<?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-9100162136684448913</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:24:26.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'>solosilas</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solosilas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100162136684448913/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solosilas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>solosilas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312788869524268918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJ2fDlNTgGo/ScNBU-9nM2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/qNKK7rp6pz8/S220/summerfallwinter+091.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100162136684448913.post-7695496215886585413</id><published>2010-06-16T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T10:47:06.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bike rallys and why you shouldnt bring a date</title><content type='html'>well, i just got back from a larger bike rally the other day (about 40,000 people). it was clean crazy. naked people walking around, men and women both. stand-up comedians, a HYPNOTIST, good BBQ, and some bad ass bands. I didnt expect it to be as big as it was, but once i got there and settled in it was great. there was a comedian there named "bag lady sue" she was very funny, and had a good show. got to see kentucky headhunters, and blackstone cherry. That was the highlight right there. but there were several smaller bands that did an exellent job. between the bands they used contests that got women naked as filler. some of it was entertaining, and some of it was a little redundant, anyhow, i had lots of fun and got sunburned to holy hell, so it was a good time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJ2fDlNTgGo/TBkNsiloCcI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ElMR9_8GitQ/s1600/bag_lady_sue_02.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJ2fDlNTgGo/TBkNsiloCcI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ElMR9_8GitQ/s320/bag_lady_sue_02.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483429080150313410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;this is bag lady sue, she was friggin hilarious rememeber, always sniff before you eat. later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9100162136684448913-7695496215886585413?l=solosilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solosilas.blogspot.com/feeds/7695496215886585413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solosilas.blogspot.com/2010/06/bike-rallys-and-why-you-shouldnt-bring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100162136684448913/posts/default/7695496215886585413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100162136684448913/posts/default/7695496215886585413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solosilas.blogspot.com/2010/06/bike-rallys-and-why-you-shouldnt-bring.html' title='bike rallys and why you shouldnt bring a date'/><author><name>solosilas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312788869524268918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJ2fDlNTgGo/ScNBU-9nM2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/qNKK7rp6pz8/S220/summerfallwinter+091.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJ2fDlNTgGo/TBkNsiloCcI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ElMR9_8GitQ/s72-c/bag_lady_sue_02.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100162136684448913.post-1394323163560708479</id><published>2010-04-16T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T11:27:16.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tales of the road</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJ2fDlNTgGo/S8irxDSvzsI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/UpbNKCnCoaw/s1600/big+springs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJ2fDlNTgGo/S8irxDSvzsI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/UpbNKCnCoaw/s320/big+springs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460803407372603074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I was pondering what to do for my weekend last week and decided to go for a long ride. So wednesday i loaded up a few shirts and left out on my bike looking for a small adventure. About 70 miles into the trip i see a small park sign, so I decided to stop in and view the scenery. It was absolutely beautiful. The park was called Big Springs, and it was a very neat place. The springs the gave it its name were indeed big, huge would be a better word for it. Water was boiling out of the ground in a area about the size of my home. the views were incredible. After I was finished strolling around the park, I went on with my trip. Several hundred miles later I came to Joplin, Mo. My old home town for those who didn't know. I had a wonderful time there. This morning they were threatening rain, so I packed up everything and left out around 530 am. Before the sunrise, leaving me in the dark with nothing but my thoughts, and the steady rumble of my bike to keep me company. I pondered many things on this trip. Friendships gained, lost, and faded over time, and how those people have affected me and helped to make me the person I am today. I continued thinking on this as the sun lazily peeked over the horizon to lend me its warmth. As it climbed higher in the sky I gained a new road companion, a very cute girl in a late 60's model chevy nova. She ran alongside me and we exchanged smiles and glances for the better part of a hundred miles, unfortunately we parted ways when i had to pull off for fuel. As brief as it was it made the ride a little less lonely. Friendships found, even as brief or as simple as they may be, a friend will make a difference in your day. I made it home in one piece and unpacked my things, so now as I sit here brushing the tangles and knots out of my hair I ponder these things. I hope you all have a good day, and I will try to update a little more often. later days! This Pic is of the springs, it really doesn't so them justice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9100162136684448913-1394323163560708479?l=solosilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solosilas.blogspot.com/feeds/1394323163560708479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solosilas.blogspot.com/2010/04/tales-of-road.