much, i brused my hip socket thingy, so now if i sit for more than 5 min when i get up it feels like some one is stabbing me in the hip for about 5 to 10 steps, then i goes away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;better and worse!  eeeehhh thats life i guesss&lt;br /&gt;but im getting beer brownies!  heeelll yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, and i had ultimate tryouts today, well i was coaching them,  timing them, the kids had a 1.3 mile run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;highlights, kid puked at the end...... and the redbull truck stopped by and gave out free redbull!  i got to talk to a cute redbull girl!!!!&lt;br /&gt;ooohhh she was cute... sam short for samantha i hope and not samuel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;squid out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-114290431995929752?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/feeds/114290431995929752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12278274&amp;postID=114290431995929752' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/114290431995929752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/114290431995929752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-won-iwoniwoniwon.html' title='I WON!!!! iwoniwoniwon'/><author><name>Squid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07818389410273420194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/12/16799065_d9cfe0027f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278274.post-114171714232817345</id><published>2006-03-07T02:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T02:39:02.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Single Fucken Speed</title><content type='html'>Ok hi all&lt;br /&gt;squid here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now lately &lt;br /&gt;and well since i built the ghetto cog up &lt;br /&gt;this is the question i have been getting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY THE FUCK DID YOU MAKE AND RIDE A SINGLE SPEED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well here is the answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many reasons &lt;br /&gt;but one simple reason &lt;br /&gt;single fucken speed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now growing up, my frist couple bikes where all single speeds&lt;br /&gt;and i never really thought about it&lt;br /&gt;i could ride anywhere and i never worried about the gears &lt;br /&gt;i rode and rode and the only thing that stopped me was my skidd stops that poped a tire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went to a 5 speed, and that eventually turned in to a single speed becase i didnt know how to fix for cable streaching, cuz i didnt know that cable streaching happens on a geared bike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i grew up, got kinda smart, got a 18 speed mt bike&lt;br /&gt;and bent the axle&lt;br /&gt;then i got the mongoose&lt;br /&gt;and then learned about tune ups&lt;br /&gt;then payed for tune ups&lt;br /&gt;then decided i could not pay for tune ups&lt;br /&gt;then started to learn how to tune my own bike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i got the horse &lt;br /&gt;fucked her up a couple times&lt;br /&gt;spent lots of money one her&lt;br /&gt;but she is still on the trail , just not under my paws&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i got in to park riding, with the p2&lt;br /&gt;and you dont really use tomany gears inthe park &lt;br /&gt;so of course cable streach and yeah never fixed it till i hurt my self and could not go riding &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in all this mombo jumbo here i decided to re do a bike&lt;br /&gt;and make it into a single speed&lt;br /&gt;and the ghetto cog idea was born &lt;br /&gt;and then built over a year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she is fun to ride&lt;br /&gt;i dont worry abou gears, and i admit hills can be killer, but it made me a stronger hill climber&lt;br /&gt;i dont worry about cable streaching&lt;br /&gt;i dont worry about hitting the derailers on anything&lt;br /&gt;and really i dont worry about her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant do everything i can do on the ghetto compaiered to the p2, but she is more of a point a to b bike &lt;br /&gt;than a hucking bike!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the other day i was looking at the apollo and i said &lt;br /&gt;hum light, fast, get to point a and b shit&lt;br /&gt;hum fun.... yeah i need another single speed&lt;br /&gt;and i can have fun with it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i decided to make another&lt;br /&gt;and i really cant wait to get on her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i can say is if you try it you might like it&lt;br /&gt;single speed bikes have a different freedom compaired to the super expensive hyped up full suspension can kill your self on.&lt;br /&gt;not that im knocking a DH or free ride bike&lt;br /&gt;my true love is in free riding and doing stupid shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there is nothing like that feeling of going back to child hood and riding on something youare not worried anything about&lt;br /&gt;and noone would want to steel a bike like the ghetto&lt;br /&gt;i mean come on, she is ghetto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one would want to marry a hooker cuz you know how hard she has been ridden right??&lt;br /&gt;why buy a rental car, cuz it was diven like it was stolen&lt;br /&gt;and best of all, but ugly... god damn she is but ugly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the new single speed will not be but ugly, but that is just cuz im putting a little more thought in to it&lt;br /&gt;and im actually putting money in to it rather than raping old beat up bikes for parts&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 of my six bikes are single speeds now&lt;br /&gt;will i get a 7th bike or trade out a frame this summer&lt;br /&gt;who knows&lt;br /&gt;but for now&lt;br /&gt;riden around st jay on early morning rides are going to be on one fucken speed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok thats enough &lt;br /&gt;im out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-114171714232817345?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://static.flickr.com/12/16799065_d9cfe0027f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278274.post-114157720520839774</id><published>2006-03-05T11:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T11:46:45.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Two Wheels</title><content type='html'>Why hello there &lt;br /&gt;squid here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have my brace now thats good&lt;br /&gt;im walken around alot &lt;br /&gt;better&lt;br /&gt;and for the frist time a couple days ago i was on the P2&lt;br /&gt;the sexy new fork she has&lt;br /&gt;then i started finishing the work on the BMX in the house that is not mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i started a new project that is going to take a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the apollo is going to be a single speed&lt;br /&gt;right now i ripped off all the derailers, and cables and &lt;br /&gt;well she is fine now, she is in 1/5 for gears cuz the spings pushed it that way&lt;br /&gt;i bet she flys now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i got to do is get a new wheel and a converson kit &lt;br /&gt;or a actual single speed wheel&lt;br /&gt;either or, she is not going to be like the ghetto&lt;br /&gt;scary to ride&lt;br /&gt;she is going to be nice and simple and fun&lt;br /&gt;still going to have breaks i dont want to make her into a fixed gear&lt;br /&gt;but that would be fun too i think i dont know&lt;br /&gt;the real problem is the hills in vermont a fixed gear could be well......&lt;br /&gt;super dangerious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and with my knee that would be hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;riding is differnt&lt;br /&gt;the knee brace makes me feel bulky a bit&lt;br /&gt;and it does not feel super to be on a bike all the time&lt;br /&gt;so with that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will keep ya up dayed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i will start a new chapter in ghetto cog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chat later&lt;br /&gt;have a good day&lt;br /&gt;its sunnny get out side&lt;br /&gt;if not&lt;br /&gt;go to sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later&lt;br /&gt;squid out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-114157720520839774?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/feeds/114157720520839774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12278274&amp;postID=114157720520839774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/114157720520839774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/114157720520839774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/2006/03/back-to-two-wheels.html' title='Back to Two Wheels'/><author><name>Squid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07818389410273420194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/12/16799065_d9cfe0027f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278274.post-114131369598391424</id><published>2006-03-02T10:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T10:34:56.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What an UpDate</title><content type='html'>Why hello there&lt;br /&gt;squid here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so its time to give you an update on my situation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i have a pulled MCL, and recovering&lt;br /&gt;saw the pt, he told me to take the brace off, ditch the crutch and go back to work and stop being a pussy, but dont go skiing or anything else till i get my knee brace! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to work&lt;br /&gt;they could not decide if i could be there or not, so 4 hours on the phone With the home office and this other company finally they told me to stop being a pussy and go back to work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i got some great comments like&lt;br /&gt;"hay crash, i need 20 feet of fence taken down... think you can help"&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;"hay dont move to quick, squid cant catch up"&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;"we wont make him stand, he could hurt him self"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knee brace tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;picking up short round today after work&lt;br /&gt;and that is that&lt;br /&gt;thanks again for the support&lt;br /&gt;knee is tight, hip hurts &lt;br /&gt;work is still work but glad im back&lt;br /&gt;got screwed out of 16 hours of sick time&lt;br /&gt;but getting a full pay check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways&lt;br /&gt;im out&lt;br /&gt;and about&lt;br /&gt;but not running yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did get on a bike though&lt;br /&gt;and decided i should wait for my knee brace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im out&lt;br /&gt;squid&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-114131369598391424?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/feeds/114131369598391424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12278274&amp;postID=114131369598391424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/114131369598391424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/114131369598391424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-update.html' title='What an UpDate'/><author><name>Squid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07818389410273420194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/12/16799065_d9cfe0027f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278274.post-114089808282274771</id><published>2006-02-25T14:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T15:08:02.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pills? Oh crap</title><content type='html'>Ok hi all &lt;br /&gt;squid here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this healing thing is taken a while&lt;br /&gt;but slowly but shurly &lt;br /&gt;im back on my feet and going up and down stairs... slowly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday im going to see a PT to get a new knee brace&lt;br /&gt;one with hinges so i can walk&lt;br /&gt;god damn i cant wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to be able to walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man i miss it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been doing my excersices, and yes they help, but the one thing i was never good at was taken pills, i forget for some odd reason &lt;br /&gt;so for the last day i have been off nabumetone witch is just good at keeping swelling down, witch i dont have much and some of the pain away, withc is almost gone&lt;br /&gt;im going to take one now though till they tell me to stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im down to one crutch, with gives me even more weird stairs now than before wiht two&lt;br /&gt;went out to lunch with a friend&lt;br /&gt;that was good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hum what else to update you with&lt;br /&gt;hum....&lt;br /&gt;excersizes, good&lt;br /&gt;pills, forgot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no surgery, but you know that&lt;br /&gt;new knife, you know that too i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh im addiceted to buying mp3's on line from itunes,&lt;br /&gt;well i got a mac, and and i pod, and a rokr phone and two more mp3 players, and um yeah i like music like anyother person&lt;br /&gt;but there is this new program that helps you pick music that they might think you would like&lt;br /&gt;based on what you ahve on your hard drive and what you bought&lt;br /&gt;witch is kinda freeky, big brother deal&lt;br /&gt;but damn does it work &lt;br /&gt;and ive spent like 30 bucks on music alone in the last week&lt;br /&gt;thats a lot of music &lt;br /&gt;right now im pushing 9 gigs of mucis&lt;br /&gt;and 300 cd;s &lt;br /&gt;and november is not to happy with the amount of bass i push in the house haha&lt;br /&gt;anyways&lt;br /&gt;chat later&lt;br /&gt;thanks again for the support&lt;br /&gt;i will keep you all updated about what happens monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really hope tuesday im back to work &lt;br /&gt;short round is back on the 2nd &lt;br /&gt;and thats all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chat it up later&lt;br /&gt;squid out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-114089808282274771?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/feeds/114089808282274771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12278274&amp;postID=114089808282274771' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/114089808282274771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/114089808282274771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/2006/02/pills-oh-crap.html' title='Pills? Oh crap'/><author><name>Squid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07818389410273420194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/12/16799065_d9cfe0027f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278274.post-114072413552394031</id><published>2006-02-23T14:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T14:48:55.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I saw an X lion</title><content type='html'>ok&lt;br /&gt;good after noon here folks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went to see the orthopedic today&lt;br /&gt;and he tugged and pulled and prodded and look at the squid on my shin&lt;br /&gt;then said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well you have a strained MCL, nothing ripped, no surgery&lt;br /&gt;but a long long long recovery time &lt;br /&gt;up to 5 more weeks with PT involved &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huray...... good and bad&lt;br /&gt;so im still in my brace&lt;br /&gt;witch sucks&lt;br /&gt;down to one crutch&lt;br /&gt;which is better&lt;br /&gt;getting a knee brace so i can walk on monday&lt;br /&gt;and then recovery baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im out of work this week&lt;br /&gt;maybe next week&lt;br /&gt;that sucks &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thank you all for your supportive words&lt;br /&gt;thank you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i got a lunch date with a friend saturday&lt;br /&gt;and other than that&lt;br /&gt;i got a new knife&lt;br /&gt;and lets see&lt;br /&gt;my knee hurts still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i went to work to talk to my boss, he is not mad&lt;br /&gt;witch is good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no surgery thank god&lt;br /&gt;fucken a&lt;br /&gt;man &lt;br /&gt;that was a close one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well im going to sign off here&lt;br /&gt;and talk to you guys later&lt;br /&gt;keep safe &lt;br /&gt;squid out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks again &lt;br /&gt;friends &lt;br /&gt;family and espically&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;team squid and grunt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-114072413552394031?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/feeds/114072413552394031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12278274&amp;postID=114072413552394031' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/114072413552394031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/114072413552394031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-saw-x-lion.html' title='I saw an X lion'/><author><name>Squid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07818389410273420194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/12/16799065_d9cfe0027f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278274.post-114040677718208522</id><published>2006-02-19T22:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T22:39:37.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to sleep</title><content type='html'>Good afternoon all&lt;br /&gt;squid here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we have all had thoes sleepless nights right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can remember as a child not being able to sleep before christmas, and my birthday because i was so excited.  I was excited for the presents, for the joy, for spending time with people and all that fun stuff that comes along with celibration!  Am i right, i mean it still happens to the best of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can remember the night before i went on my frist open water dive in the summer of july of 1997....  I was 16, i was young, i was so excited, i had been training for this moment for so long, and the next day i was going to the ocean, the real, ocean to go see where the fish live.  to see what was under that green water of the north atlantic.  to see what the ghlouster fisherman and lobstermen take from the bottom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to swim with the fishes. haha&lt;br /&gt;good old family quote!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there are times you cant sleep for other reasons, and the worst is worry.  and we all have been there too&lt;br /&gt;worried about a friend or family member, even a pet&lt;br /&gt;worried about a test &lt;br /&gt;worried about something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now tonight before i lay my head to rest i know I am not going to be able to sleep again &lt;br /&gt;and it is not becuase i am exctied&lt;br /&gt;it is because i am worried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow i am going to go see a doctor and they are going to look over my knee&lt;br /&gt;they are going to tell me if i can go back to work &lt;br /&gt;or if i cant&lt;br /&gt;they are going to tell me if i can dive&lt;br /&gt;ride, &lt;br /&gt;climb&lt;br /&gt;do anything i like to do ever again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or how much of it i can do &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is stress&lt;br /&gt;this is what i worry about &lt;br /&gt;i know i might be taking this too seriously &lt;br /&gt;or i might be worring to much &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the swelling in my knee has gone down&lt;br /&gt;and i can move it a bit &lt;br /&gt;but not more than 90 degrees, and not more than 50 with out pain &lt;br /&gt;maybe even 30 degrees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats the worst that can happen &lt;br /&gt;out of work longer&lt;br /&gt;surgery on my knee&lt;br /&gt;cant do thiings like i use to &lt;br /&gt;watch my knee for the rest of my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;play with fire you eventualy will get burnt right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have taken falls on my bike &lt;br /&gt;and i have hurt my self diving&lt;br /&gt;and at my age never broken a bone!  &lt;br /&gt;i guess that made me feel like i was stronger than i thought&lt;br /&gt;and i prooved my self wrong!&lt;br /&gt;so here it is&lt;br /&gt;im worried&lt;br /&gt;about tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope you sleep better than i do &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;squid out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-114040677718208522?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/feeds/114040677718208522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12278274&amp;postID=114040677718208522' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/114040677718208522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/114040677718208522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/2006/02/time-to-sleep.html' title='Time to sleep'/><author><name>Squid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07818389410273420194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/12/16799065_d9cfe0027f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278274.post-114019382899206857</id><published>2006-02-17T11:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T11:56:28.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No News is Just As Bad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4523/651/1600/02-15-06_1606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4523/651/320/02-15-06_1606.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good after noon all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;squid here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well here is the update, ive been of for a while i guess&lt;br /&gt;not to long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but here is my situation,&lt;br /&gt;i went skiing on feb 14th cuz it was a day off and i had no valintine to spend it with&lt;br /&gt;i know boo hoo right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well skiing was great for the frist 6 or 8 runs, it was a beautiful day, noone was on the slopes, i was carving it up really nice on the blue trails. i could count the runs on the trails, and most where mine from the run before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last run i was cooken, i was going a little fast and i hit a lip that put me off balence, and then i hit a second lip that took me out&lt;br /&gt;i fell on my side and sated to spin, then all i saw was a rush of red and i was on my back stopped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i gatherd my self, i realized that my left knee and hip where killing me&lt;br /&gt;pain shot up my leg like i have never felt it, then i noticed i was in the woods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sat up and looked down, my skis where not on me and not in sight then i looked to my left&lt;br /&gt;the rush of red was a mesh fence that i took out &lt;br /&gt;i took 20 feet of fence out and took down 5 or 6 polls that where holding it up out as well&lt;br /&gt;my ski goggles and my hat where off&lt;br /&gt;my back pack was half off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was looken around sitten still when i hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you ok"&lt;br /&gt;and i repplied "um........ my knee hurts"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some one noticed i was in the woods, &lt;br /&gt;i was skien alone so there i was in the woods and luckly some one saw me, &lt;br /&gt;he told me i was lucky and that he found one ski&lt;br /&gt;down 20 feet from me&lt;br /&gt;i found the other 20 feet above me stuck in the fence&lt;br /&gt;with a pole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i finally tried to get up other people started to pass and stop&lt;br /&gt;one noticed the cuts on my fore head and asked if i was ok &lt;br /&gt;then they called ski patrole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they told me to sit down after they noticed how bad i was limping to get my skis &lt;br /&gt;thats when i figured i was getting a ride down on a sled&lt;br /&gt;nothing felt broken or out of place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i was looken over my gear, &lt;br /&gt;i broke a ski and bent a pole&lt;br /&gt;the skis rear tip seporated and i dont knwo how that happened&lt;br /&gt;and i think i bent a pole on one of the posts i hit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitting down the ski patole came over&lt;br /&gt;and asked if i knocked my self out&lt;br /&gt;and i said no&lt;br /&gt;now that i look back i dont think i did but i really dont knwo&lt;br /&gt;i could have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways&lt;br /&gt;i got a ride down &lt;br /&gt;on a sled&lt;br /&gt;looked at my knee and by then it started to swell&lt;br /&gt;then i drove my self to the er&lt;br /&gt;the 4 hours there they took x-rays&lt;br /&gt;and nothing was broken &lt;br /&gt;but i could not put weight on it any more&lt;br /&gt;so i got a brace for the knee&lt;br /&gt;a get out of jail free pass... i mean get out of work free pass&lt;br /&gt;and crutches&lt;br /&gt;and now im home&lt;br /&gt;with my brace on &lt;br /&gt;my fore head is better&lt;br /&gt;my knee is slowly comming back to normal shape&lt;br /&gt;it looks like i have a black and blue base ball on the inside of it &lt;br /&gt;it hurts to sleep with it&lt;br /&gt;it hurts to move iwth it&lt;br /&gt;it hurts all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday i go to the docs to see if i tore anything&lt;br /&gt;and to tell you the truth i am really worried about it &lt;br /&gt;what if i did&lt;br /&gt;what about work &lt;br /&gt;they arnt happy im not able to work now&lt;br /&gt;and what if i really did something bad to it and i cant go back to work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also can i ride again &lt;br /&gt;can i dive any more&lt;br /&gt;can i rock climb again &lt;br /&gt;can i go on extended hikes again &lt;br /&gt;can i go skiing again &lt;br /&gt;what if it is really fucked up?&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;well that is a good lesson iguess learned the hard way&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i will keep you up dated i guess&lt;br /&gt;squid out&lt;br /&gt;here are some pics i guess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-114019382899206857?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/feeds/114019382899206857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12278274&amp;postID=114019382899206857' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/114019382899206857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/114019382899206857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/2006/02/no-news-is-just-as-bad.html' title='No News is Just As Bad'/><author><name>Squid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07818389410273420194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/12/16799065_d9cfe0027f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278274.post-113971841360844357</id><published>2006-02-11T23:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T23:26:53.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to be Crule</title><content type='html'>ok here comes a kinda mean streak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good after noon all&lt;br /&gt;squid here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so last weekend was not as fun as i wanted it to be as you read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there was some times where we did get alittle crazy&lt;br /&gt;get back together alot of shipping buddies&lt;br /&gt;at the friends house who drinks all the time&lt;br /&gt;and what did we do&lt;br /&gt;drink... drink and well pass the fuck out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this is day one&lt;br /&gt;we say our friend&lt;br /&gt;then went home and drank, i finished a bottle of yager, and a 12 pack&lt;br /&gt;i was drunk &lt;br /&gt;i went to bed in the study and my buddy tony was all ready passed out on the floor, i crawled in to the sleeping bag and passed out with my head in the door way and my head half on and half off a kitchen floor.&lt;br /&gt;woke up an hour later, i went to sleep at 0430, by my other frind kicking tony&lt;br /&gt;they wanted to leave&lt;br /&gt;so i said skooooooorr i got a pillow now and the room to my self, no more kitchen floor for my head, as i pealed my face off the linolium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i woke up at 1000, my head was almost in a cat box, and i noticed that my jeans where next to me out of the sleeping bag&lt;br /&gt;now i went to bed with my jeans on... and my head was nowhere near a cat box. so hummmmmmmmmmm '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways&lt;br /&gt;his down stairs neighbor woke my ass up so i crawled out of the bag, put my jeans back on and went in to the living room, pulled my friend off the couch to get him up and then walked to thehead to take a leak... i know nice guy hua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i sat down on the sub woofer and leaned against the wall to try and pull my self together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i noticed that his neighbor had no pants on, just a shirt and underwear, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was like.... why dont you have pants on, and my friend said that happens alot, she just comes up and hangs out, with no pants on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i kinda started to make a deal out of it, just kept on remarking about it, its not like she was that good looking!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally she was like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neighbor "god damn, im wearing undies"&lt;br /&gt;squid "yeah, well you still have no pants"&lt;br /&gt;neighbor "well its the same if i was in a swim suit"&lt;br /&gt;squid "yeah i guess... for get it i will be nice"&lt;br /&gt;neighbor "nice?? what do you mean nice."&lt;br /&gt;squid "for get it, im still drunk, and hungover, and i dont fell like being mean"&lt;br /&gt;neighbor "mean... ok bring it on.. lets see how you can do"&lt;br /&gt;squid "no"&lt;br /&gt;neighbor "come on i wont cry"&lt;br /&gt;pat "haha come on lets see her cry"&lt;br /&gt;Neighbor "i bet he has nothing"&lt;br /&gt;Squid "fine you asked for it"&lt;br /&gt;neighbor "bring it"&lt;br /&gt;squid "its not the fact that you are half naked, its the fact that i can see so much cottage cheese that its making me sick.... pat where are the crackers, i found the dip...."&lt;br /&gt;neighbor"................................."&lt;br /&gt;pat "hahahahahahahahahahahahahah holy shit, i didnt think you still had it in you"&lt;br /&gt;keith "that was bad... hahaha"&lt;br /&gt;neighbor ".............................."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she grabed a blanket and covered up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;told you i could be mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;squid out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-113971841360844357?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/feeds/113971841360844357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12278274&amp;postID=113971841360844357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Yesterday Torso and myself went skiing after work over at Bolton Valley, cuz they have night skiing that doesnt cost an arm and a leg. So we get there around threeish and start cranking. The first run was just a warm up to get the mojo working before we went out to find the hard stuff. Then we realized that we had just done several black diamonds with out even thinking of it!!!! So what do we do we jump back on their new Quad (which may I say is very slow. Whats the point in having a quad if its not high speed?) and headed back up. So what did we do from there??? We hit every glad and stayed in the trees as much as possible to make the cost of 31 bucks worth our going there. We got many a cross look from people as we ducked into the woods or went shooting off the trail to get some freshies in the powder. Well we did this until it was too dark to see and we took a break. We had a few beers, ate some wings, ran into an old class mate who was now our waitress and then headed back out onto the slopes to get some night runs in. Well both of the runs that we did take down we just screamed down. Since we couldnt see well enough to go into the glades we just went as fast as possible down the trails, dodging snowboarders and slower people. Top to the lift line again in a little over two minutes. The we headed back into the bar to hang out with Mommy when she got there, so that she would feel included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well at any rate I gotta go back out and crank on some powder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grunt out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-113966853697350885?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/feeds/113966853697350885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12278274&amp;postID=113966853697350885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/113966853697350885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/113966853697350885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/2006/02/easiest-trail-bv.html' title='Easiest Trail-BV'/><author><name>Grunt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15364267306354543558</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-12278274.post-113962288097433420</id><published>2006-02-10T20:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T20:54:40.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW FORK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/58649821@N00/98090166/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/33/98090166_188effd1e1_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/58649821@N00/98090166/"&gt;Bommer fork&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/58649821@N00/"&gt;snt16&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here is the new girl for the P2, she is so sexy isnt she???? ok stop druling on your keybord, and if you visit i will let you try her out!  both the bike and the fork &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;squid out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOYAA hahahahahah.... so excited&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-113962288097433420?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/feeds/113962288097433420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12278274&amp;postID=113962288097433420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/113962288097433420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/113962288097433420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/2006/02/new-fork.html' title='NEW FORK'/><author><name>Squid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07818389410273420194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/12/16799065_d9cfe0027f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278274.post-113962249173405082</id><published>2006-02-10T20:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T20:48:11.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Safety Gift??</title><content type='html'>Sooooo&lt;br /&gt;good after noon my fello animals of the sea and forest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;squid here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and well.... i am excited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i got my "safety gift" in the mail&lt;br /&gt;and you are asking, what the living fuck is he talking about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well here ya go&lt;br /&gt;story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i work for a company that rewards the workers for being safe!  so this year we passed 2000 days of work with no lost time to injories.... injeries.... sigh  in-jo-es... hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, so noone got hurt, so they told me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;squid.... you can spend this much on anything "TANGABLE" that you want&lt;br /&gt;what does tangable mean, anything that the company could put the logo on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what does that mean for squid?&lt;br /&gt;i could not get a tattoo sponsered by the company.... damn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what did i get &lt;br /&gt;a new front frok for one of the bikes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what did i get&lt;br /&gt;a new Marzocchi All Mountain SL, 130-150 mm travle with lock out&lt;br /&gt;oooohhhh she is so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;anyways, so they got me a gift that i can hurt my self with &lt;br /&gt;cuz what am i going to do with a for than i can beat the piss out of&lt;br /&gt;well im going to try and beat the piss out of it&lt;br /&gt;and that means im going to kick the shit out of my self inthe process&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now the fork is in the controll room, i need to cut the stem, and tomorrow i need to hit the bike shop for a stat nut and a cup retainer, to hold the bearings... &lt;br /&gt;and then im going to start kicking the shit out of my self..... i mean fork &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just wanted to let you know, but i did have something i wanted to post &lt;br /&gt;but i never got around to doing it last night &lt;br /&gt;and now i forgot &lt;br /&gt;and now im pissed at my self&lt;br /&gt;and well.,.... im lame &lt;br /&gt;but anyways&lt;br /&gt;anyone want to go riding in sub zero weather???&lt;br /&gt;there is a race this weekend in NH and well unfortinatly i am working nights so i am going to have to miss it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till next time&lt;br /&gt;booyaa&lt;br /&gt;squid out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-113962249173405082?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/feeds/113962249173405082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12278274&amp;postID=113962249173405082' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/113962249173405082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/113962249173405082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/2006/02/safety-gift.html' title='Safety Gift??'/><author><name>Squid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07818389410273420194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/12/16799065_d9cfe0027f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278274.post-113954474145021876</id><published>2006-02-09T23:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T23:12:21.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>money</title><content type='html'>Gooooooooddddddd morning people&lt;br /&gt;squid here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well&lt;br /&gt;history lesson for ya&lt;br /&gt;i love apple computers and everything they make&lt;br /&gt;i got a power book &lt;br /&gt;i got an i pod&lt;br /&gt;i got the rokr phone with the ipod built in...&lt;br /&gt;and i shop on itunes like its my job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;history lesson over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;story&lt;br /&gt;so i tunes music store created this new thing that looks at your play lists and sugests what you would like to buy next&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well..... it worked and i spend like 20 bucks on music witch i didnt have&lt;br /&gt;now im rocken out to &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barracuda by Heart..... DDDAAAMMMMNNNN STRAIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its really early morning &lt;br /&gt;and my up stiars neighbor is not liking barracuda by heart &lt;br /&gt;and not liking me either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuz im jammin on the air gutar and jumping off my coffie table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats what you get for working swing shift&lt;br /&gt;finishing all the new posts on Moose in the Kitchen&lt;br /&gt;and done fixing the bikes&lt;br /&gt;and having to stay up all night &lt;br /&gt;to sleep all day friday&lt;br /&gt;to be up all night friday night to work....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOOOYAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deee lite.....  Groove is in the heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man my music taste is great&lt;br /&gt;thats why my sister requested me to dj her 30th bday party&lt;br /&gt;hay im free and all i ask for is beer and i let the power book do the music playing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;time to go do something else for 15 min before i get bored &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;squid out&lt;br /&gt;mmmyyyaaaaaa hahahahahhahah im going out of my fucken mind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-113954474145021876?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/feeds/113954474145021876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12278274&amp;postID=113954474145021876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/113954474145021876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/113954474145021876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/2006/02/money.html' title='money'/><author><name>Squid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07818389410273420194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/12/16799065_d9cfe0027f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278274.post-113934523230421472</id><published>2006-02-07T15:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T15:47:12.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So this past weekend was not as i planned it&lt;br /&gt;i had planned to go skiing on friday after work&lt;br /&gt;go to a 25th wedding aniversy of a friend on saturday&lt;br /&gt;and go to a gun show on sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insted I went to maine to watch a friend burry his wife&lt;br /&gt;one of the hardest things i have ever done in my life is say good by to some one i loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it was just as hard to watch a friend say good by to his wife this weekend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-113934523230421472?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/feeds/113934523230421472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12278274&amp;postID=113934523230421472' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/113934523230421472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/113934523230421472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/2006/02/so-this-past-weekend-was-not-as-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Squid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07818389410273420194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/12/16799065_d9cfe0027f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278274.post-113895074198350527</id><published>2006-02-03T02:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T02:12:22.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Squid All Sumed Up</title><content type='html'>Engineer Characteristics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understanding Engineers - Take One - Two engineering students were crossing the campus when one said, "Where did you get such a great bike?" The second engineer replied, "Well, I was walking along yesterday minding my own business when a beautiful woman rode up on this bike. She threw the bike to the ground, took off all her clothes and said, "Take what you want." The first engineer nodded approvingly, "Good choice; the clothes probably wouldn't have fit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understanding Engineers - Take Two -  To the optimist, the glass is half full. To the pessimist, the glass is half empty. To the engineer, the glass is twice as big as it needs to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understanding Engineers - Take Three -  A pastor, a doctor and an engineer were waiting one morning for a particularly slow group of golfers. The engineer fumed, "What's with these guys? We must have been waiting for 15 minutes!" The doctor chimed in, "I don't know, but I've never seen such ineptitude!" The pastor said, "Hey, here comes the greens keeper. Let's have a word with him." "Hi George! Say, what's with that group ahead of us? They're rather slow, aren't they?" The greens keeper replied, "Oh, yes, that's a group of blind firefighters. They lost their sight saving our clubhouse from a fire last year, so we always let them play for free anytime." The group was silent for a moment. The pastor said, "That's so sad. I think I will say a special prayer for them tonight." The doctor said, "Good idea. And I'm going to contact my ophthalmologist buddy and see if there's anything he can do for them." The engineer said, "Why can't these guys play at night?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understanding Engineers - Take Four -  What is the difference between Mechanical Engineers and Civil Engineers? Mechanical Engineers build weapons and Civil Engineers build targets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understanding Engineers - Take Five -  The graduate with a Science degree asks, "Why does it work?" The graduate with an Engineering degree asks, "How does it work?" The graduate with an Accounting degree asks, "How much will it cost?" The graduate with an Arts degree asks, "Do you want fries with that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understanding Engineers - Take Six -  Three engineering students were gathered together discussing the possible designers of the human body. One said, "It was a mechanical engineer. Just look at all the joints." Another said, "No, it was an electrical engineer. The nervous system has many thousands of electrical connections." The last one said, "Actually it was a civil engineer. Who else would run a toxic waste pipeline through a recreational area?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understanding Engineers - Take Seven -  "Normal people believe that if it ain't broke, don't fix it." Engineers believe that "if it ain't broke, it doesn't have enough features yet"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understanding Engineers - Take Eight -  An architect, an artist and an engineer were discussing whether it was better to spend time with the wife or a mistress. The architect said he enjoyed time with his wife, building a solid foundation for an enduring relationship. The artist said he enjoyed time with his mistress, because of the passion and mystery he found there. The engineer said, "I like both." "Both?" "Yeah. If you have a wife and a mistress, they will each assume you are spending time with the other woman, and you can go to the lab and get some work done."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understanding Engineers - Take Nine -  An engineer was crossing a road one-day when a frog called out to him and said, "If you kiss me, I'll turn into a beautiful princess." He bent over, picked up the frog and put it in his pocket. The frog spoke up again and said, "If you kiss me and turn me back into a beautiful princess, I will stay with you for one week." The engineer took the frog out of his pocket, smiled at it and returned it to the pocket. The frog then cried out, "If you kiss me and turn me back into a princess, I'll stay with you and do ANYTHING you want." Again the engineer took the frog out, smiled at it and put it back into his pocket. Finally, the frog asked, "What is the matter? I've told you I'm a beautiful princess, and that I'll stay with you for a week and do anything you want. Why won't you kiss me?" The engineer said, "Look, I'm an engineer. I  don't have time for a girlfriend, but a talking frog, now that's cool."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOYAA&lt;br /&gt;squid out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-113895074198350527?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/feeds/113895074198350527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12278274&amp;postID=113895074198350527' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/113895074198350527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/113895074198350527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/2006/02/meet-squid-all-sumed-up.html' title='Meet Squid All Sumed Up'/><author><name>Squid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07818389410273420194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/12/16799065_d9cfe0027f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278274.post-113876505179912274</id><published>2006-01-31T22:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T22:37:31.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Waist</title><content type='html'>Anyway&lt;br /&gt;hello all&lt;br /&gt;squid here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well you must have read that grunt and i climbed mount mansfield and skied down stow, that was a great time, i really want to go do it again like soon.  maybe closer to my house.... (hint hint, im tried of driving/traveling)  hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, so part of this trip, the frist 4 hours was trecking through the woods of mansfield, which was spactacular, i loved it, just walken and shit, it was tough (not hard) but rewarding. i had a wonderful time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was one part though that was a little fustrating&lt;br /&gt;but some more background on this subject&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now to treck though the woods on a cold clear day in late january (it was 35 out)&lt;br /&gt;you need to be prepaired, so i had my nice mountainering boots on (montrail) my gaters, snow pants, pollypro, a shell (jacket) nice thin neck gator and a hat, of course some gloves.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if we where climbing in just that it would have been easy.... but nope we also both had a pack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my pack i had my ski boots, thermous with hot water in it, sleeping bag (just in case) space blanket (just in case) crampons (whitch came out and went on the boots) and some other small stuff.  on the out side, i had my ski pols and skis and my mountainering ax, which made my pack kinda tall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so with that on hiking though the woods became ultra fun,  you had to make sure you could bob and weave though the low branches of the trees, which if you didnt you hooked one and they either knocked you on your ass or came back and wiped who was behind you or some how wiped your head which sucked.  but thats not the best part people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;added weight and deep snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at one point when i was breaking trail i broke though the crust up to my waist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;squid "aahh fuck.... god damn it..."&lt;br /&gt;grunt "haha, need help out"&lt;br /&gt;squid "naw i got it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i tried to get out, but my other foot went down though the crust, and i was fully up to my waist trying to climb out, every attemt made a other hole waist deep in snow, i sucesfully made a channel 10 feet long in waist deep snow.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at that point this is what happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;squid "god damn it... fuck... aahhh crap.... fuck'''' uuuuuuggggggggg... carp"&lt;br /&gt;grunt "ok let me break trail, when i told you to break trail i didnt mean to BREAK TRAIL"&lt;br /&gt;squid "hufhufhufhuf... fine you go"&lt;br /&gt;grunt "lets hit that hard pack up there"&lt;br /&gt;squid "what ever... hufhufhuf"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thats when we got off the trail i think and kinda got lost.... not really lost just off the trail by 2km.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any ways dont see this as me complaining, i really had a good time here... there&lt;br /&gt;and i want to go again this weekend, but closer to home.&lt;br /&gt;going to hit the woods around home&lt;br /&gt;then maybe to go burke&lt;br /&gt;anyways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later people&lt;br /&gt;booyaa&lt;br /&gt;squid out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-113876505179912274?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/feeds/113876505179912274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12278274&amp;postID=113876505179912274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/113876505179912274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/113876505179912274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-waist.html' title='What a Waist'/><author><name>Squid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07818389410273420194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/12/16799065_d9cfe0027f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278274.post-113873029943980217</id><published>2006-01-31T12:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T12:58:19.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sir...?</title><content type='html'>So good afternoon&lt;br /&gt;this would have been a morning post but...... josie had an appointment with her hair stylest&lt;br /&gt;so i was at gilmore ford with josie in the shop&lt;br /&gt;and i was drooling over the ford Gt that was just sitting in the show room&lt;br /&gt;man i love that car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways this is what happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sir.... sir.... could you stop drooling on the car&lt;br /&gt;eeeehhhhh buwwaaaaaaa &lt;br /&gt;sir.... sir im talking to you&lt;br /&gt;bbuuuwwwww&lt;br /&gt;sir sir.... SIR.... is that a spiderman bandade on your finger&lt;br /&gt;yeahso......&lt;br /&gt;arnt you to old for that&lt;br /&gt;dont you need to be on the tredmill&lt;br /&gt;im going to have to ask you to wait in the waiting room for your truck&lt;br /&gt;her name is josie&lt;br /&gt;well im going to have to ask you to wate over there, we have to re wax the gt thanks to you&lt;br /&gt;well fine then&lt;br /&gt;i will be back tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;not if we can help it&lt;br /&gt;ha.... cort orders smort orders i will be here, make sure she gets three coats of wax!!!&lt;br /&gt;what ever sir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i went to the waiting room&lt;br /&gt;josie is all better&lt;br /&gt;and im home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;booyaa&lt;br /&gt;squid out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-113873029943980217?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://static.flickr.com/12/16799065_d9cfe0027f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278274.post-113867696140054538</id><published>2006-01-30T21:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T22:09:21.