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100162136684448913/posts/default/1394323163560708479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100162136684448913/posts/default/1394323163560708479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solosilas.blogspot.com/2010/04/tales-of-road.html' title='tales of the road'/><author><name>solosilas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312788869524268918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJ2fDlNTgGo/ScNBU-9nM2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/qNKK7rp6pz8/S220/summerfallwinter+091.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJ2fDlNTgGo/S8irxDSvzsI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/UpbNKCnCoaw/s72-c/big+springs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100162136684448913.post-880169535768060264</id><published>2010-03-25T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T18:22:16.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>spring? maybe? sorta?</title><content type='html'>well spring is kinda here...at least by what the calender says. snow a week after st patrick's day? crazy stuff that is. Darn global warming making it snow when its supposed to be warm and sunny. I've been doing alot of goofing off lately, I mean ALOT, and its been fun, but now its time for work and chores....damnit. I hate work and chores, maybe some day ill figure a way out of it, but not today. prolly not ever. So anyways, just a bit of my life in type, later days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJ2fDlNTgGo/S6wLl0e1wXI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ZHSzqMCfPjg/s1600/0804091719.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJ2fDlNTgGo/S6wLl0e1wXI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ZHSzqMCfPjg/s320/0804091719.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452745993209889138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember: Never be afraid to slow down, life is too short to cheapen by rushing through it. enjoy your days and always have time for your friends. later days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9100162136684448913-880169535768060264?l=solosilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solosilas.blogspot.com/feeds/880169535768060264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solosilas.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-maybe-sorta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100162136684448913/posts/default/880169535768060264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100162136684448913/posts/default/880169535768060264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solosilas.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-maybe-sorta.html' title='spring? maybe? sorta?'/><author><name>solosilas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312788869524268918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJ2fDlNTgGo/ScNBU-9nM2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/qNKK7rp6pz8/S220/summerfallwinter+091.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJ2fDlNTgGo/S6wLl0e1wXI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ZHSzqMCfPjg/s72-c/0804091719.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100162136684448913.post-7692133096608261417</id><published>2009-12-02T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T05:54:07.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fishing trip, and the rules of bullshit</title><content type='html'>ahh fishing, I love it. We took a two day trip to the lake to enjoy a little bit of the outdoors and sun. we caught absolutely nothing. But its cool cause we had a fella give us all of his fish, which is where the rules of bullshit come in. We can home all proud of the fish that we had, because they were good fish, but we never told everyone that we CAUGHT them. They just assume so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules of bullshit #1: make sure it is always based on a true event, no matter how perposterous the lie is, if its slightly true you can keep a straight face easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule #2: carry evidence, it's hard to believe bullshit without any evidence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule #3: make it at least half believable, otherwise its just stupid to try. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule #4: have witnesses, power in numbers people, no matter how stupid the lie is, the more you can get to back you, the more believable it becomes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule #5: don't make a big deal of it, act casual, if you begin bragging it up then they will start asking questions, and then you will have to come clean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule #6: If a suspicious person starts asking questions, either change the subject or act like you never heard them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule #7: If you are found out then come clean, its simple bullshit people, you didn't murder your friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJ2fDlNTgGo/SxfCUaBVTqI/AAAAAAAAAEA/B6ptwrSDrEc/s1600-h/1201090808.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJ2fDlNTgGo/SxfCUaBVTqI/AAAAAAAAAEA/B6ptwrSDrEc/s320/1201090808.