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Late'est and Great'est</title><content type='html'>sooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;boooyaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;squid here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the latest and greatest adventure of squid and grunt has passed this weekend,&lt;br /&gt;yes we did something totally amaizing&lt;br /&gt;totaly unnessary&lt;br /&gt;and totally not too normal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what did we do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welllll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we hiked up mount mansfield and then skied down stow, that was cool it was a great time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what does this involve you ask....... well im going to tell you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frist you wake up really early, and put your pack with you ski's attached to them in the truck&lt;br /&gt;get dressed in your snow suit and put your hiking boots on&lt;br /&gt;drive to the trail head&lt;br /&gt;hike for 4 hours&lt;br /&gt;through the woods and waste deep snow at times with out snow shoes&lt;br /&gt;(note to self, bring them next time)&lt;br /&gt;bob and weave the trees or hook a branch and knock your self on your ass, more than once&lt;br /&gt;get lost off the trail&lt;br /&gt;(the markers on the trees where in white, snow is white, so we got lost)&lt;br /&gt;come out on a ski trail&lt;br /&gt;start hiking up the ski trail&lt;br /&gt;get stared at by everyone rocketing by you as you slowly walk up&lt;br /&gt;stop almost at the top and cook some snow to make water&lt;br /&gt;and drink the nasty brew&lt;br /&gt;that had, hair, and blue stuff and BBAARRKK (hahahahhahahaha inside joke) in it and then strap on your ski's and ski down&lt;br /&gt;with a heavy back back with an ice ax on it that could impale you or some one you crash in to &lt;br /&gt;also my trecking pole was well not so nicely straped on either&lt;br /&gt;so that could have killed some one too&lt;br /&gt;but all i did was fall twice&lt;br /&gt;yeah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when you get to the bottom of the hill, hoof your crap back to the truck &lt;br /&gt;drive home and on the way home &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;play rob zombie really really loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah usually my subs make people sick to their stomach&lt;br /&gt;i have two 10 inch subs in the truck&lt;br /&gt;behind the seets&lt;br /&gt;and guess what&lt;br /&gt;grunt fell asleep&lt;br /&gt;i was jerking the truck around and turning up the music and the fucker still slept&lt;br /&gt;god damn it, i was jellious&lt;br /&gt;anyways&lt;br /&gt;(your diving next time ass)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then you get home&lt;br /&gt;and go take a shower and fall asleep cuz you  are cold and in pain&lt;br /&gt;but what did we do&lt;br /&gt;shower, go out to eat and go to the movies&lt;br /&gt;and grunt fell asleep in the movies too&lt;br /&gt;i stayed up till 1130 that night&lt;br /&gt;but anyways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats what you do &lt;br /&gt;thats what we did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one guy asked us how many runs we where going to do today&lt;br /&gt;and i responded &lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;grunt responded not as nicely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when some little kid was staring at me&lt;br /&gt;i said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i have a dick growing out of my fore head, now stop staring its rude&lt;br /&gt;and he skied away crying i think &lt;br /&gt;i get pissy when im tried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways&lt;br /&gt;good day and good night everyone&lt;br /&gt;i think im going to do that again soon it was fun&lt;br /&gt;and a reall feeling like i actually did something&lt;br /&gt;good night &lt;br /&gt;squid you&lt;br /&gt;november seys hi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/12/16799065_d9cfe0027f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278274.post-113824041637553802</id><published>2006-01-25T20:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T20:53:36.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>tom or jerry?</title><content type='html'>short round "what ya watching?"&lt;br /&gt;grunt "tom and jerry"&lt;br /&gt;squid "yep"&lt;br /&gt;Short round "so are you more of a tom or a jerry"&lt;br /&gt;Grunt "more of a jerry, always keniving, thinken"&lt;br /&gt;squid "more of a tom..."&lt;br /&gt;short round "why is that"&lt;br /&gt;squid "cuz im always getten the shit kicked out of me"&lt;br /&gt;short round "true"&lt;br /&gt;grunt "true"&lt;br /&gt;squid "ok next one, i dont like this one"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a night after two days of skiing&lt;br /&gt;i bought a tom and jerry greatest dvd.... why cuz tom and jerry are the best, and they are my fave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. if any one wants to sponser a tattoo i will get one of tom,  but i wont pay for that hahahhahahaha&lt;br /&gt;min is 75 bucks, thats the hourly rate of my artist, and i will post the pic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;squid out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-113824041637553802?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/feeds/113824041637553802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12278274&amp;postID=113824041637553802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/113824041637553802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do a good thing! and then go see her dive in the lake champlain and freez her ass off, hahahahahaha sucker&lt;br /&gt;good luck sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Squid out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-113813998501872295?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/feeds/113813998501872295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12278274&amp;postID=113813998501872295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/113813998501872295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/113813998501872295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/2006/01/do-something-good.html' title='Do Something Good'/><author><name>Squid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07818389410273420194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/12/16799065_d9cfe0027f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278274.post-113813956841853808</id><published>2006-01-24T16:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T16:52:48.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>bored? no we are retarted</title><content type='html'>so boooooyaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;squid is back&lt;br /&gt;i passed my test, and i am back&lt;br /&gt;so i was in b town for a week taking a class for work and in the end with out studying i passed with a 42 out of 50.  booyaa motherfucker&lt;br /&gt;anyways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after my class i went skiing With grunt, torso and mommy and her partents and a two friends&lt;br /&gt;it was good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but thats not the story, or the full story, i will write later&lt;br /&gt;so anyways sunday grunt and i went to loon to go skiing, and on the way he was hungry so we stopped at the fastfood crap fest to get a fat pill.... a McSandwitch of some sort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, sitting there we got our drinks at the drive though, and just sitting there we tare the end of the paper off the straw face each other and prepair to do battle by blowing the wrappers at each other, but insted grunt said&lt;br /&gt;"i dare you to blow that through the open dive though window"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now any normal person would be like "no thats retarted"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but he said " I DARE" so what do i do&lt;br /&gt;turn around and blew that fucker right in there&lt;br /&gt;and not only was i on target, but i had the great idea of trying to get it as far as i could get that tiny piece of paper as far as it could go, and vroom it was off and about 15 feet later and half way across the mcdonalds it landed behind the counter, and noone noticed but the histarical laughing squid and grunt in the truck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so do not say i dare unless you really want to see what happens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;squid out&lt;br /&gt;boooyaaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-113813956841853808?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/feeds/113813956841853808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12278274&amp;postID=113813956841853808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/113813956841853808'/><link rel='self' 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src="http://static.flickr.com/40/86924748_98d8c2b702_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/58649821@N00/86924748/"&gt;Not November&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/58649821@N00/"&gt;snt16&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;MMUUUUaaaaa ahhahahahahahahahahaha aaahhh ahahahahahhhaaaaahhhhh.... snif snif (wipe eyes) aaahhh ahahhahahahahahahhahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh god every time i look at this pic it makes me crack up,&lt;br /&gt;squid here, no this is not november but it looks like him, just like how that person put the hat on the car ahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways boooyaaa and chat later&lt;br /&gt;squid out&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-113734639530242833?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/feeds/113734639530242833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12278274&amp;postID=113734639530242833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/113734639530242833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/113734639530242833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/2006/01/not-november.html' title='Not November'/><author><name>Squid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07818389410273420194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/12/16799065_d9cfe0027f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278274.post-113725915507304749</id><published>2006-01-14T12:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T12:19:15.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>stained clothing</title><content type='html'>yep hello people&lt;br /&gt;squid here &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;booyaa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, so well here is a little insite to my life... which you really dont care but if you are reading, then you care enough to read, or you are that bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, my clothing, what i wear, i dont usually run around naked, but... nope never been known to do that, maybe walk around and go get the mail with just my boxers on but never in the buff!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, 99% of my clothing has either a stain or a rip in it or both.... why is this important you ask, well it just makes it me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my idea of clithing is that it is really not that important, i mean i do have some nice cloths that i wear to nice occations, but 99% of the time i am a jeans and tshirt guy, why, cuz i like tshirts and jeans, and i dont care if i ruin them cuz my outfit that i wear everyday cost lest than 20 bucks.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for example last night i got home from work, showered and put on a new pair of jeans i bought a couple weeks ago.  why new jeans and not the old ripped stained ones... well it is because the two pairs that i usually wear where both soaking wet from 2 days of playing 2.5 hours of ultiamte in the snow.  so new jeans it was.  and what did i do in my new jeans.  while watching a movie i changed two mountain bike tired of the gary fisher (which i havent named yet) and what does thatintail&lt;br /&gt;getting dirty&lt;br /&gt;and guess what, i got break goop all over my pants, and guess what i dont care&lt;br /&gt;so now they are squid jeans&lt;br /&gt;cuz they are stained, and most likely going to be ripped some how soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now that i realized that i do not have a name for the fisher i need to decide on the name.  here are my other bikes and thier names&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1997 Iron Horse, G-Out.               Named "The Horse"&lt;br /&gt;2005 Specailized P2.                  Named "The Steed"&lt;br /&gt;19?? Giant Boulder single speed.      Named "Ghetto Cog"&lt;br /&gt;198? Appolo Costom Sport.             Named "Appolo"&lt;br /&gt;2000 Gary Fisher Marlin (Team frame). Named... Post your ideas, best one gets a prize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;squid out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-113725915507304749?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/feeds/113725915507304749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12278274&amp;postID=113725915507304749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/113725915507304749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/113725915507304749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/2006/01/stained-clothing.html' title='stained clothing'/><author><name>Squid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07818389410273420194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/12/16799065_d9cfe0027f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278274.post-113718733130673480</id><published>2006-01-13T16:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T16:22:11.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>snow devils</title><content type='html'>ok good afternoon all &lt;br /&gt;squid here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now on my third day skiing grunt and my buddy make me ski a black dimond, which i might add i didnot fall on, &lt;br /&gt;anyways the snow was great &lt;br /&gt;sticky and soft&lt;br /&gt;made for great skiing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but one thing i am super parinoid about is people behind me, i dont know why but i am, and looking over my sholder skiing is not something i can do very well yet.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so skiing in this wet snow the wash out travles more after hard carvs.  well that makes a swooshing sound that sounds like some one is behind you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk about me being super parinoid! aaaahhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, what ever that is retarted &lt;br /&gt;so now i call wash out&lt;br /&gt;snow devils that are terrorising me!&lt;br /&gt;fuckers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;squid out&lt;br /&gt;booyaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-113718733130673480?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/feeds/113718733130673480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12278274&amp;postID=113718733130673480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/113718733130673480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/113718733130673480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/2006/01/snow-devils.html' title='snow devils'/><author><name>Squid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07818389410273420194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/12/16799065_d9cfe0027f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278274.post-113704496676929756</id><published>2006-01-12T00:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T00:49:26.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>24 or more</title><content type='html'>So hi there&lt;br /&gt;squid here &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so with our jobs some times it is required for grunt and i to be up more than 18 hours at a wack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of the time it is 24 or more&lt;br /&gt;and most people aske "How do you do that..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well from a 8 legged freek&lt;br /&gt;here is your answer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first 8 hours regular work day&lt;br /&gt;hours 8 through 12, usually are ok&lt;br /&gt;hours 12 through 18 getting trired but shugged it off&lt;br /&gt;hours 18 through 22 weird fase, things seem different but you know they are not&lt;br /&gt;your vision starts to play tricks on you&lt;br /&gt;hyper sensitive to sounds, you feel like a cat&lt;br /&gt;hours 22 through 24 some sort of energy comes and you get really excited &lt;br /&gt;hours 24 through 26 no pain game, you dont care about anything any more and if pushed the wrong way you become a very moody person&lt;br /&gt;hours 26 through what ever, you end up in a mode, you are not away but not asleep you can do most functions but remembering them is hard, you can not recall what you did a day ago or a year ago, everything starts to shut down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 36 hours you need lots of eye drops&lt;br /&gt;hour 48 you need to stop&lt;br /&gt;hour 50 never passed &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some nice body notes you might find funny&lt;br /&gt;bathroom breaks after 24 are more freequent, one you start more just comes... dont know whre it comes from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have hunger bits where you could eat a horse, but most of the time you are not hungry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right before you eat you feel super sick to your stomach&lt;br /&gt;you could drink 8 red bulls and still sleep after 28 hours (well i can)&lt;br /&gt;you get the shakes&lt;br /&gt;you get lots of ideas, like on what to do and buy &lt;br /&gt;standing just becomes standing, you end up craving to stand some times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well thats all i can think of right now&lt;br /&gt;im on hour... um 19 right now, i will be up for 26 hours before i get home again &lt;br /&gt;two days ago i did it 26 or 27 hours, commen accurance with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"sleep is for panzies" grunt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;squid out, bathroom break&lt;br /&gt;booyaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-113704496676929756?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/feeds/113704496676929756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12278274&amp;postID=113704496676929756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/113704496676929756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/113704496676929756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/2006/01/24-or-more.html' title='24 or more'/><author><name>Squid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07818389410273420194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/12/16799065_d9cfe0027f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278274.post-113703029571959859</id><published>2006-01-11T20:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T20:44:55.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And that smell would be?</title><content type='html'>Good morning all&lt;br /&gt;squid here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last couple days here have been very interesting so here i am to tell you about my life... again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sit back, relax, hit that bathroom real quick cuz its going to take a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is ADVENTURES WITH SUIZY ROTTEN CROTCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, so yesterday i got off shift in the am, worked nights, and i stayed up, short round and i went to b-fast and i actually got there intime for lunch which was nice for me.  before that i put flat bars on the ghetto cog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we ate, then went to do erons, and then we went and i tought her how to shoot the p22 and the savage.  that was a good time, then we came home and i milled aournd for an hour, rode the ghetto cog to untimate pratice, which i did for 2 hours in the snow, it was great. then i rode home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got a call from my buddy at work&lt;br /&gt;you want to go skiing tomorrow... and i said yes&lt;br /&gt;so then i call grunt, you want to go skiing tomorrow... and he said yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went to bed and grunt went to work&lt;br /&gt;i was up 26 hours and he was going to be up the same the next day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up this morning at 0600 and rolled over, got out of bed called my buddy he picked me up at 0730 and we went to the mountain&lt;br /&gt;it was great&lt;br /&gt;only fell 3 times, nothing major, did a black dimond which was cool, grunt and buddy tricked me into it, but its ok, grunt knows when to push me and when not to, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;little side note, he fell.... had to put that in &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, (not his fault)  so moven on.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to the bottom of the mountain and stopped, got a phone call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you work tongiht... fine (phone call from work)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here i am now going to do a nother 26 hour day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well thats life i guess&lt;br /&gt;play hard and go to work to recover!!! new line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope you all are safe sound and having fun&lt;br /&gt;and remember &lt;br /&gt;fuck it&lt;br /&gt;just have fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;squid out&lt;br /&gt;boooyaaaa mother fuckers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-113703029571959859?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/feeds/113703029571959859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12278274&amp;postID=113703029571959859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/113703029571959859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/113703029571959859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/2006/01/and-that-smell-would-be.html' title='And that smell would be?'/><author><name>Squid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07818389410273420194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/12/16799065_d9cfe0027f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278274.post-113685837353698953</id><published>2006-01-09T20:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T20:59:33.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>yes i have my shots</title><content type='html'>so hi there &lt;br /&gt;squid here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;booyaa&lt;br /&gt;anyways&lt;br /&gt;just thinken to my self here, yes i know....&lt;br /&gt;anyways&lt;br /&gt;sigh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moven on, so anyways, i was thinken, about a story, &lt;br /&gt;when i go out for a trip, i usually have a back pack or a currier bag, and on or in these bags are usually some interesting things, like in my work bag i have a small stuffed monkey... why cus it symbolized the monkey on my back (meaning work) and on my riding pack i have two lighs, why... cuz i dont want to get hit by a car when riding at night,&lt;br /&gt;and on my hiking/skiing pack (nick named, "suezy rotten crotch") i have a rabies tag... why... well here is the story&lt;br /&gt;so november had a vet visit, he got his shots and i got a tag for him to put on his coller.  well when he wore a coller it was a nice small one with a november tag on it, and then he decided he didnt like it soooo it came off.  now i didnt put the rabies tag on it because it was huge and made him look funny with two tags one the size of almost a half dollor on a kitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what did i to, i attached it to a loop on my suezy (backpack)&lt;br /&gt;and now when ever i go hiking or skiing i get asked "you have a rabies tag?"&lt;br /&gt;and my answer is "yes this proves that i got my shots!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but to further this, yes i have my shots, having to travle alot grunt and i have had shots that most people have never had&lt;br /&gt;i have been around the world twice and i think grunt has too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here is a short list of what we have &lt;br /&gt;typhoid&lt;br /&gt;hep a and b (cant get a shot for c) or is it b what ever&lt;br /&gt;pox&lt;br /&gt;small pox&lt;br /&gt;maleria&lt;br /&gt;anthrax (yes it does exsist)&lt;br /&gt;and countless others, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for example, when i went to belize (i know lucky me), my family and i had to go get shots, i got a call from the sister one night in a panic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"squid squid, you must go to the doctor like tomorrow, you dont have all your shots, cuz i dont, and if you dont go you cant go to the island"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my answer to her "i have more shots than i need im not worried"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sister "well check anyways"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me "ok"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a week later i went to the doc and told her where im going and to look over my shot card for me, and she came back with &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"wow, i would worry about you if you where going to the amazon and having sex with all the locals... you have enough shots to last you 20 years, if a wild bore with gonaherpasilfaids bit you, you could turn around and kill it, eat it and you would be ok...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so thats that, yes i have a rabies tag, yes i have my shots&lt;br /&gt;ladies im safe.... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;squid out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-113685837353698953?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/feeds/113685837353698953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12278274&amp;postID=113685837353698953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/113685837353698953'/><link 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yahoo a add for a new tv show "rollergirls"  so i was like hum... this proves why not having tv save my brain for the hard hits i take riden.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i did download a clip from the show, and in the end i was totaly discusted with what i watched, i wish i got that 10 min and 30 seconds back.  i could have picked my nose and had something better come of it than watching this sad clip of retarted women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before you go off on me and tell me that i am sexist and a horrable person, i already know i am horrable, but not sexest.  I think women can do almost everything a man can do.  They just can't write their name in the snow like we can....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways moven on... i am not sexest, i would say this about men who are doing this too, &lt;br /&gt;so rollerderby, what the god damn fuck is this, who calls this entertainment? well i guess A&amp;E think it was a good idea to make the show, but looking at it, it is another over glorified version of WWF,&lt;br /&gt;watching the clip i saw these girls talking big, going to work and at night going to roller derby and kicking the shit out of each other on the track.... well not really kicking the shit out of each other but beating each other for no real good reason other than trying to call this a sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They called them selves "Hard Core"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now for all the girls that think they are "Hard Core"  &lt;br /&gt;This is for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not proclaim my self "Hard Core" or nothing close too, but for all the "Hard Core" girls and boys out there, i envite you to come and vist me for a week, i will let you sleep at the house and you will have to fallow me all week and mimic me in everything i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this is what will happen, wake up ride, work, ride, drink, sleep a couple hours and do it all again, usually there will be hours of driving to get to places, and there is some diving involved and maybe some climbing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What grunt and i call a good week, is when we are done there us usually a visit to the ER or close too it, broken bikes, cuts scrapes and only 6 to 8 hours of sleep for the whole week.  now all you youngins out there that think they are hard core just cuz you roller derby once a week.  lets see you fly wing man with me.  ready???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah go home panzy&lt;br /&gt;fucken roller derby chicks.... good luck in the real world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only girls that i consider hard core are the ones that put up with me and my close freinds, marines army or navy chicks, more of the army and marines, engineer chicks, Er nurses, biking down hill chicks or all mountain chicks (no XC babbies), any girls that can score a 300 or better at shooting, girls that know how to change a gas tank of a car or truck, girls that are willing to try anything so they are not left out, girls that drink beer cuz the girly drinks wont get you drunk and last but not least, a girl that can go shot for shot with me and then drink me under the table and beat me at pool or darts (havent found anyone to match me at drunken darts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soooo.... roller derby chicks, want to come out and play, or are you going to strap on your skates and go round and round in circles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats what i thought... go home&lt;br /&gt;squid out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-113671275336731700?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/feeds/113671275336731700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12278274&amp;postID=113671275336731700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/113671275336731700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/113671275336731700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/2006/01/fake-girls.html' title='Fake Girls'/><author><name>Squid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07818389410273420194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/12/16799065_d9cfe0027f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278274.post-113662050871421130</id><published>2006-01-07T02:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T05:22:48.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Birds and the Bees</title><content type='html'>Hi all&lt;br /&gt;squid here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i am working nights and sitting here at the board i actually realized something.  &lt;br /&gt;Well this took almost all night to realize here, but here we go&lt;br /&gt;so driving around in the company truck tonight around the plant i was realizing how mild this winter is so far.  And how i really cant wait for spring&lt;br /&gt;the warm weather, the baby deer running around the plant and the sun setting later and rising eariler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now as i keep thinking of this my engineer half of my brain kicks in and this is how the twist turns out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so spring come.&lt;br /&gt;love is in the air&lt;br /&gt;baby animals come running out to play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;question, where do these baby animals come from?&lt;br /&gt;answer, momma and poppa animals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;question, why do all the babies come out at spring time&lt;br /&gt;answer, since it is cold out everything with the right frame of mind is trying to keep out of the cold, and what better way to keep warm than fuck like rabbits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that answered that question, only took about 5 hour of realization, but i am proud of my self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but to put this in prospective,&lt;br /&gt;torso and mommy are due some time this spring with a little one, cold season what do humans want to do.....?&lt;br /&gt;grunt came home to wify, so hum... wondering how they keep warm&lt;br /&gt;the sister has grace..... leave that where it is..... (shiver)&lt;br /&gt;and that is about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what am i going to have comming out of this winter...&lt;br /&gt;new ski's maybe, &lt;br /&gt;a new cell phone &lt;br /&gt;and a ghetto cog&lt;br /&gt;.....yep....&lt;br /&gt;and yet i sleep with a big black furry pussy.... yeah its just november&lt;br /&gt;glad he got his nuts cut off, or he might think spring is comming soon and he is behind the clock, &lt;br /&gt;now all he thinks of is food and sleep&lt;br /&gt;sounds like some one i know.... no it is not you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any ways thought i would share my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;squid out&lt;br /&gt;booyaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-113662050871421130?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/feeds/113662050871421130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12278274&amp;postID=113662050871421130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/113662050871421130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/113662050871421130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/2006/01/birds-and-bees.html' title='The Birds and the Bees'/><author><name>Squid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07818389410273420194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/12/16799065_d9cfe0027f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278274.post-113657489425868260</id><published>2006-01-06T14:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T14:14:54.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Going back to work</title><content type='html'>Hey every one,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here it is about three weeks since I came home from my deployment to the middle east and my leave time is over with. Today I start back at the Army Mountain Warfare School again. There are some feelings of happiness and of sarrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to get back to the school and to what I know. I missd the whole affair durring my deployment. The people at the school know me and what I am capable of, and there fore they respect me or atleast I hope they do. When I was there before it was like we were all one big family. That is something that I didn't really experience on my deployment. But it is a little wierd to wear the old woodland camoflage again and not the desert uniform. And it is definatly wierd not to have to cart around my trusty M16 anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time I realize that the days of my sleeping in are over and that I must once again join the workforce again. No more waking up at 0800 and heading out to Smuggs to go skiing till they close, or hanging out with Squid on the days off. For atleast the next two weeks it also means that I wont see Wifey. Didn't I just go a year with out seeing her??? But hopefully it will only be for the next two weeks.  But I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grunt out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-113657489425868260?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/feeds/113657489425868260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12278274&amp;postID=113657489425868260' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/113657489425868260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/113657489425868260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/2006/01/going-back-to-work.html' title='Going back to work'/><author><name>Grunt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15364267306354543558</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-12278274.post-113620724637013162</id><published>2006-01-02T08:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T08:07:26.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Day In</title><content type='html'>Good morning all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope your morning and new year was great, hope everything went as planed.&lt;br /&gt;Mine you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here is what happened...&lt;br /&gt;I drank...&lt;br /&gt;Did'nt puke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was a good night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, happy new year, have a great day, and I will post more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Booyaa&lt;br /&gt;Squid out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-113620724637013162?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/feeds/113620724637013162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12278274&amp;postID=113620724637013162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/113620724637013162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/113620724637013162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/2006/01/second-day-in.html' title='Second Day In'/><author><name>Squid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07818389410273420194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/12/16799065_d9cfe0027f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278274.post-113566288856161805</id><published>2005-12-27T00:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T00:54:48.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead Riding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/58649821@N00/76086549/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/41/76086549_637f562429_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/58649821@N00/76086549/"&gt;spine&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/58649821@N00/"&gt;snt16&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Though it would post a pic with this&lt;br /&gt;ok so this is me going over the spine, but thats not the story here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this morning i got home from work, the day after christmas, and my parents and sister wanted to fo out to breakfast before they went home, so i said yes, even though i was tired, and just wanted sleep, so short round (roomie) was up and she got ready, as she was doing that i replaced the peddals on the ghetto cog and then found that the BB was not up to par, i found after taking it appart i got to replace it , bummer but ok.  still this is not the story, so at breakfast i said "well, do you guys want to see the vert park?" and i got a yes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so on the way home i stopped, let them in and good ooohh's and AAhhh's and then i hopped on the p2 and started to show them what i could do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at this point i am half dead, balance is off and i am super out of it, i could not track stand and could not keep a straight line.  good time to park ride.... no i dont think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i did, and went over the spine like 3 times, alsmot ditched a couple but in the end i scared my parents and sister so im proud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this pic is kind of old, i was awake when doing it and wearing padds, when i did the spine today, yeah just a helmate and gloves, yeah not a good idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chat later&lt;br /&gt;booyaa&lt;br /&gt;squid out&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-113566288856161805?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/feeds/113566288856161805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12278274&amp;postID=113566288856161805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/113566288856161805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/113566288856161805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/2005/12/dead-riding.html' title='Dead Riding'/><author><name>Squid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07818389410273420194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/12/16799065_d9cfe0027f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278274.post-113557095591821712</id><published>2005-12-25T23:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T23:22:35.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Night Reading</title><content type='html'>Hi all squid here&lt;br /&gt;hope your christmas was good&lt;br /&gt;hope the family didnt piss you off too much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was at work christmas eve night and&lt;br /&gt;i am here again chrismtas night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what am i doing&lt;br /&gt;well now im blogging&lt;br /&gt;what did i do these two nights of work &lt;br /&gt;well it was christmass&lt;br /&gt;so i read some books&lt;br /&gt;played my gameboy &lt;br /&gt;read the three playboys that the other shift left me (which was thoughtfull)&lt;br /&gt;and played around the internet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what i learned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the xbox 360 looks kinda lame&lt;br /&gt;-the ps3 comming out looks kinda good, but has a really ugly look&lt;br /&gt;-the new nintendo revolution looked super different (maybe too different) (im going to get one)&lt;br /&gt;-i like the new ironhorse 7point7 free ride (going to get one)&lt;br /&gt;-i got one surprise at christmass (i just really forgot about the present)&lt;br /&gt;-i think i broke my gameboy&lt;br /&gt;-it is nice to have a roomate back in the house&lt;br /&gt;-november is still afraid of my family but not my friends (smart kitty)&lt;br /&gt;-people dont realize the only reason christmas is is because a guy name JEASUS was born, who cares what he did, but realize it is a religious holiday! (retarted people)&lt;br /&gt;-im still single &lt;br /&gt;-and finally, i really wish i had this holiday off, i would have rather spent my time with my family chewing my ear off, hurassing me to fix things and put christmas gifts together than spend my nights working all tired and annoyed that i didnt get to see anyone again for the second year in a row!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is something for you &lt;br /&gt;money is not everything&lt;br /&gt;time off is worth more than gold&lt;br /&gt;friends and family are more important than you think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so again &lt;br /&gt;hope you had a good holiday&lt;br /&gt;have a great new year, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;squid out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-113557095591821712?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/feeds/113557095591821712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12278274&amp;postID=113557095591821712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/113557095591821712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/113557095591821712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/2005/12/late-night-reading.html' title='Late Night Reading'/><author><name>Squid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07818389410273420194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/12/16799065_d9cfe0027f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278274.post-113549004707999026</id><published>2005-12-25T00:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T00:56:21.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PC Christmas and stupid people</title><content type='html'>Ok Grunt here,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I too am up looking to shoot good ole Saint Nick right between the looker balls. Not because I am working or anything noble like that. Im more pissed than anything and that is preventing me from sleeping. The top two things on my list though are these, the whole PC Christmas thing and people that are a waste. To me they are connected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so about the Christmas thing. What was I over in the Middle East for and what are my buddies getting blown up and killed for??HUH?! This is my first Christmas home in almost two years and I get bitched out my some tree hugging, left wing, pot smoking, hippie war protester, about my saying, "Have a merry Christmas"! Have these people drained all of the tradition out of our world here in the US? Next thing you know we wont even be able to say "Ladies and Gentlemen", because some one is gonna be offended by the term. And if you are gonna try and tell me that there are more religions than just Christians that have there celebration durring this time of year, thats fine. But make sure you got your facts right cuz Ramadahn was back in October. I know because I got to see an entire country get stupid for a few weeks. So all I gotta say is this, for all you Pc people that dont like christmas......on Christmas morning go step out in front of a plow truck and do opur country a favor. Oh and by the way have a MERRY FREAKING CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the other thing about waste people. I just love these people that I get to interact with here that are too usless to even help themselves when they have the means to help them selves. People that are using those rascal scooters just cuz they are there? You have got to be kidding me. And then there are those people that ask you to get something for them that they put somewhere, and they just dont want to bed down to get it them selves. For the love of GOD! Are we really getting this soft America? I saw a guy with a missing leg, with his one good foot a club foot and a broken arm on a crutch working on my generator back in the Middle East. He has so many problems he shouldnt have to do anything and I see people areound here that are doing stupid stuff cuz they can! All I gotta say is that I havent been home a week yet and from what I have seen, makes me want to repack my bags and go back. At least people there are retards that cant even help them selves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats enough of me sputing off. Have a GREAT CHRISTMAS!!!! Enjoy it, and just take a second to think of all the soldeirs, marines, sailor and airmen that are far away from home right now, and there is nothing different about there day where they are besides a date and being another day closer to going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grunt out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-113549004707999026?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/feeds/113549004707999026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12278274&amp;postID=113549004707999026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/113549004707999026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/113549004707999026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/2005/12/pc-christmas-and-stupid-people.html' title='PC Christmas and stupid people'/><author><name>Grunt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15364267306354543558</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-12278274.post-113548801589071293</id><published>2005-12-25T00:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T00:20:15.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh.... You Beat Me, I give up</title><content type='html'>Squid here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it is 0014 on the 25 and i am feeling more christmas'ie&lt;br /&gt;so here ha go for all the people out that in blogger land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun is not up yet&lt;br /&gt;but santa is flying over&lt;br /&gt;how do i know&lt;br /&gt;i am one of the few that stays up with him&lt;br /&gt;i dont do it to wait for gifts or to see if he is true&lt;br /&gt;i do it to make power for me and you&lt;br /&gt;so your tree can glow green and blue&lt;br /&gt;your lights will turn on when you get up&lt;br /&gt;to see your friends and family open their gifts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so happy christmas&lt;br /&gt;happy holidays&lt;br /&gt;have a great day&lt;br /&gt;and dont for get to thank &lt;br /&gt;the people that are in the sand box&lt;br /&gt;or that just got back&lt;br /&gt;your local supporters&lt;br /&gt;your engineers&lt;br /&gt;your cops and fire fighters&lt;br /&gt;doctors and nurses&lt;br /&gt;gas pumper and clurks at the mobil&lt;br /&gt;they are working today for you and for me&lt;br /&gt;just to make that when you forgot your milk &lt;br /&gt;you dont need to go with out&lt;br /&gt;and when you need your freedom &lt;br /&gt;to celibrate or not&lt;br /&gt;you still can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you &lt;br /&gt;squid is out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOOOYAAAA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-113548801589071293?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/feeds/113548801589071293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12278274&amp;postID=113548801589071293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/113548801589071293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/113548801589071293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/2005/12/sigh-you-beat-me-i-give-up.html' title='Sigh.... You Beat Me, I give up'/><author><name>Squid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07818389410273420194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/12/16799065_d9cfe0027f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278274.post-113548093996388054</id><published>2005-12-24T22:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T22:22:20.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Wonderfull Christmass Pressent</title><content type='html'>Hi all &lt;br /&gt;just jumped on the web tonight &lt;br /&gt;the eve of christmass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here is one of the only post that i will write about a sport that does not involve me or grunt, and the people who play get payed tooo much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok some information to make this story clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate the redsox&lt;br /&gt;i hate the ny yankees&lt;br /&gt;i love the Angles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate johny damon&lt;br /&gt;for 3 reasons&lt;br /&gt;one the x bitch liked him&lt;br /&gt;two he played for the red sox&lt;br /&gt;three he now plays for the yankees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here is my theory &lt;br /&gt;the redsox are a ragtag bunch of players, the club has no money but had a good team, they got lucky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new york can buy anything so they do, when they loose a chance at the series, they buy the players that made it lasy year.... there ya go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;johny damon is a sell out, reason 4 i hate him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so he was a long haired hippy, and now new york will not tollerate that, so what do they make him do, cut his fagy ass hair&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahah fucker&lt;br /&gt;now he looks like a real retard&lt;br /&gt;clean cut, shaven and a sell out&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha looser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a great christmass present to me&lt;br /&gt;for many reasons&lt;br /&gt;now johny damon can be hated by all newenglaners cuz he is a sell out&lt;br /&gt;i hate him more&lt;br /&gt;i have more respect for the yankees cuz they can mold their players any way they see fit&lt;br /&gt;he lookes more like a looser now than he did with the redsox&lt;br /&gt;and the redsox lost a good player&lt;br /&gt;so they are going to loose again &lt;br /&gt;and again and again and again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here is to sell outs, that cut thier hair for a bigger pay check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS WHY I DONT LIKE TEAM SPORTS&lt;br /&gt;they peer presser you in to doing stupid shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... grunt and i do that to each other, but we dont get payed a mill a year to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so merry christmass&lt;br /&gt;ride hard&lt;br /&gt;dive deep &lt;br /&gt;climb hi&lt;br /&gt;ski fast&lt;br /&gt;hike far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you st nick, i still am going to shoot you when you come down my chimny though, tesspasser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;squid out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-113548093996388054?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/feeds/113548093996388054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12278274&amp;postID=113548093996388054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/113548093996388054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/113548093996388054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/2005/12/wonderfull-christmass-pressent.html' title='A Wonderfull Christmass Pressent'/><author><name>Squid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07818389410273420194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/12/16799065_d9cfe0027f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278274.post-113537496181689585</id><published>2005-12-23T16:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T16:56:02.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring our own food</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/58649821@N00/76686328/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/41/76686328_9c6d33e219_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/58649821@N00/76686328/"&gt;Bring our own food&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/58649821@N00/"&gt;snt16&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;for $13.30 we got two tubs of the red stuff, 5 nuggets a small cup of fries and a coke, also a piece of paper telling us we got ripped off and that we should bring our own food next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grunt thinks that all the food cost us 3 bucks and the the piece of paper cost us 10.30.... knowing how ski mountains work kinda, i think he is right...&lt;br /&gt;still second time skin, i fell only twice, i think thats kinda good, im hooked, see ya on the slopes&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-113537496181689585?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/feeds/113537496181689585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12278274&amp;postID=113537496181689585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/113537496181689585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/113537496181689585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/2005/12/bring-our-own-food.html' title='Bring our own food'/><author><name>Squid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07818389410273420194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/12/16799065_d9cfe0027f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278274.post-113521574640727223</id><published>2005-12-21T20:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T20:42:26.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>look under the snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/58649821@N00/76086554/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/38/76086554_33bc63043f_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/58649821@N00/76086554/"&gt;look under the snow&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/58649821@N00/"&gt;snt16&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So Here is what happens when you climb a snow covered bank in St Johsnbury taking a short cut, luckly i did not rip the jeans, but i think the blood is  going to stain them.... oh well.... still going ski'en tomorrow.... i still want another tattoo&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-113521574640727223?