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411007133147025058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this pic was taken at lake wappapello at sunrise, I love that lake, so peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Remember...riding faster than everyone else only guaruntees that you'll be riding alone. later days people&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9100162136684448913-7692133096608261417?l=solosilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solosilas.blogspot.com/feeds/7692133096608261417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solosilas.blogspot.com/2009/12/fishing-trip-and-rules-of-bullshit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100162136684448913/posts/default/7692133096608261417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100162136684448913/posts/default/7692133096608261417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solosilas.blogspot.com/2009/12/fishing-trip-and-rules-of-bullshit.html' title='fishing trip, and the rules of bullshit'/><author><name>solosilas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312788869524268918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJ2fDlNTgGo/ScNBU-9nM2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/qNKK7rp6pz8/S220/summerfallwinter+091.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJ2fDlNTgGo/SxfCUaBVTqI/AAAAAAAAAEA/B6ptwrSDrEc/s72-c/1201090808.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100162136684448913.post-8001199450863966979</id><published>2009-11-21T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T09:09:50.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>winter, deer season, and near death</title><content type='html'>Ahh, winter is upon us..and all the "joy" that comes with it. The hunting seasons, the weather, the holidays, I love most of it. Deer season is almost a national holiday around here, It's a wonderful excuse to get outside, which i love to do. Unfortunately for me the quality of people that choose to celebrate this wonderfull week with me is gradually declining, people just looking for an excuse to hold a gun. To say the least bullets whizzing over my head does not constitute a good time....It saddens me to see such poor behavior in outdoors men. Then Thanksgiving, A time of much cooking, more house work and family gathering with all the gossip and groaning that goes with that. I can't wait for that to be over. The best part of thanksgiving is the music, all of my family plays instruments, so when we gather its almost like a concert. Love it. and then christmas..... Where to begin, the over commercialization?, The constant fear of offending someone by saying CHRISTmas? they want you to say happy holidays so as not to offend non-christians, what a load of bull, non-christians dont give a rats behind as to what we think, why are we so worried about offending them? Then the guilt of getting presents when you can't afford to buy any for your friends. I am not sure I like Christmas. Not sure at all. Ok, that is my yearly rant on winter, besides all of that i friggin love the season, the cold air..the trees changing color, the snow..its a beautiful time of year with lots of family gathering and good food. too bad we need a holiday as an excuse to get together though....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJ2fDlNTgGo/SwgedHj1vLI/AAAAAAAAAD4/SvNVCn3ZcxM/s1600/summerfallwinter+129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJ2fDlNTgGo/SwgedHj1vLI/AAAAAAAAAD4/SvNVCn3ZcxM/s320/summerfallwinter+129.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406604838252690610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember....A good mechanic will let you watch without charging you for it...&lt;br /&gt;later days people&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9100162136684448913-8001199450863966979?l=solosilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solosilas.blogspot.com/feeds/8001199450863966979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solosilas.blogspot.com/2009/11/winter-deer-season-and-near-death.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100162136684448913/posts/default/8001199450863966979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100162136684448913/posts/default/8001199450863966979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solosilas.blogspot.com/2009/11/winter-deer-season-and-near-death.html' title='winter, deer season, and near death'/><author><name>solosilas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312788869524268918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJ2fDlNTgGo/ScNBU-9nM2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/qNKK7rp6pz8/S220/summerfallwinter+091.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJ2fDlNTgGo/SwgedHj1vLI/AAAAAAAAAD4/SvNVCn3ZcxM/s72-c/summerfallwinter+129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100162136684448913.post-2804995586385983584</id><published>2009-11-10T00:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T00:11:52.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>sleep work sleep, thats all i've been doing lately, now i kinda miss being unemployed..lol oh well, thats the way life goes i guess. im just ready to get some money set back so as to start building cars and bikes again. I really miss twisting wrenches. my friend at work says i need to start a bike shop here in town as there isnt one. I may someday, but for now its pay bills and sleep. =( so sad.. and to make matters worse, I sleep during the day when everyone else is awake..no one to go shoot pool with or bowl, its awefull. but such is life, feel like no one really cares anyways, or reads this stupid blog, but yet i write in it... anyways later days people. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJ2fDlNTgGo/SvkgEd-xGLI/AAAAAAAAADw/DNGoVuO3mRU/s1600-h/0902091412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJ2fDlNTgGo/SvkgEd-xGLI/AAAAAAAAADw/DNGoVuO3mRU/s320/0902091412.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402384489147078834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rememeber..winter is natures way to tell you to polish you bike&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9100162136684448913-2804995586385983584?l=solosilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solosilas.blogspot.com/feeds/2804995586385983584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solosilas.blogspot.com/2009/11/random-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100162136684448913/posts/default/2804995586385983584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100162136684448913/posts/default/2804995586385983584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solosilas.blogspot.com/2009/11/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>solosilas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312788869524268918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJ2fDlNTgGo/ScNBU-9nM2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/qNKK7rp6pz8/S220/summerfallwinter+091.