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/feeds/113521574640727223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12278274&amp;postID=113521574640727223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/113521574640727223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/113521574640727223'/><link rel='alternate' 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can be my self again, i dont have to worry about finding some one to do things, phone calls abour 15 min in advance are ok again&lt;br /&gt;drinking alot is going to happen&lt;br /&gt;probobly start smoking again (try not to) (and not pot, im a cloves kind of guy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways this is what went down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ring ring&lt;br /&gt;grunt "im home"&lt;br /&gt;Squid "im at work, i will head out when i get out"&lt;br /&gt;Grunt "ok out"&lt;br /&gt;Squid "out"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get gas, 12 pack of long trail, 6 pack of hit the trail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get to grunts house&lt;br /&gt;drink the 12 pack with torso, order pizza&lt;br /&gt;grunt drinks the 6 pack&lt;br /&gt;eat&lt;br /&gt;smoke a cohiba (spelt wrong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go to bed at torso's house&lt;br /&gt;next day go sking for the first time&lt;br /&gt;Torso the ski instructor teaches me how&lt;br /&gt;takes me to the top of the mountain&lt;br /&gt;said i did good&lt;br /&gt;fell 4 times &lt;br /&gt;SPECTACULAR CRASHES&lt;br /&gt;like sking now&lt;br /&gt;screwed on another sport&lt;br /&gt;came home&lt;br /&gt;went out to eat with cousins&lt;br /&gt;left grunt and wify to have some quality time&lt;br /&gt;went to sisters house and crashed&lt;br /&gt;woke up&lt;br /&gt;went to gun shop&lt;br /&gt;backed in to thier new fence and distroyed it&lt;br /&gt;bout a new 22 pistol to have fun with &lt;br /&gt;cuz thats all it can do, shoot pee's&lt;br /&gt;wouldnt stop a snow flake floading away from me&lt;br /&gt;but its fun to shoot&lt;br /&gt;went shooting&lt;br /&gt;went home&lt;br /&gt;cleaned new gun&lt;br /&gt;went to bed&lt;br /&gt;now at work the next day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOP HIGHLIGHTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 grunt came home&lt;br /&gt;2 did some great crashes&lt;br /&gt;3 i finally have some one who will treat me the way i want to be treated&lt;br /&gt;4 im going to be going climbing, diving and riding and now skiing more&lt;br /&gt;5 i am finally happy again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas still sucks&lt;br /&gt;but i got a gift early i guess, so im happy&lt;br /&gt;Glad your home grunt, see you the 22 proboly the 21 too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Squid out&lt;br /&gt;BOOOOOYAAAAA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-113511574806612116?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/feeds/113511574806612116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12278274&amp;postID=113511574806612116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/113511574806612116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/113511574806612116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/2005/12/still-i-hate-christmas.html' title='Still I Hate Christmas'/><author><name>Squid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07818389410273420194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/12/16799065_d9cfe0027f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278274.post-113485371900111906</id><published>2005-12-17T16:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T16:08:39.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home finally</title><content type='html'>BOOOYAAAA!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so great to be back home in the United States of America! I cant believe how good it is to be in a land where the only thing that blows through the air is snow and not sand! There is a bit of a temperature shock but oh well. I guess I will just have to suck it up and get used to it! There are just so many things that I want to do, but for right now skiing is going to be the first thing. So until the next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grunt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-113485371900111906?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/feeds/113485371900111906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12278274&amp;postID=113485371900111906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/113485371900111906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/113485371900111906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/2005/12/home-finally.html' title='Home finally'/><author><name>Grunt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15364267306354543558</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-12278274.post-113455354724610599</id><published>2005-12-14T04:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T04:45:47.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fucking Holidays</title><content type='html'>Hi all squid here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah no... you know starts with a b....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im more pissed than anything else right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok you all know i work swing shift at a power plant&lt;br /&gt;and you proboly know i am working the 23,24,25,26 of december and i am wokring newyears eve and day as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah i know it sucks and yeah i know its sad and yeah i know i worked it last year too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now it does not bother me at all!  really im ok with it&lt;br /&gt;i will be home alone&lt;br /&gt;or the roomie will be there thats fine&lt;br /&gt;wokring nights, so im going to sleep the day away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what pisses me off is i got a card in the mail today from grandma&lt;br /&gt;and it said&lt;br /&gt;"hope you get to make christmas this year, because you missed it last year"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS GRANDMA, love that gilt trip, and hay, yeah right now, um... i dont want to spend it with all of the "loved ones" who have no time to come visit me, and remeber stuff like my birthday and what i do with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also my parents thought it would be a great idea to come up after spending christmass down with the loved ones, to come up to my place and spend christmas with me at my house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM WORKING FUCKEN NIGHTS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;when i come home i want to sleep&lt;br /&gt;when i come home i dont want to find people there that want to ask how my day went&lt;br /&gt;how work was&lt;br /&gt;and when i want to open gifts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just spent 12 hours working on my feet&lt;br /&gt;i want a shower&lt;br /&gt;i want a bed with a cat in it&lt;br /&gt;i want 11 hours of sleep so i can do it again the next night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to go to breakfast&lt;br /&gt;i dont want questions &lt;br /&gt;i dont want noise when im trying to sleep&lt;br /&gt;i dont want any surprises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont decorate at christmas or anyother holiday except for hollween because i cant get into the sprit because i will get depressed about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so let me enjoy bing screwege!&lt;br /&gt;and just let me be i ask of you all&lt;br /&gt;i dont want pitty&lt;br /&gt;i dont want people&lt;br /&gt;and i really dont want to be bothered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i want is to be left alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hearing my mother and grandmother cry about it makes me more pissed cus i dont feel bad for them.  Truly i use the holidays as an excuse to get drunk, and yes i like it.  the more vodka the better i say, and this is the second year i cant do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im single &lt;br /&gt;I live with a cat&lt;br /&gt;5 bikes &lt;br /&gt;scuba gear&lt;br /&gt;and a roomate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SQUID IS FUCKEN OUT TILL JANUARY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-113455354724610599?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/feeds/113455354724610599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12278274&amp;postID=113455354724610599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/113455354724610599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/113455354724610599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/2005/12/fucking-holidays.html' title='The Fucking Holidays'/><author><name>Squid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07818389410273420194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/12/16799065_d9cfe0027f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278274.post-113440981919440788</id><published>2005-12-12T12:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T12:50:19.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dont slow down</title><content type='html'>Ok hi all&lt;br /&gt;little booyaa for ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;squid here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this is what i figured out lately,&lt;br /&gt;once you slow down&lt;br /&gt;and rest, thats when the pain sets in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night i was riden the park when i missed the top of the ramp and had to ditch&lt;br /&gt;going backwards i landed on my right heal frist from 4 feet&lt;br /&gt;yeah it hurts&lt;br /&gt;and once i went to bed and woke up this mirning&lt;br /&gt;yeah it hurts&lt;br /&gt;so im out&lt;br /&gt;in pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;squid out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-113440981919440788?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/feeds/113440981919440788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12278274&amp;postID=113440981919440788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/113440981919440788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/113440981919440788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/2005/12/dont-slow-down.html' title='Dont slow down'/><author><name>Squid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07818389410273420194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/12/16799065_d9cfe0027f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278274.post-113377166884351498</id><published>2005-12-05T03:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T03:34:28.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Out Casts</title><content type='html'>Hello all&lt;br /&gt;squid here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a little too early in the morning here for a booyaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so im going to reflect on life for a little bit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when growing up&lt;br /&gt;grunt and i where or felt like we where not to fit in, not that we where outcasts or rejects.... but basicaly i say we were different,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean different in a goodway, only becuase we turned out to be better than most people we know, and in better i mean we care more about what we do and how we affect or change the people and area around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when growing up i felt like i never really fit in, i didnt do the things in highschool that most did, i didnt like team sports or really participate in clubs.  I did more mountain biking and scubadiving becuase i could either do these alone or share it with people that cared about the same things i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did how ever participate in the yearbook, which allowed my creativity to flow freely, which was super nice. i really enjoyed that,  alone i drew alot, wrote some and worked on things alot, like my bike or stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grunt i believe was the same way, he was more of an outdoorsy person than i was and still am, but he could be alone if he wanted to or share when he wanted as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we both did try to participate in team sports but in the end we both either got kicked out or decided to quit only becuase we where not the typical "team players"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to win was never the real question, to participate was the major goal, and that is where we were seen to fail, ot atleast that is what i see it as.  where we grew up to fail was never good, people praised us for trying but in the end never supported the effort, they just saw us as failing.  where i saw it as doing something i liked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is where rockclimbing, mountain biking and scuba diving come in here, and just being out in the woods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you never really fail here.  ok so you crash, fall, or get tired.  so what. you where doing something you like and noone could ever take that away from you, and if some one said so they could never prove it because most of the time the where not there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for example, some one told me that diving in the sate of maine was pointless, diving year round was crazy but they never took the time to try it.  so i asked them, when my friend and i found the wisky bottle 45 feet under the water in the dead of january, one that we could date back to the revolutionary war, that was not worth it.  that my friend and i, my sucessor at the school who took up my job when i left.  to teach others the joy in the sport and and joy of friend ship after the tough cold swims we took is not worth it?  that we depended on each other to keep each other safe and alive and took the risk of never comming back becuase the water we swam in was so cold, the current was so swift that at a moments notice we could have been swept in to the atlantic ocean never to be seen agin. it is not worth it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I choose to chlaenge my self in different ways than others, to take on challenges that will in the end make me a better person and when relecting on them i can say, i did that and move on.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where grunt and i where brought up, we didnt leave our names in the mud of sports or academic greatness, which is looked down appon, we left out names in the woods and streets of our town where when we go back we see kids doing the same thing we did.  riding though the woods and fields we did. taken the unwalked path and making it so people could fallow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i ask you, do you know an outcast, some one who keeps kinda to them selves?&lt;br /&gt;some one who does things differently?&lt;br /&gt;why not ask them why they do it&lt;br /&gt;and why not ask them to take you on their next adventure&lt;br /&gt;go to that comic shop&lt;br /&gt;go on that bike ride through the woods thats going to take you 4 to 8 hours&lt;br /&gt;go on that swim in the cold dark place&lt;br /&gt;see what they see&lt;br /&gt;and come back and tell me who the outcast really is&lt;br /&gt;just beacuse we dont openly share our "field goa, and home runs" like a superstar does&lt;br /&gt;doesent mean they are not a spactacular or as great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;squid out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-113377166884351498?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://static.flickr.com/12/16799065_d9cfe0027f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278274.post-113368005231533834</id><published>2005-12-04T02:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T02:07:32.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monkey?... guess so</title><content type='html'>So according to the internet &lt;br /&gt;if i was an animal i would be a little spyder monkey&lt;br /&gt;well....&lt;br /&gt;um.... ok &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this is how i found it out &lt;br /&gt;go here and take the quiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cuteducky.com/cute_animal_quiz.html"&gt;http://www.cuteducky.com/cute_animal_quiz.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was almost a puppy or a poney, that would have been rich! hua...&lt;br /&gt;me... squid a poney&lt;br /&gt;well atleast i am a monkey&lt;br /&gt;thats cool&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, yeah&lt;br /&gt;i like my 8 legs and 2 strikers &lt;br /&gt;but noone knows that.... do they&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok &lt;br /&gt;yeah im not making sense&lt;br /&gt;so what are you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;booyaa&lt;br /&gt;squid out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-113368005231533834?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/feeds/113368005231533834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12278274&amp;postID=113368005231533834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/113368005231533834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/113368005231533834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/2005/12/monkey-guess-so.html' title='Monkey?... guess so'/><author><name>Squid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07818389410273420194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/12/16799065_d9cfe0027f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278274.post-113359103679293780</id><published>2005-12-03T01:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T01:23:56.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boycott The Cat</title><content type='html'>Ok good after noon everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;squid here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;little booyaa for ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here we go, i read comics right!!!!...... right....&lt;br /&gt;and i read alot of comics, cuz they are funny, they have art, they make fun of things, and..... some of the ones i read make me roll on the floor with laughter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up i loved Garfield, i mean loved as in i devowered every garfial book ever printed, i would read and re read and reread again cover to cover, backwords even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i mean it was a GREAT comic till about i feel 8 months ago!  I am sore to say and sorry to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SQUID IS NOW BOYCOTTING THE GARFILED COMIC STRIP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has gone down the tubes, i dont find it funny anymore, insted of a loving cat that is quick witted but still loving, i find that he has turned in to this little furry ornange ass.  i guess thats what happens when you go big time and do a movie! anyways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about a year and half ago i was introduce to Get Fuzzy, which is by far one of more histerical comis i have ever read! i mean i roll every time i read it, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so moving on&lt;br /&gt;read get fuzzy daily&lt;br /&gt;and dont read garield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but actually do what you want, be happy and live life,&lt;br /&gt;im going to boycott garfield untill he turns funny again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but god damn it, get fuzzy make me smile, little does anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except my kitten, sarah, november, getting huge air, or doing a great trick or just down hill riden, or diving or climbing.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but mostly it is.... well lately it is kitten (you know who you are), sarah or november!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my beloved cat november&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;squid out&lt;br /&gt;booyaa&lt;br /&gt;and all that jaz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-113359103679293780?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/feeds/113359103679293780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12278274&amp;postID=113359103679293780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/113359103679293780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/113359103679293780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/2005/12/boycott-cat.html' title='Boycott The Cat'/><author><name>Squid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07818389410273420194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/12/16799065_d9cfe0027f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278274.post-113347445386509300</id><published>2005-12-01T16:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T17:00:55.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You now know my name</title><content type='html'>hi all&lt;br /&gt;well my friend sent me this e-mail&lt;br /&gt;out of the blue, it was more of a thanks for the christmas gifts i sent her&lt;br /&gt;but here ya go&lt;br /&gt;it has my actal name in it and rather than mess up what she wrote &lt;br /&gt;i will let you see my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ode To Bryan-  (basically why he is a cool friend)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ode to the mountain bike guy&lt;br /&gt;Who loves to do crazy tricks all day&lt;br /&gt;Even after the pain hasn't gone away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ode to the adventurous dude&lt;br /&gt;Who takes steps and trails with ease&lt;br /&gt;And always rides in shorts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ode to the repair guy&lt;br /&gt;Who makes awesome mono cogs&lt;br /&gt;And loves to mix and match parts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ode to the engineer guy&lt;br /&gt;Who always has an answer for my odd questions&lt;br /&gt;Who can fix just about anything anywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ode to the good guy&lt;br /&gt;Who always listens when we chat&lt;br /&gt;And has a great story to tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ode to the character guy&lt;br /&gt;Who always knows a loser when he sees one!&lt;br /&gt;This line is the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is why Bryan is the cool guy and he is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I had a moment of poetry!  Sorry if it is a bit silly.  Thanks for the shoes covers.  They are great especially since it poured today on my way to work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks sarah you are the coolest!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;squid out&lt;br /&gt;and here it is for you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like my friends&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-113347445386509300?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/feeds/113347445386509300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12278274&amp;postID=113347445386509300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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yet another day for the virt park&lt;br /&gt;the day before was an all nighter, got there at like 500pm and rode till 1115pm it was a great time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was a bit different!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this is what happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got a call at 410 from my buddy, &lt;br /&gt;hay go to the park, dan wants his bike too so can you bring it??&lt;br /&gt;yeah thats fine, be there in 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i got there and brought his bike that i fixed&lt;br /&gt;started to ride, getten the feel back, but i felt off, just something didnt feel right&lt;br /&gt;so i kept riden and another buddy came&lt;br /&gt;he started riden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i hit the spine and i got some cheers&lt;br /&gt;i hit it again, got some moer cheers, then i got trip a little hop and you mnight get what you want&lt;br /&gt;so i did and booooooom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cleared the top and the bottom of the spine, to transition, man i was lucky to have front shocks, but some rear shocks would have helped too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my legs are the suspension of the rear of my bike and my seat is soooooo low that it is resting on the frame and about an inch or two from the back tire!!!  so when i hit i dropped my ass over the tire and pulled in alittle and my inner thy got cought between my seat and my rear tire,  Stopping me quick and i was going fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooooohhhh how that hurt, so i stopped riden and took a rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i gto back in to the groove and went again, next was the wedge crash where i went tooo hi and turned to come back down, but my turn was too steep and the bars went sideways comming down the wall, about 4 to 5 feet of the ground my bike stopped on the wall i luched forward hit the stem with my chest (which now i have a great broose) then i went over the handle bars and landed on the pavement on my back to watch the bike come right after me!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i got up and every one said &lt;br /&gt;oooooohhhhh you alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep yep yep,,,, oooooohhh that hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my buddy went and transitioned from the spine to the fun box, got too much air, misssed the landing hit, over the handle bars and then face frist on to the pavemnet, he got up howled for a bit stumbled around then flat on his face passed out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we thought he was joaking, it did look that bad of a crash, untill he fell back down&lt;br /&gt;then we went over and he was moven again, and moaning, we sat him up to see a scarped cheek and a bit lip and then he spit up about a table spoon of blood then tried to get up, looken everywhere, he had no clue where he was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we sat him down let him calm down and then he came too&lt;br /&gt;he asked what happened after the cash and then we told him what oyu just read&lt;br /&gt;then he cleaned him self up and went home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is when i decided it was not the night to keep riden it was just not right&lt;br /&gt;so i went hom S curve to it, it is not 100 % fixed but alot better, took me two hours to retrue it but i dont think i can get it any better cuz it is fucked, so i will ride it till it does it again, buy a new rim and re lace it!  i mean it was moven a half an inch one way then the other way, it was bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well squid out,  i will be back at the park tonight to see if i can get the feel back&lt;br /&gt;later squid out&lt;br /&gt;booyaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-113345771087704628?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/feeds/113345771087704628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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After</title><content type='html'>BOOOOOOYAAAAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what up killa....&lt;br /&gt;squid here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so grunt and i never really focused on what happens the day after a crash, or a moajor crash like my endo incident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so im here to shed some light on what happens to us&lt;br /&gt;so this morning i woke up and my hand was hurting cuz thats what hit the concret frist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then as i went to roll out of bed i got a shot of pain up my right side, from where my ribs hit the concret.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no road rash thanks to padds and gloves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but here are some things you can look foward to in crashes with out pads gloves or just some nasty falls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the morning after&lt;br /&gt;still picking gravle or dirt out of a wound&lt;br /&gt;hoping the skin grew back on your finger tips&lt;br /&gt;watching your skin turn these colors&lt;br /&gt;Pink, blue, red, purple, green, black, yellow and a mixture of all of the above&lt;br /&gt;after taking a shower you find you need to trim some skin off&lt;br /&gt;take off old scabs&lt;br /&gt;make new scabs&lt;br /&gt;look at the blood in your bed and wonder if you should go to the hospital&lt;br /&gt;wipe the metal scrapes off your teath&lt;br /&gt;look at the imprint of some bike parts on your body&lt;br /&gt;see if you have any loose ribs&lt;br /&gt;feel arm and leg bones for breaks&lt;br /&gt;look at both hands to see if there is any difference in contore&lt;br /&gt;and finally&lt;br /&gt;look carfuly put on cloths over your wounds and wince everytime you move at work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well remember&lt;br /&gt;boooyaaa&lt;br /&gt;and wear atleast &lt;br /&gt;a helmate and full fingered gloves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;squid out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/12/16799065_d9cfe0027f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278274.post-113297203424748056</id><published>2005-11-25T21:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T21:27:14.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ENDO</title><content type='html'>Hi all squid here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oopps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOOOYAAAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you dont know where that comes from, i sugest you ask...... then you might get some laughs out of it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways &lt;br /&gt;here we are &lt;br /&gt;the title of the post &lt;br /&gt;ENDO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in mountain biker terms that means going over the handle bars&lt;br /&gt;in vert park terms it means riding the front wheel with the rear off the ground for a period of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i am good at both types of endos&lt;br /&gt;tonight after work i was praticing at the vert park down the street&lt;br /&gt;and i was endoing over the "fun box"  &lt;br /&gt;i know it sounds like a bad porn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways i turned a vert park endo in to a mountain biker endo in a slit second&lt;br /&gt;and it hurt&lt;br /&gt;so usually it is not that bad, you can hop the bars and get away, or you crash and hurt something&lt;br /&gt;well this is what happened&lt;br /&gt;i went up the wall ramp and down it got some speed up the ramp of the fun box, at the top about 3 feet off the ground &lt;br /&gt;on the platform part i endoed, and fully across it like 8 feet&lt;br /&gt;then wap the seat hit my ass, &lt;br /&gt;not supose to happen&lt;br /&gt;so at the other end of the box is the down ramp and over i went, i fell 3 feet ontop of the 2 i was already in the air on to my right rist.....&lt;br /&gt;ouch ouch ouch&lt;br /&gt;i sprained my rist again..... yes again &lt;br /&gt;this is like the 8th or 18th time since i started biking that i have sprained my rists&lt;br /&gt;so i rode for a couple more runs but the pain started to get to me&lt;br /&gt;so i stopped rested and took off my pads and now im home&lt;br /&gt;going to take a shower go to bed and hopefully beable to use this hand in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its my right hand...... i use it to...... write.... get your mind out of the gutter....&lt;br /&gt;damn you are sick... one track minded.....&lt;br /&gt;damn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways&lt;br /&gt;booyaa again &lt;br /&gt;and good night &lt;br /&gt;squid out... in pain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-113297203424748056?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/feeds/113297203424748056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>Hi all&lt;br /&gt;squid here&lt;br /&gt;back from a long holiday trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it all started last friday&lt;br /&gt;i woke up on thursday at 1400&lt;br /&gt;went to work at 1800&lt;br /&gt;got out of work on friday at 0645&lt;br /&gt;went home to pack for the wedding i was going to be in &lt;br /&gt;travled 3 hours to portland maine&lt;br /&gt;met up with the groom&lt;br /&gt;got to the hotel&lt;br /&gt;went to the tux place&lt;br /&gt;picked up the tuxes &lt;br /&gt;went to the brides house to see the bride&lt;br /&gt;get some lunch and chat it up a bit&lt;br /&gt;went for a walk with the bride and groom&lt;br /&gt;went back tot he hotel to change into some better cloths&lt;br /&gt;went to the rehursal&lt;br /&gt;went to the rehursal dinner&lt;br /&gt;on the drive back went to the gas station picked up 48 beers&lt;br /&gt;met up with some friends&lt;br /&gt;guided them back to the hotel&lt;br /&gt;drank in the gooms room till 0100 sat morning&lt;br /&gt;so here is the time frame for that day&lt;br /&gt;up on thursday at 1400, to bed at 0100 saturday&lt;br /&gt;the math = 37 hours straight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how did i do that&lt;br /&gt;4 red bulls on the drive t portland&lt;br /&gt;alot of peeing&lt;br /&gt;lots of water to get rehidrated&lt;br /&gt;8 cokes at dinner&lt;br /&gt;and 10 beers before i passed out in my bed at 0100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after that i went to the wedding&lt;br /&gt;im always the best man and never the groom haha&lt;br /&gt;it was great &lt;br /&gt;i got a dive watch for my best man gift which was really cool&lt;br /&gt;then went to the reception&lt;br /&gt;then went to the hotel with my date &lt;br /&gt;and chatted it up with some friends in my room&lt;br /&gt;and then my date fell asleep in my arms&lt;br /&gt;woke up the next day with my date still in my arms&lt;br /&gt;got up&lt;br /&gt;went to lunch with my date and my friends&lt;br /&gt;then parted ways and went home&lt;br /&gt;stopped at walmart and picked up need for speed most wanted&lt;br /&gt;played that till 2230&lt;br /&gt;passed out &lt;br /&gt;got up the next day&lt;br /&gt;went to the virt park&lt;br /&gt;went over the spine for the frist time&lt;br /&gt;crashed hard core&lt;br /&gt;went drinking iwth some new people &lt;br /&gt;got really drunk&lt;br /&gt;went home played more video games drunk&lt;br /&gt;passed out&lt;br /&gt;work up the next day with a hangover&lt;br /&gt;packed to go to the sisters house for thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;got the turkey for work&lt;br /&gt;went to sisters house&lt;br /&gt;drive through a snow storm&lt;br /&gt;met my parents there&lt;br /&gt;they told me how bad it was driving&lt;br /&gt;had to convinse them i drove in it too&lt;br /&gt;went to bed on the couch&lt;br /&gt;woke up went shopping&lt;br /&gt;came home and slept on the couch again &lt;br /&gt;woke up to thanksgiving turkey cooking&lt;br /&gt;ate and went home&lt;br /&gt;got home and played video games till 2230 again &lt;br /&gt;woke up this morning late for work &lt;br /&gt;cleaned off my roomates car&lt;br /&gt;took her car to work &lt;br /&gt;got to work &lt;br /&gt;supervisor has a stick up his ass turned sideways&lt;br /&gt;and here i am taking a break after lunch &lt;br /&gt;and typing this for you&lt;br /&gt;hope you had a good turkey day&lt;br /&gt;hope you had safe travles&lt;br /&gt;and hope you had a good time what ever you where doing&lt;br /&gt;all i want is to go the virt park and pratice again &lt;br /&gt;i find joy in that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOOYAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;squid out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-113294189282371174?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/feeds/113294189282371174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12278274&amp;postID=113294189282371174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/113294189282371174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/113294189282371174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/2005/11/long-holiday.html' title='A Long Holiday'/><author><name>Squid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07818389410273420194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/12/16799065_d9cfe0027f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278274.post-113282824408216391</id><published>2005-11-24T05:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T05:30:44.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Replacments</title><content type='html'>As my younger counterpart says, BOOOOYAAAAA!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a good day in the sand box. Why? You may ask. The answer to this is simple. Our replacment company showed up today. Which means that we are one step closer to going home. Has it rfeally been a year? I guess so. My how time flies when you hate your job and loath every day that you are trapped not in hell, but in purgatory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all packed up and ready to go. Our personal areas a bare bones and we no longer get mail. We are just waiting on our plane outta here. Juat a few more days and I will be back home in Vermont with my wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But until then, take care ya’ll. I’ll see you in "the world".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grunt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-113282824408216391?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/feeds/113282824408216391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12278274&amp;postID=113282824408216391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/113282824408216391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/113282824408216391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/2005/11/replacments.html' title='Replacments'/><author><name>Grunt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15364267306354543558</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-12278274.post-113229913209201722</id><published>2005-11-18T02:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T02:32:12.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ITS FRIDAY</title><content type='html'>BOOOOYYYAAA&lt;br /&gt;its friday&lt;br /&gt;yep..... that it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so here is the line up for me&lt;br /&gt;1 im already up, soo the excitment is gone&lt;br /&gt;2 got to go home and pack for the wedding im in &lt;br /&gt;3 got to finish my best man speach&lt;br /&gt;4 drive my ass 3.5 hours to portland maine&lt;br /&gt;5 pass out in the hotell till the goom gets my ass up&lt;br /&gt;6 go to rehursal&lt;br /&gt;7 go to rehursal dinner&lt;br /&gt;8 go drinken&lt;br /&gt;9 pass the fuck out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now for things i for got&lt;br /&gt;wrap the gifts, clean the cat box, clean the dishes, give upstairs neighbor the keys to the app to feed november when im gone, kiss november good bye and tell him i will be back, set up that date with christa, make sure i got black socks, belt and enough underwear to survive for three days, look at the bikes and wonder when im going to get back on them, hide the laptop, find the digital camera, eat something, down a energy drink, remember how retarted i am and how im always the best man and never the goom.... oh yeah... remember what it was like planning a wedding and how im glad i got my own life back and how i go riden and diven when ever i want, and how i answer to noone and i dont have to check in with anyone.... and yep i go home to a cold bed! damn straight.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hay... do you know how much a poler bear weighs?.....&lt;br /&gt;aahhh forget it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im out &lt;br /&gt;check back in 3 days&lt;br /&gt;read the comics for me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-113229913209201722?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/feeds/113229913209201722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12278274&amp;postID=113229913209201722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/113229913209201722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/113229913209201722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-friday.html' title='ITS FRIDAY'/><author><name>Squid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07818389410273420194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/12/16799065_d9cfe0027f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278274.post-113229011766275234</id><published>2005-11-17T23:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T00:01:57.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yep I hit the bottom</title><content type='html'>HAhaha &lt;br /&gt;sitten here &lt;br /&gt;i just realized something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh sorry... squid here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am totaly lame&lt;br /&gt;lets see&lt;br /&gt;top 10 reasons why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 i have no girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;2 i have an X fiance&lt;br /&gt;3 i focus on my cat alot&lt;br /&gt;4 i a tatoo of a squid on my shin&lt;br /&gt;5 im a dork, i enjoy anything engineering&lt;br /&gt;6 i havent had a girl friend for comming up on a year now&lt;br /&gt;7 I focus a blog on biking, climbing, hiking and diving&lt;br /&gt;8 i write really bad poetry&lt;br /&gt;9 i cant spell for shit (nor do i care)&lt;br /&gt;10 and... wait for it.... wait for it.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here it comes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im a total dork, geek, who uses this pick up like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"do you know how much a poler bear weighs?.... enough to break the ice... hi my name is squid... can i buy you a drink???"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-113229011766275234?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/feeds/113229011766275234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12278274&amp;postID=113229011766275234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/113229011766275234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/113229011766275234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/2005/11/yep-i-hit-bottom.html' title='Yep I hit the bottom'/><author><name>Squid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07818389410273420194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/12/16799065_d9cfe0027f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278274.post-113227770200609704</id><published>2005-11-17T20:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T20:35:02.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkey Day poem</title><content type='html'>There is Turkey on the table&lt;br /&gt;And rover got a bit&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Sam is in the corner&lt;br /&gt;Chatting it up with Cousin Phillip&lt;br /&gt;The ball game is on&lt;br /&gt;And no one seems to care&lt;br /&gt;The Whole Family is here&lt;br /&gt;Except for one empty chair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Soft Street lights&lt;br /&gt;Shine on the snow&lt;br /&gt;There are no cars on the go&lt;br /&gt;Every one is at home&lt;br /&gt;With no important place to go &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom starts to look around&lt;br /&gt;And notice your not there&lt;br /&gt;You couldn’t be home&lt;br /&gt;Because the army couldn’t care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My buddy Grunt Signed up to be a solider&lt;br /&gt;Ready to go&lt;br /&gt;Over seas he is &lt;br /&gt;No where close to snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sit here &lt;br /&gt;And type this for you&lt;br /&gt;I’m sitting at the power plant&lt;br /&gt;Ready to make power for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving is going to be the same&lt;br /&gt;Sleep the Day away&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to work nights &lt;br /&gt;Waking up to November’s purring&lt;br /&gt;Before the alarm clock starts to strike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please remember &lt;br /&gt;When you are home&lt;br /&gt;That people are out there&lt;br /&gt;Working all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn’t ask for pity&lt;br /&gt;Or for some one to say “I’m Sorry”&lt;br /&gt;We just want to know&lt;br /&gt;While we are alone&lt;br /&gt;That someone is thinking &lt;br /&gt;Hoping we come home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(p.s. November is the name of my kitty)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-113227770200609704?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/feeds/113227770200609704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12278274&amp;postID=113227770200609704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/113227770200609704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/113227770200609704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/2005/11/turkey-day-poem.html' title='Turkey Day poem'/><author><name>Squid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07818389410273420194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/12/16799065_d9cfe0027f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278274.post-113222146391622833</id><published>2005-11-17T04:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T04:57:43.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>talk to burlington</title><content type='html'>hi all squid here&lt;br /&gt;this is an actual conversation between &lt;br /&gt;shotround and i going to burlington&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sr "i see what you were saying about people here staring at you!"&lt;br /&gt;squid "see i told...."&lt;br /&gt;Sr" yeah i was walking around town and everyone was just looking"&lt;br /&gt;Squid "i told you s...."&lt;br /&gt;sr" i mean it is really anoying and i dont get it"&lt;br /&gt;squid "it is because...."&lt;br /&gt;sr "i mean its not like i have bright pink hair... or pearcings... or tato...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at that point i noticed she kinda looked at me out of the courner of her eye to see if i cought that one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Squid "MMUUUAaahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha"&lt;br /&gt;sr "i didnt mean it like that, i mean you dont have like huge...."&lt;br /&gt;Squid "hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha"&lt;br /&gt;sr "well its not like your tatoos say anytihng bad or shit"&lt;br /&gt;Squid "hahahahah aaaaahhhhhhhhhh sigh..... you got your self on that one didnt ya!"&lt;br /&gt;sr "shut up... humph"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;squid out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-113222146391622833?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://static.flickr.com/12/16799065_d9cfe0027f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278274.post-113221412751270733</id><published>2005-11-17T02:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T02:55:27.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Training Wheels Are For Pussys'</title><content type='html'>Hi all&lt;br /&gt;squid here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i have been reflecting on my younger life of biking, and i remeberd along time ago i was walken around with a couple friends and we came appon one fried's cousin visiting from Viet Nam, and he was riden my friends bike.  the kid kinda crashed hopped back on the bike, rode for a second or two crashed, got up, dusted him self off and got back on the bike and rode away... and crashed again, back up and at it again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walking away i snickered alittle, and my friend asked was so funny, then he realized that i was snickering at his cousin.  he pointed out that this was the frist time that this kid saw a bike and started riden that morning. he tought himself how to ride a bike in one morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that i felt super shalow and super stupid and judgemental.  from that day foward i never made fun of anyone trying something new, asking questions or learning how to do something.  from that day on i decided to help people how to do the things i know how to do.  thats how i got into teaching SCUBA, and taking people to the rock jym to try Rock climbing, and helping people where ever and when ever i can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I envy that kid, who is now a man, for learning how to ride a bike, by him self on pavement and with out training wheels or pads or anything, even a helmet!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;he was brave and deturmened!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that i am older, and showing my roomate how to ride, i never laugh at her, i snicker at her every once and a while, but never at her and her riding.  i snicker cuz i see my self back in the day tryen everything that she is learning now.  and i tell her that!&lt;br /&gt;she is as determened as that kid was from vietnam!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i find my self doing the same at the bike park, asking questions, trying to do things and taking pictured and studying videos all the time!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;squid out&lt;br /&gt;and remember&lt;br /&gt;today is the tomorrow you dreamed about yesterday&lt;br /&gt;and the cover is just the first page of the book, whynot fidn out what is inside!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-113221412751270733?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/feeds/113221412751270733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://static.flickr.com/12/16799065_d9cfe0027f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278274.post-113221033825993034</id><published>2005-11-17T01:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T01:52:18.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Knee To The Wall is To...</title><content type='html'>Hi all&lt;br /&gt;squid here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to answer the question &lt;br /&gt;A knee to the wall is to... just fucken hurts&lt;br /&gt;so as you all know&lt;br /&gt;im riden alot more park lately&lt;br /&gt;the other day.....&lt;br /&gt;yesterday&lt;br /&gt;i was working going up the wall ramp thingy&lt;br /&gt;and well i didnt lean into it enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when going up the wall ramp thingy, the pick below this post&lt;br /&gt;you got to lean into the turn&lt;br /&gt;and i mean lean, it almsot feels unnatural&lt;br /&gt;but you get use to it&lt;br /&gt;well i didnt lean enough&lt;br /&gt;the bike 5 feet off the groud slipped off the all&lt;br /&gt;and me the weight and steering factor of this equation&lt;br /&gt;went sholder and knee frist into the wall&lt;br /&gt;now 5 feet up + gravity = a sliding landing&lt;br /&gt;so i slid down the wall bike ontop of me and on one knee the whole 5 feet&lt;br /&gt;on plywood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what, that was before i put my knee/shin guards on&lt;br /&gt;so from now on, before i ride&lt;br /&gt;i put on my padds&lt;br /&gt;and i havent crashed yet....... yet is the key word here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well squid out&lt;br /&gt;remember&lt;br /&gt;if you didnt get zero G's&lt;br /&gt;it was not worth it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-113221033825993034?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/feeds/113221033825993034/comments/default' 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src='http://static.flickr.com/12/16799065_d9cfe0027f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278274.post-113210937027170682</id><published>2005-11-15T21:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T21:49:30.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PB150012</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/58649821@N00/63755655/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/33/63755655_f5e393e5c6_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/58649821@N00/63755655/"&gt;PB150012&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/58649821@N00/"&gt;snt16&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;OKOKOK this is soooo cool squid here&lt;br /&gt;i found the indoor skate/bike park here in st jay, and now im riding it more, this is my second night, i learned how to drop in on a quarter pipe, and this is mee on the wall 5 feet high... aaaahhh killer im soooo excited it was sooo fun i could have done it all night it was great, next im learning how to get over the spine!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember kids helmets and pads are a must.... plus they make you feel like you can do anything!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aAAAAAHHH HELLL YEAH&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-113210937027170682?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/feeds/113210937027170682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12278274&amp;postID=113210937027170682' title='0 Comments'/><link 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href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/58649821@N00/62445707/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/33/62445707_a4e370107e_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/58649821@N00/62445707/"&gt;PB060066&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/58649821@N00/"&gt;snt16&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;ok ok ok here are three of the bikes in the house... out of the 6.... from the left, is a gary fisher marlin, then a rock hopper then my p2, the hopper is the roomie's new bike, which is super light, but i think the marlin is lighter, well she thinks so, but i hopper hers all around the house, then i did the p2, wich is super heavy, but i can controll sooo much more than anyother bike.  at that point the up stairs neighbor came down to ask if we where ok.  i was teaching the roomie how to track stand and bunny hop inside the house.. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my track stand is getting alot better!!!!!!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-113181015267803557?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/feeds/113181015267803557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12278274&amp;postID=113181015267803557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/113181015267803557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/113181015267803557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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#000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/58649821@N00/62445709/"&gt;PA090042&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/58649821@N00/"&gt;snt16&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-113180998877710249?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/feeds/113180998877710249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12278274&amp;postID=113180998877710249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/113180998877710249'/><link rel='self' 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takes their 4 wheeled friends for granted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is what happens in the morning when you head off to work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;put your key in the ignition&lt;br /&gt;conect two terminals&lt;br /&gt;energize a realay from your 6 volt dc battery&lt;br /&gt;that spins your starter&lt;br /&gt;which ingauges with your fly wheel&lt;br /&gt;which starts to roll over your engine&lt;br /&gt;the magnetic pick ups on the fly wheel tell the spark plugs when to fire&lt;br /&gt;the cam shaft which is driven by the fly wheel &lt;br /&gt;open and close valves which allows air to move in and out of the engine&lt;br /&gt;and some times drive the fuel pump as well&lt;br /&gt;gas is injected into the engine by injectors&lt;br /&gt;which are controlled by the cam shaft&lt;br /&gt;the cylinders are conected to a crank shaft which is conected to the fly wheel&lt;br /&gt;when igniton happens and the engine starts to rev&lt;br /&gt;you let go of your key&lt;br /&gt;which release a relay&lt;br /&gt;wich disconects the starter&lt;br /&gt;the starter retracts and goes dormant&lt;br /&gt;with the engine at a good rpm the alternater starts to power the car&lt;br /&gt;and starts to recharge the power you took out of the battery&lt;br /&gt;when you step on the gas to rev the car&lt;br /&gt;the govener tells the gas engine it nees more gas to inject&lt;br /&gt;on a diesel it tell the engine it needs more air, which calls for more diesel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so thats how a car starts kinda&lt;br /&gt;remember to once a week&lt;br /&gt;check your oil&lt;br /&gt;your transmishon fluid&lt;br /&gt;run your ac and your heat full blast for 5 min &lt;br /&gt;check your coolent level when the engine is cold (open the cap, that little tank is usless)&lt;br /&gt;check your tire pressures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for anyone who would like a more indepth on how engines work&lt;br /&gt;please e-mail me&lt;br /&gt;if anyone would like to know how to check oil&lt;br /&gt;break fluid&lt;br /&gt;coolent level&lt;br /&gt;tire pressures&lt;br /&gt;how to change a tire&lt;br /&gt;how to add oil or anyother fluid&lt;br /&gt;how to jump a car properly&lt;br /&gt;or anything else &lt;br /&gt;please e-mail me&lt;br /&gt;i am willing to help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get a call once a month from my sister&lt;br /&gt;asking how to jump a car&lt;br /&gt;or check something&lt;br /&gt;and i am always willing to help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;squid out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-113160534394828353?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/feeds/113160534394828353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12278274&amp;postID=113160534394828353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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conclusion&lt;br /&gt;well if you dont remember short round is my roommate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well she told me she has come to the conclusion&lt;br /&gt;that i am part cat&lt;br /&gt;cuz i sleep all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my current sleep rechord is 26 straight hours&lt;br /&gt;and my excuse was ....i wanted to sleep....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this is my days hour by hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work days&lt;br /&gt;wake at 0530 and out of bed my 0540&lt;br /&gt;out the door by 0600&lt;br /&gt;at work by 0620&lt;br /&gt;out of work 1830 to 1930, depends on my relief&lt;br /&gt;go home&lt;br /&gt;stay away for a little&lt;br /&gt;bed time 2100 to 2400 (0000)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work nights&lt;br /&gt;leave for work at 1800 (600pm)&lt;br /&gt;get to work at 1820&lt;br /&gt;leave work at 0700&lt;br /&gt;get home at 0720&lt;br /&gt;go to bed right then&lt;br /&gt;wake at 1700&lt;br /&gt;take shower and eat a little&lt;br /&gt;leve to go back to work at 1800&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;days off&lt;br /&gt;go to bed when ever, usually in the early morning&lt;br /&gt;like between 0100 to 0400&lt;br /&gt;sleep to 1200 to 1300 &lt;br /&gt;wake and do it all over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have proven that if you sleep half of the day&lt;br /&gt;the day goes by faster&lt;br /&gt;to pass time i sleep&lt;br /&gt;to relax i sleep&lt;br /&gt;and i do sleep to dream some times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have slept through&lt;br /&gt;birthday parties&lt;br /&gt;lunches with other people&lt;br /&gt;meetings&lt;br /&gt;oil changes&lt;br /&gt;dates with girls (that was a bad move)&lt;br /&gt;dive classes&lt;br /&gt;and worst of all&lt;br /&gt;i have slept through full days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;placed i have slept&lt;br /&gt;in my truck on the side of the road&lt;br /&gt;in the truck at a friends house&lt;br /&gt;in a bath tub&lt;br /&gt;in a bed&lt;br /&gt;on a couch&lt;br /&gt;in a chair&lt;br /&gt;at the kitchen table durring a meal&lt;br /&gt;under water (yes while scuba diving)&lt;br /&gt;in many many many airports&lt;br /&gt;on plains&lt;br /&gt;on boats&lt;br /&gt;on the floor &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;places i have never fallen asleep&lt;br /&gt;at work.... never done it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from my own conclusion is.. i like being a night owl&lt;br /&gt;but i can be a morning person &lt;br /&gt;when i wake im up.... my roommate hates that&lt;br /&gt;i come down the stairs and ask her what we are doing for  the day&lt;br /&gt;and she always tells me&lt;br /&gt;I DONT KNOW I JUST GOT UP&lt;br /&gt;and my response is&lt;br /&gt;yeah so did i, start planning&lt;br /&gt;then i sugest shit to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soooo. as i say today is the tomorrow you dreamed about yesterday&lt;br /&gt;here is a new one&lt;br /&gt;know when to get up to do things&lt;br /&gt;or just sleep... its good for you and enjoy it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;squid out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/12/16799065_d9cfe0027f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278274.post-113141556648456128</id><published>2005-11-07T21:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T21:06:06.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>two new bikes</title><content type='html'>hi all&lt;br /&gt;squid here&lt;br /&gt;i know i know i havent posted in a while&lt;br /&gt;well here is the reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three days ago my roomie and i went to new port for the day, stopped at a sports shop and stumbled appon a great deal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a 2000 gary fisher cross crountry hard tail, Genisis Marlin frame, they asked 150 for it, the bike was.... is worth 500... yess i ripped them off, but!!!! i got a cross crountry bike back, and put my crak bro's egg beaters on it and man o man i forgot how fun cross crountry trail riding was!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that is what i have been doing for the last three or 4 days here, i found a new trail system here in st jay, newly cut trails.  the day after i found that my roomie bought a 2004 frame, new(shop never sold it) specialized rock hopper!! NICE BIKE for 330 man o man what a price, and now she is riding with me, and doing ok, the up hills are killing her but that is ok for now, still a little sheepish around logs and shit, but she tries, she wants to learn how to bunny hop with out clips! thats going to take a day, but she is trying!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so thats what ive been doning, will post pics of the new bikes, and older bikes and when grunt gets home his bikes and more so and so on and forth and shit like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;squid out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-113141556648456128?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/feeds/113141556648456128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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RPK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/58649821@N00/59858303/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/30/59858303_07482276e8_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/58649821@N00/59858303/"&gt;Me and my RPK&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/58649821@N00/"&gt;snt16&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;this is grunt at work at home, not in the sand box&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-113115199268145222?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://static.flickr.com/12/16799065_d9cfe0027f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278274.post-113096902626260887</id><published>2005-11-02T16:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T17:03:46.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I can See my toucans</title><content type='html'>ASS Crackers.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry just had to say that one&lt;br /&gt;ok squid here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i usually dont try to talk about work here&lt;br /&gt;i use to have a blog dedicated to my job&lt;br /&gt;and all the dumb shit that goes on at a power plant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this is a good story for here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so some background info for the readers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am an engineer&lt;br /&gt;went to maine maratime to become a merchant marine&lt;br /&gt;decided i wanted to stay land based&lt;br /&gt;so i became an engineer at a power plant insted of shipping out&lt;br /&gt;how are they related... well a steam power plant is a stationary steam powered boat basically,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so at my job i get to do some different things&lt;br /&gt;have near death experiances &lt;br /&gt;and play with some nasty chemicals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is an example &lt;br /&gt;one chemical we play with is "Sodium Hypocloride"&lt;br /&gt;We call it super bleach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bleach you use in your house is .01% sodium hypocloride and 99.98 percent water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i know... what a rip off!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bleach we use here at work (not to do our cloths) is 15% bleach&lt;br /&gt;one drop on you will turn a spot the size of a silver dollor on your colored cloths white! and in a half a second... i shit you not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other chemicals are acids, caustics and dechlore...&lt;br /&gt;but the best one is the acids....&lt;br /&gt;one time i got a splash of acid on me&lt;br /&gt;i didt realize it,&lt;br /&gt;i looked down and was like. wow that was close, i could have sworn it hit me&lt;br /&gt;then i started to walk away and felt a draft on my chest&lt;br /&gt;i looked down to see my shirt had melted off me and holes starting to form on my pants right on my crotch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yelping i quickly stripped off my shirt and dropped it on the floor, or the half that was left over.  luckly i didnt get any on my skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my jeans held though the spots liquified the jeans a bit, but they held together, luckly it was the end of the shift and i went home, i got home and stripped of my jeans and threw them inthe sink to delute the acid, when i pulled them out i had 5 holes the size of quarters in them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after i put them through the laundry and dried them, they where fine, but they still had some holes in them....  so now when i wear them people can see my boxers, and sometime when i wear the ones with the toucans on them people tell me that they can see my toucans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait till the horse peaks out of the barn!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Squid out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-113096902626260887?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/feeds/113096902626260887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12278274&amp;postID=113096902626260887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/113096902626260887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/113096902626260887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-can-see-my-toucans.html' title='I can See my toucans'/><author><name>Squid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07818389410273420194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/12/16799065_d9cfe0027f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278274.post-113087834386447903</id><published>2005-11-01T15:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T15:52:23.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's November.. the cat or the month</title><content type='html'>sooo squid here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my faveriot month of the year&lt;br /&gt;better than december, and better than july, this is the month i get to totally confuse people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every one seys "i cant believe its november already"&lt;br /&gt;and my comback&lt;br /&gt;is "yes... i have a cat....."&lt;br /&gt;then they say "what"&lt;br /&gt;and i come back with &lt;br /&gt;"he is black furry and cuddly, i like to call him my big black furry pussy"&lt;br /&gt;then their eyes get really wide and a "WHAT" comes out of their mouth&lt;br /&gt;finally some one else buts in and seys&lt;br /&gt;"He named his cat november, just ignore him he is retarted"&lt;br /&gt;and i smile&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-113087834386447903?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/feeds/113087834386447903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12278274&amp;postID=113087834386447903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/113087834386447903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/113087834386447903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-november-cat-or-month.html' title='It&apos;s November.. the cat or the month'/><author><name>Squid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07818389410273420194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/12/16799065_d9cfe0027f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278274.post-113070379388628736</id><published>2005-10-30T15:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T15:23:13.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>squid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/58649821@N00/16799065/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/12/16799065_d9cfe0027f_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/58649821@N00/16799065/"&gt;squid&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/58649821@N00/"&gt;snt16&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;HHHAYYY i got my self on the net.... grunt, you need to send me a pic of you so we can get you there, im going to put the patch up next&lt;br /&gt;STICKERS ARE BEING LOOKED INTO&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-113070379388628736?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://static.flickr.com/12/16799065_d9cfe0027f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278274.post-113065613515493367</id><published>2005-10-30T02:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T02:08:55.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spandex Rules and Regulations</title><content type='html'>hi all squid here again &lt;br /&gt;its time for a funny story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ok ok ok okay......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when grunt came home from his leave, we went out drinken&lt;br /&gt;i dont know if i told this story but anyways, its funny&lt;br /&gt;so we went drinken and dave and i were already out and he met us at the bar&lt;br /&gt;and we bought him drink after drink after drink after shot after shot after drink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was gone like 6 or 8 months so this hit him super hard&lt;br /&gt;i dont know if he remembers what happened&lt;br /&gt;but i saw this frist hand,&lt;br /&gt;i might have not been that night&lt;br /&gt;but it was a night like that and we were DRUNK DRUNK DRUNK....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there was this chick at the bar&lt;br /&gt;not a good looking chick&lt;br /&gt;kinda large (which is not an insult)&lt;br /&gt;but what she was wearing was an insult&lt;br /&gt;SPANDEX, and thats it&lt;br /&gt;she had "extra" hangen out everywhere, to give you a visual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so drunk grunt, stumbled over to her&lt;br /&gt;got the courage and this is what happened....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grunt "eeehhhxxxcuse meee..... butttt SPPaaandex hasss a Weeighhhttt Liiimiiit.. Yaahh Knnnnooowww..... erppp"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the lady and every one around her turned around, she looked him up and down&lt;br /&gt;then SSLLAAPPP a big fat hand across the face.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grunt "eeeehhhhh" (as he slowly turn his head back to the lady) "i'mmm stillll Riinnggghhtt"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and grunt turnd around, came back to dave and i and thats when we went to a different bar....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lesson, be prepaired for the aftermath of what you say, but dont regret it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;squid out..... some of my pick up lines have gotten me smacked too, but thats a different story&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-113065613515493367?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/feeds/113065613515493367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12278274&amp;postID=113065613515493367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/113065613515493367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/113065613515493367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/2005/10/spandex-rules-and-regulations.html' title='Spandex Rules and Regulations'/><author><name>Squid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07818389410273420194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/12/16799065_d9cfe0027f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278274.post-113063101840778985</id><published>2005-10-29T19:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T20:10:18.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Small Town Rumors</title><content type='html'>Hi all &lt;br /&gt;squid here &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you all know if you have been reading that i had a girlfriend here in st jay,&lt;br /&gt;i dated her for a while maybe 4 months, and in that time things just went down hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is a nice girl, but she just didnt have what i wanted, she was a homebody, didnt do anything, did want to go climbing, or try it, didnt want to go riding with me and had no intrest in diving.... that does not mean that she was all bad, i dont care if a girl has no intrest in that, but she had no intrest in anything at all.  she had no hobbies, no drive and no direction.  so what came about was that i left her.  i broke it off as nicely as i could, but it turned ugly... she got really mad at me, and i guess she had a right, she fell in love with me and i didnt fell the same back, and she wanted to get married and i made it clear that i was headed down that road once before and now i was just looken to date for a while, not think of marrage!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she tried to move in to my appartment with me, with out asking, and she was always there, naver game me my "me" time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so as i said it before i broke it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she stalked me for a while, called and e-mailed me and im'ed me and drove by for about 2 months, and then she finally got over it and found a new boy.  i found out she was dating some other guy and i was happy for her. i hopped she moved on and found someone that she could settel down with and start the family she wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well...... small town = quick rumors!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come to find out the other day, the guy that introduced us, i work with and he called me over to his department at the plant,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friend "hay did you hear about katy?"&lt;br /&gt;squid "naw, all i know is that she found a boy and im happy for her"&lt;br /&gt;friend "well she found a boy, but he is nothing of a winner type"&lt;br /&gt;squid "really..."&lt;br /&gt;friend "well did you hear, she quit her job, moved out of her appartment and moved in with this guy?"&lt;br /&gt;squid "naw, wow, tobad, i got her that job she wanted... well helped her get that job."&lt;br /&gt;friend "well he is the cause of this, come to find out, she quit, cus the court house she works for said that is she dates an Xcon she has to quit cuz they dont want her to have a realtionship with him, becuase it would compromise her job, also he is still married to a girl and she is pregnant with his child, but she moved in with him, and he doesnt plan on devorcing her."&lt;br /&gt;squid"..... holy shit, i knew she was a little dense, but come on"&lt;br /&gt;friend "yeah we are all asking that, and she doesnt come around anymore, we cant seem to talk to her"&lt;br /&gt;squid "yeah......"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well come to find out, this is what anther friend of mine told me.&lt;br /&gt;he works with someone i know, and his wife use to work with my xgirl friend, and she happend to be the person that hired her.... i had a hand in that too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soooooooooo....... here is the rumor straightened out&lt;br /&gt;this girl is dating a xcon that does all of his court shit at the court house that she worked at, they put her on administrative leave and then asked her not to come back (fired her) because he was compramising her job, beucase she handled or had somethign to do with his cases at the court house, and she refused to stop dating him, she moved out of her appartment and moved in with him and he is still married to a different girl that got pregnant by him, and he is not planning of devorsing her....  sooo fucked up... and i feel kinda bad, but i am so glad im not in the middle of that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck.....  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leason learned,&lt;br /&gt;if you live in a small town, dont date the girls there, the rumors and stories get around way to much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is squid signing off&lt;br /&gt;sayen&lt;br /&gt;sometimes girls are not worth it!.... but sometimes they worth every second of your day....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-113063101840778985?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/feeds/113063101840778985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12278274&amp;postID=113063101840778985' title='0 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grunt extreem quiz one&lt;br /&gt;this could be a set of many&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you store your bikes in the house year round&lt;br /&gt;a. yes&lt;br /&gt;b. no&lt;br /&gt;c. they have thier own room and i tuck them in at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Have you contimplated riding down the stairs in hour house&lt;br /&gt;a. yes&lt;br /&gt;b. no&lt;br /&gt;c. and my friends daired me&lt;br /&gt;d. and my friends daired me when i was drunk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you scuba dive year round, even in January when the water is warmer than the surrounding air&lt;br /&gt;a. yes&lt;br /&gt;b. no&lt;br /&gt;c. some one punch me in the neck to get my balls to drop again (oh hell yeah i do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do your parents call and the first question is, have your hurt your self lately&lt;br /&gt;a. once a week&lt;br /&gt;b. only when im in the hospital&lt;br /&gt;c. i call them from the hospital&lt;br /&gt;d. no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When walking down town, do you think of how you can climb buildings for pratice&lt;br /&gt;a. i think i can do town hall&lt;br /&gt;b. ive done town hall&lt;br /&gt;c. no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do your nice cloths still have blood stains on them&lt;br /&gt;a. i couldnt get my shin to stop bleading before church&lt;br /&gt;b. good cloths....i dont get the question?&lt;br /&gt;c. no&lt;br /&gt;d. stains...? i call them honor badges!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do your friend refur to you at Nutz, Crazy or insain&lt;br /&gt;a. yes&lt;br /&gt;b. no&lt;br /&gt;c. i thought thoes were my nicknames&lt;br /&gt;d. usually all in once sentense and when they are introducing me to peopel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do your spots have the same danger lever as your job&lt;br /&gt;a. yes &lt;br /&gt;b. no&lt;br /&gt;c. they all rank at the top ten dangerious things to do &lt;br /&gt;d. that how i keep my edge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Even when the doctor tells you not to go do things after your are hurt, do you still do them?&lt;br /&gt;a. yes&lt;br /&gt;b. no&lt;br /&gt;c. i thought it was sugestion&lt;br /&gt;d. what does not kill you, hurts more and makes you stronger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Have you decided what you want done with your body after you have died?&lt;br /&gt;a. yes&lt;br /&gt;b. no&lt;br /&gt;c. yes, and more than one person knows, so that i know my wishes will be carried out&lt;br /&gt;d. yes, i have a letter writen in sealed envalope, ready to be opened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last question was just to make you think, the others are just fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;squid out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-113057929082427669?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/feeds/113057929082427669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12278274&amp;postID=113057929082427669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/113057929082427669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/113057929082427669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/2005/10/extreem-quiz-1.html' title='Extreem Quiz #1'/><author><name>Squid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07818389410273420194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/12/16799065_d9cfe0027f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278274.post-113057673555192418</id><published>2005-10-29T04:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T05:05:35.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Female Sailors... nothing like them</title><content type='html'>sooooooooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;squid here&lt;br /&gt;with a story from my college years&lt;br /&gt;ooohhhh how sooo long ago..... yeah not that long ago&lt;br /&gt;but this is a few years old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if you didnt know&lt;br /&gt;i went to Maine Maritime Academy&lt;br /&gt;a merchant marine college&lt;br /&gt;if you dont know what that is, look it up.... educate your self&lt;br /&gt;and move back to here, and read the story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so part of my college was shipping out&lt;br /&gt;round the world and going placed &lt;br /&gt;be'in on the sea, doin my job in the engine room &lt;br /&gt;the heat and the noise&lt;br /&gt;the "hole" as we call it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when shipping out with the school&lt;br /&gt;we got some really intersting experiences&lt;br /&gt;there were very few girls that went to mma&lt;br /&gt;and the ones that did were usually "Special" girls&lt;br /&gt;now i mean special in a good way,&lt;br /&gt;they where all nice, some good looking, most not....&lt;br /&gt;they where all good at math, had great common sence&lt;br /&gt;could be girly at times with the beauty products and all&lt;br /&gt;but most of the time&lt;br /&gt;where covered in greast and could sling sailor talk and make most of the boys blush &lt;br /&gt;but the best parts of shipping out&lt;br /&gt;was when they asked us boys how to do things...&lt;br /&gt;guy "things"&lt;br /&gt;and one of thoes days was learning how to spit....&lt;br /&gt;and im not saying you know spit here and there&lt;br /&gt;i mean halk a loogie 20 feet off the rail in to the wake of a ship&lt;br /&gt;or on a windy day be able to spit straight up and have it land 40 feet on the deck behind you with out getting a drop on your self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that kind of spitting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here is how it went&lt;br /&gt;day one&lt;br /&gt;buddy and i where on the fan tail of the boat&lt;br /&gt;smoking (when i use to smoke) drinken some cokes&lt;br /&gt;talken and spitten over the rail&lt;br /&gt;goin for distance&lt;br /&gt;short round, and two maybe three other girls walk up&lt;br /&gt;see my buddy spit and go &lt;br /&gt;"Wow...."&lt;br /&gt;Buddy "and thats not the half of it, watch Mitsu go" (old nick name for squid...me)&lt;br /&gt;and i snort, and sniff and cough and cough and cough&lt;br /&gt;and hhhhhhaaaaaaaccckkkkk, ttttthhhoooooooo&lt;br /&gt;and i lonched a loogie that sailed inthe wind for 20 to 25 feet of the rail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SR "wow....."&lt;br /&gt;girl 1 "how the fuck did you do that" (good sailor talk)&lt;br /&gt;girl 2 "i think im going to be sick"&lt;br /&gt;gril 3 "you got to teach us that"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;squid "ok its easy, snort your snot, get it to the back of your throught(wrong spelling), and then cough it up, hack a little to get it to your mouth, kinda ball it up and when go to spit you got to put alot of air behind it. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SR (short round)" ok here i go"  snort snort snort, cough cough hack cough couhg.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;squid "ok spit"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SR "cough cough cough... i think i swallowed it" cough cough cough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buddy "yeah you dont want to do that"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gril 1 "ok my turn"  snort snort, hack hack hack..... poooooooooofffff&lt;br /&gt;girl 1 "aaahhh groose, it got all over me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Squid "more air more air"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl 2 "like this" snot snot, cough cough,  tthhooooo (nothing came out)&lt;br /&gt;girl 2 "cough cough cough cough eeeeeeeehhh cough cough, choke cough"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buddy "hahahah yeah thats how ya do it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl 3 "my turn" snort cough hack ttthhhoooooo, and off it flew, bout 5 feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;squid "hay good job"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl 3 "see we can do that too"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Squid "yeah i know something you cant do"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl 2 "what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;squid "write your name in the snow with your pee"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well thats about it for now.... hope you had  a good day, cuz i really did&lt;br /&gt;im going to go hurass  my roommate when i get home from work, im working nights and she will be asleep, i think im going to go bust her door down and scare the living daylights out of her, or............. cook something that smells really nasty or good, and make her get up then i will go to bed......... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;squid out&lt;br /&gt;remember.....&lt;br /&gt;today is the tomorrow that you dreamed about yesterday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-113057673555192418?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://static.flickr.com/12/16799065_d9cfe0027f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278274.post-113057378213887038</id><published>2005-10-29T04:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T04:16:24.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And She Tried to Jump Her Roommate</title><content type='html'>Ok ok ok ok....&lt;br /&gt;squid here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i brought my digital camera into work today &lt;br /&gt;to take some picks of work &lt;br /&gt;for my computer, you know the turbine, condenser,&lt;br /&gt;some air compressors the furnace front&lt;br /&gt;engineering shit, most engineers do that&lt;br /&gt;Sarah was looken through my pic's on my comp one time&lt;br /&gt;and quote&lt;br /&gt;"You guys are all the same... all you engineers have you engine pictures"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was looken through my pics and i came across two of my roomie&lt;br /&gt;you know... shortround&lt;br /&gt;well they where pics of her after she tried to jump me in the appartment&lt;br /&gt;and im not talking about "JUMPING ME jumping me"....&lt;br /&gt;she is my best friend and roommate, nothing sexual&lt;br /&gt;she just tried to beat me up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well it didnt work....&lt;br /&gt;i mean i weight like twice as much as she does&lt;br /&gt;and.... well im a bit taller&lt;br /&gt;and i benhpress her weight.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooooo here is what happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i come in to the dinning room and she give a quick gab to my gut&lt;br /&gt;and i turn around and say&lt;br /&gt;"So you wana go hua"&lt;br /&gt;and "YEEAAAAAAAAAA"&lt;br /&gt;She comes flying at me&lt;br /&gt;and i spin her around pick her up twist her sideways and lay her on the ground&lt;br /&gt;strugling i let her go&lt;br /&gt;and back up and at me again &lt;br /&gt;this time is spun her around and held her arms&lt;br /&gt;she kicked me in the leg and i pushed her away&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;"YYEEEEAAAAA"&lt;br /&gt;Back at me again &lt;br /&gt;so as she is comming in i grab her sleave on her shirt&lt;br /&gt;spin her around again &lt;br /&gt;and hold her arms in one hand &lt;br /&gt;and take one of her sleaves with the other free hand &lt;br /&gt;and tie the end of it in a knot......&lt;br /&gt;what i mean trick my uncle tought me when i was 8&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;it was great&lt;br /&gt;when i let her go and she tried putting her hand back through her sleave &lt;br /&gt;she had noidea what was going on&lt;br /&gt;she stopped and looked and her head slumped down&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;br /&gt;"OOOhhhhhh"&lt;br /&gt;and i just started laughing&lt;br /&gt;then i went over and helped her after taking a picture of her with her arm up showing her with her leave tied in a knot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is the conversation&lt;br /&gt;SR "oooohhhh"&lt;br /&gt;squid "hahahaha told you not to mess with me"&lt;br /&gt;SR "Yeah but"&lt;br /&gt;squid "Yeah you got one"&lt;br /&gt;SR "sigh"&lt;br /&gt;Squid "i got to take a pic of this, hold still"&lt;br /&gt;SR "haha ok ok"&lt;br /&gt;Squid "here i will help you now"&lt;br /&gt;SR "OOOhhh look at my shirt, its all streached out, and i had to roll the sleaves before this all happened too..."&lt;br /&gt;squid "hahahaha"&lt;br /&gt;SR "Look now its like 5 inches longer than the other sleave"&lt;br /&gt;Squid "It will shring in the wash dont worry"&lt;br /&gt;SR "but what am i going to do now"&lt;br /&gt;Squid "Roll it up even more.... hahaha"&lt;br /&gt;SR "yeah but"&lt;br /&gt;Squid "Here i will do it for you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so lesson, when trying to jump me, dont wear long sleave shirts..&lt;br /&gt;squid out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-113057378213887038?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://static.flickr.com/12/16799065_d9cfe0027f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278274.post-113036194721748764</id><published>2005-10-26T17:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T17:25:47.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'>surrounded by something</title><content type='html'>hi all &lt;br /&gt;squid here&lt;br /&gt;and im going to share some thoughts....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so lately some shit has been going down&lt;br /&gt;like you know, the hurricane, one after another and watching people getting hurt and loosing everything&lt;br /&gt;then the war is still going on and our troops are bing killed for what i think is a oil war, which im an not for, but i will never abandon the american troops and what they are doing.. EVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and grunt is still over in the big sand box and i worry about him everyday, and hope and pray nothing ever bad happens to him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my friends brother was killed, and it broke my heart to see him so crushed, and i worry about him and his family and how they are taking it day by day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also one of my friends was seriously burned and is still recovering, and i worry about her and he future and how she is going to recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on top of all that i recently had the luck of having a near death experiance at work a two days ago at work when i was right next to a piece of machenery that failed and blew smoke in my face and knocked me of a ladder.  which has shook me for the last couple days now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with all of this happening and the weather so crappy it has put me on a thought process of when and why and how death is going to come knocking on my door someday&lt;br /&gt;which truly does scare me a little, but not to the point where i am going to stop living my life and working my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it worries me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really dont know where im going with this post, and i really dont know how im going to end this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well here, i can end it this way, with a little story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was at my parents house one day, and my sister was there, we were all around the kitchen table, and i was telling them about my friend and how she got burnt really bad on her ship (60% of her right side of her body), and my mother asked me a question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how dangerios is your job?  and i repplied that what happened her to, could happpen to me easialy, and that if somehting happens at work, it probobly would be bad.  then the next phrase out of my mouth shocked all of them,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told them how i would like to be burried and where and how.  what shocked them was not what i wanted, but the age i am and how i had already thought it through with such clairity and sincerity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found my sister stairing at me and then asking if she could keep a bit of my ashes, and i replied no and that i would like my plans to be respected and done to the T. and my mother then repplied that she would do what i asked if it ever happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i guess what i wanted to say in this post is that, even though grunt and i do some stupid shit, and do some extreem sports, and work very dangerious jobs, that we are still grounded, we both talk about this sometimes, and how what we want each other to do if the other happens to go to the final extreem and out do the other for life here.. if you kinda get what i am saying. (no suicide, thats for wimps)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i know is that if anything ever happened to me, i know grunt would take care if anything that i left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so with that great downer of a post&lt;br /&gt;i am going to sign off, visit my friend&lt;br /&gt;go home cook some supper and sit with the room mate &lt;br /&gt;and contomplate weather or not im going to drive to burlington to see a movie or not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a good safe week and weekend&lt;br /&gt;and live life &lt;br /&gt;cuz today was the tomorrow you dreamed about yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Squid out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-113036194721748764?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/feeds/113036194721748764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12278274&amp;postID=113036194721748764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/113036194721748764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/113036194721748764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/2005/10/surrounded-by-something.html' title='surrounded by something'/><author><name>Squid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07818389410273420194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/12/16799065_d9cfe0027f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278274.post-113017303955534051</id><published>2005-10-24T12:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T12:57:19.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Liven the the Back Woods</title><content type='html'>ok hi all&lt;br /&gt;squid here &lt;br /&gt;and im going to give you a couple pointers on how to live here inthe back woods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one &lt;br /&gt;dont wear normal cloths, only carhearts and tee-shirts are ok&lt;br /&gt;boots, no sneakers &lt;br /&gt;and camouflage baseball hats only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a true story&lt;br /&gt;i bought a Angles baseball team hat the other day&lt;br /&gt;i liked it cuz it was camouglage, it just looked cool&lt;br /&gt;well oneday i wore my regular angles hat, the red one i alway wear&lt;br /&gt;and everyone at the bar was like "who the hell is that"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day i wore my camouflage hat, and everyone (same people) at the bar where like&lt;br /&gt;"Hay whats up man, how ya doing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats a true story, well im out&lt;br /&gt;squid singin off sayen&lt;br /&gt;I work with a Christian Science Republican... How do you think my day is going??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-113017303955534051?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/feeds/113017303955534051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12278274&amp;postID=113017303955534051' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/113017303955534051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/113017303955534051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/2005/10/liven-the-back-woods.html' title='Liven the the Back Woods'/><author><name>Squid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07818389410273420194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/12/16799065_d9cfe0027f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278274.post-112963562473845572</id><published>2005-10-18T07:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T07:40:24.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Hampshire Granite #1</title><content type='html'>Ok so this here is a post of my two worst mountaineering accidents to date that I can remember. Neither of these Squid partook in. He doesnt as of yet have big enough cahones to venture out into the mountains in the cold of winter and experience the bug and most importantly tourist free mountains. Neither of these accidents really did any lasting damage. Just minor but sure got the heart rate up or caused me a little bit of pain. Correction a fair ammount of pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the first of my two adventures took place my freshman year at Johnson State College. I had gone on a weekend trip to climb Mount Adams in the White Mountains of New Hampshire. Now this isnt a hard peak to climb, the idea for the trip was to get a group of students interested and feeling comfortable enough with mountaineering skills to go climb a peak in South America. (I never did go on that trip, if it did ever go) so at any rate on summit day it was fairly warm for mid December. It was probably around the freezing mark but there was plenty of snow on the summit and ridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we approached the summit across the snow fields some of us got used to walking with crampons and then practiced the art of the self arrest. That is when you fall down a snow slope and then stop yourself with your trusty ice ax. We did this by sliding down the snow fields like kids and then stoping when we felt like it. Durring this time we werent in any danger of much of anything. All of the slopes we practiced on had long run outs along the ridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we had summited we decided to go and relax in the unusually warm air and just fool around on the snow fields. We selected a slope that had a small rock out croping sticking out in the middle that was dry so we could relax on a nice warm rock. I believe it was at the head of the Great Gulf Wilderness for location sake, but it should also be known that it drops off rather steeply here. When we had been there for a few minutes I went for a drink of water and then realized that I had lost my water bottle some where. So I grabbed my ice ax and went out to look for it, which want that hard. I just had to follow our tracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly found it and headed back. I was starting to get a little warm at this point so I took off my hat and gloves to try and cool down. By this time I had crossed the ridge so that I was directly above my group. I decided to slide down to them and do a self arrest next to the group and then proceed to relax. Well as I slid down the slope I gained more speed than I was expecting so I tried slowing myself with my ice ax. As the pick bit into the snow I didnt quite weight it properly and I spun around so that I was sliding backwards. The pick poped out and I was once again picking up speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a panack I realized that I had a long drop off to the valley floor if I didnt stop myself. So for some un known reason I took my ax and as if I was climbing ice I swung it like a hammer as I passed the group. Well I sank the entire pick into the snow, but at this time I didnt have a leash on the thing. So with a sweaty palm I slid right off the end of the shaft. When I looked back up the slope the ax was perfectly planted next to the group, all of whom had a shocked expression on their faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using my hands I spun myself back around and resigned myself to the fate of falling into the valley and gravity ending my short existence. Then I noticed the rocks sticking up through the snow. Then I felt them tear into me. They tore nylon and skin alike. I bounced and tumbled and then came to a sudden stop when I wraped myself around a rock. Standing up I did a quick self assesment. Nothing was broke, but my ribs hurt like hell from bouncing them over the rocks and then the sudden stop on the rock. I was also bleeding from numerous cuts on my hands and apendages where the rocks had torn through clothing. Looking around I realized how lucky I was. I had stoped about fifty yards from where the ridge dropped off into the valley below. After going back to the group they patched me up as best they could and then I pulled my ice ax out of the snow and tied a piece of webbing to it as a leash. I wasnt going to slide off the end of that thing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons learned- Never use an ice ax with out a leash. Always wear some kind of gloves. And lastly dont be stupid and fool around on snow fields that dont have run outs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well until the next time. LIVE LIFE ON THE EDGE AND TAKE CHANCES! CUZ YOU ONLY LIVE ONCE. SO ENJOY IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grunt Out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-112963562473845572?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/feeds/112963562473845572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12278274&amp;postID=112963562473845572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/112963562473845572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/112963562473845572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/2005/10/new-hampshire-granite-1.html' title='New Hampshire Granite #1'/><author><name>Grunt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15364267306354543558</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-12278274.post-112963551151870141</id><published>2005-10-18T07:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T07:38:31.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Hampshire Granite #2</title><content type='html'>Ok so for the second story. This one I did with my then fiancee. Shes now my wife so you should get the idea. This was her first winter trek and it was her winter break from college. We were climbing Mount Lafayette once again in the White Mountains of New Hampshire. (Incase you havent figured it out this is one of my favorite places to go.) This is an easy peak and thats why I chose to break my wife in on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day was really warm for February first. On the summit the thermometer on my watch said it was close to 60 degrees. And no it wasnt on my wrist it was hanging off my pack strap. Well as the day wore on the snow pack became softer and softer. By the time that we had decended back into tree line we were post holing with every step up to our knees in the soft snow. At the steeper sections we just sat down and slid on our butts. It was easier than struggling to pull our feet back out of the snow with every step and it was faster. The light was fading due to our late start so I wanted to get down as quick as possible since both of us were soaked with sweat and the temp was droping rapidly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well on the last steep section to get off the ridge I was sliding down weaving around the trees like a skier on a slolom course. A skill I had perfected with Squid as kids. We as I rounded this one turn I realized that one of those great granite rocks that litter the trails in New Hampshire had poked its way up through the snow durring the melt of the day. It was right in my way, so digging my heals in and trying to grab a tree as I flashed past them I tried my hardest to stop.&lt;br /&gt;I stoped all right. I slamed into that granite point with my groin. My inertia carried me up and over it I planted my feet on the other side and slamed into a tree with my shoulder. Sliding to my knees I held onto the tree and fought back the urge to throw up over gasps for breath and sobs of tears. I had really railed my sack into that rock and my shoulder throbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my wife came down behind me and stoped before the rock and figured out what I must have done. She said something to the effect that I really should stop molesting rocks. I was in no laughing mood though. Coughing back my lunch I struggled to my feet. Oh god I hurt I thought to my self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letting my wife go first now we finished off the last two miles in about two hours. Every time I had to step down the jarring sent jolts of pain through my groin making each step hurt. I had to stop every few yards to let the pain subside. Long story short it was well after dark when we got back to the car. And for days afterward it hurt to walk. The boys had taken a beating and I was gonna pay for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lessons learned for this trip. When the days warm things will appear that werent there earlier. And if you do slide down steep parts of the trail, keep the speed low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well until the next time. LIVE LIFE ON THE EDGE AND TAKE CHANCES! CUZ YOU ONLY LIVE ONCE. SO ENJOY IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grunt out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-112963551151870141?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/feeds/112963551151870141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12278274&amp;postID=112963551151870141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/112963551151870141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/112963551151870141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/2005/10/new-hampshire-granite-2.html' title='New Hampshire Granite #2'/><author><name>Grunt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15364267306354543558</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-12278274.post-112962302724671410</id><published>2005-10-18T03:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T04:10:27.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'>knowhow</title><content type='html'>hi all squid here&lt;br /&gt;ive lately been reading stuff...&lt;br /&gt;ok that really doesnt say much&lt;br /&gt;but here we go, the stuff i have been reading is like 50 thinks i want to do before i die, or things i know how to do that most dont.  which is interesting and all&lt;br /&gt;then i read them and compare my self, and then.... well yeah not much&lt;br /&gt;so here is a list of things that grunt and i can do that most cant do &lt;br /&gt;and some are combined efforts and some are single personal trates&lt;br /&gt;now remember, one of us is an engineer and the other is in the army, so right there makes us "special" in the way that we get tought all sorts of weird shit&lt;br /&gt;so here we go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is what we can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;survive in the woods with a knife and thats it for more than 7 days&lt;br /&gt;rebuild a internal combustion engine&lt;br /&gt;survice and trouble shoot firearm problems&lt;br /&gt;fire many differnt kinds of guns&lt;br /&gt;teach people how to scuba dive&lt;br /&gt;can apply thermo dymaics, and fluid power to every day situations&lt;br /&gt;play musical instroments&lt;br /&gt;can thow a frisbee 4 different ways with accuracy&lt;br /&gt;can build a computer from scratch&lt;br /&gt;can build a barn from scratch&lt;br /&gt;can draw some what apealing tattoos&lt;br /&gt;can wheely or nose wheely a bike&lt;br /&gt;can bunny hop a bike&lt;br /&gt;can track stand&lt;br /&gt;can tie many kinds of knots&lt;br /&gt;can ice climb&lt;br /&gt;can write a 10 page paper in under an hour on egypt&lt;br /&gt;can evaluate water chemistry and take corective actions&lt;br /&gt;knows the differece between gas turbines and steam turbines but understand how to combine both porcesses&lt;br /&gt;knows the difference between a wire gate and a beener&lt;br /&gt;knows the difference between a j and a k valve&lt;br /&gt;knows the load limits of an average beener&lt;br /&gt;knows every back road in amherst massachusetts&lt;br /&gt;knows every dirt road in vermont&lt;br /&gt;can hold his breth for more than 4 minuts under water&lt;br /&gt;can cook a 4 course meal in the woods and make it taste better than cooking it indoors&lt;br /&gt;can visually measure distance in feet yards and meters with ease&lt;br /&gt;can find anything anywhere with just a map and a compas (dont ususaly need the comaps)&lt;br /&gt;can convert pis, to psig and psia in his head&lt;br /&gt;knows the difference between pisg and psia&lt;br /&gt;can break into every home they have lived in with out causing damage&lt;br /&gt;knows how to iron a military uniform&lt;br /&gt;knows how to properly shine a pair of boots&lt;br /&gt;can weld metal and plasic&lt;br /&gt;can machine most material&lt;br /&gt;knows the firing order or most 4, 6 and 8 cylinder engines&lt;br /&gt;can cut hair and make it look alright&lt;br /&gt;can i dentify rock fomations and types of rock they are made of&lt;br /&gt;can wite a computer program in c++ or a ti 83 - 93&lt;br /&gt;knows how to sky dive and parashoot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here is why we know this stuff, and there is more i just cant raddle off all if it on one pose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lists of some of our achivements&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;graduated highschool&lt;br /&gt;selftough bike mechancis&lt;br /&gt;computer mechanics&lt;br /&gt;mechanics&lt;br /&gt;in the army&lt;br /&gt;went to johnson state for outdoor training and geology&lt;br /&gt;went to maine maritime to become a engieer and merchant marine&lt;br /&gt;joined the amry&lt;br /&gt;went to jump school&lt;br /&gt;becaome scuba divers&lt;br /&gt;became an advance diver&lt;br /&gt;became a master diver&lt;br /&gt;became a instructors assistant&lt;br /&gt;took rock climbing classes and went climbing alot&lt;br /&gt;tought rock climbing&lt;br /&gt;boyscout&lt;br /&gt;eagle scout&lt;br /&gt;refrigerant tecnitial licensed&lt;br /&gt;coast gurad engineer license in steam, gas turbine and diesel &lt;br /&gt;took state trooper exam&lt;br /&gt;took tomany courses in frist aid and advanced first aid&lt;br /&gt;been around the world more than twice apiece&lt;br /&gt;been to placed where english was not the language to speak&lt;br /&gt;been shot at&lt;br /&gt;been shot&lt;br /&gt;won a fight &lt;br /&gt;lost a fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there is a little bit of what we are and what we can do &lt;br /&gt;hope to see you around&lt;br /&gt;squid out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278274-112962302724671410?l=squidandgrunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/feeds/112962302724671410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12278274&amp;postID=112962302724671410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/112962302724671410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278274/posts/default/112962302724671410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squidandgrunt.blogspot.com/2005/10/knowhow.html' title='knowhow'/><author><name>Squid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07818389410273420194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/12/16799065_d9cfe0027f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