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJ2fDlNTgGo/SvkgEd-xGLI/AAAAAAAAADw/DNGoVuO3mRU/s72-c/0902091412.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100162136684448913.post-6671782557746658223</id><published>2009-10-16T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T08:36:18.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random thoughts</title><content type='html'>Ah..Fall is here, the trees are changing from their usually green to a wonderful array of color. It's beautiful. I have been working overnights... It's not to bad. just gotta get used to not sleeping is all. I am ready for some cool weather and maybe some frost. I hope that I can get used to the sleep thing in time for spring. gotta get my weekend rides in, or I get a bit cranky..lol. well I'm gonna head out for now. Time for bed. later all! XD&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJ2fDlNTgGo/StiSjXsASqI/AAAAAAAAADo/aDxuuDlQdYo/s1600-h/dirtroad4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJ2fDlNTgGo/StiSjXsASqI/AAAAAAAAADo/aDxuuDlQdYo/s320/dirtroad4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393221690127829666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  remember, every day is a beautiful day, because beauty is in the eye if the beholder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9100162136684448913-6671782557746658223?l=solosilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solosilas.blogspot.com/feeds/6671782557746658223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solosilas.blogspot.com/2009/10/ah.html#comment-form' title='0 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100162136684448913.post-3888498940727423186</id><published>2009-10-02T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T10:27:47.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>old music, for your pleasure</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HyAKNRmB2B8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HyAKNRmB2B8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the great mississippi john hurt's "salty dog"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BvRxA8gR7bw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BvRxA8gR7bw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"spike driver's blues"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9100162136684448913-3888498940727423186?l=solosilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solosilas.blogspot.com/feeds/3888498940727423186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solosilas.blogspot.com/2009/10/old-music-for-your-pleasure.html#comment-form' title='0 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type='text'>Fiesta me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJ2fDlNTgGo/SsTsX4sa8RI/AAAAAAAAACg/hUS4OJlLxaw/s1600-h/screenshot016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJ2fDlNTgGo/SsTsX4sa8RI/AAAAAAAAACg/hUS4OJlLxaw/s320/screenshot016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387690949341802770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJ2fDlNTgGo/SsTsXs6uZ-I/AAAAAAAAACY/tVos-zY7s4o/s1600-h/screenshot035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJ2fDlNTgGo/SsTsXs6uZ-I/AAAAAAAAACY/tVos-zY7s4o/s320/screenshot035.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387690946180573154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJ2fDlNTgGo/SsTrgXNRmKI/AAAAAAAAACA/Yg4qsQ4l0EU/s1600-h/screenshot037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJ2fDlNTgGo/SsTrgXNRmKI/AAAAAAAAACA/Yg4qsQ4l0EU/s320/screenshot037.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387689995459991714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJ2fDlNTgGo/SsTrf3gsPVI/AAAAAAAAAB4/_rqV9N8X1X0/s1600-h/screenshot025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJ2fDlNTgGo/SsTrf3gsPVI/AAAAAAAAAB4/_rqV9N8X1X0/s320/screenshot025.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387689986951494994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJ2fDlNTgGo/SsTrfuL6TBI/AAAAAAAAABw/aUwEsUhlmzU/s1600-h/screenshot012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJ2fDlNTgGo/SsTrfuL6TBI/AAAAAAAAABw/aUwEsUhlmzU/s320/screenshot012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387689984448416786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJ2fDlNTgGo/SsTrfRGfo7I/AAAAAAAAABo/9VO-09HMDCg/s1600-h/screenshot001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJ2fDlNTgGo/SsTrfRGfo7I/AAAAAAAAABo/9VO-09HMDCg/s320/screenshot001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387689976641070002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJ2fDlNTgGo/SsTre-PL6gI/AAAAAAAAABg/MHFiVG1IJq0/s1600-h/screenshot039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJ2fDlNTgGo/SsTre-PL6gI/AAAAAAAAABg/MHFiVG1IJq0/s320/screenshot039.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387689971577252354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few picks I've taken from the game enjoy :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9100162136684448913-1405281908134231105?l=solosilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solosilas.blogspot.com/feeds/1405281908134231105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solosilas.blogspot.com/2009/10/fiesta-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100162136684448913/posts/default/1405281908134231105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100162136684448913/posts/default/1405281908134231105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solosilas.blogspot.com/2009/10/fiesta-me.html' title='Fiesta me'/><author><name>solosilas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312788869524268918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJ2fDlNTgGo/ScNBU-9nM2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/qNKK7rp6pz8/S220/summerfallwinter+091.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJ2fDlNTgGo/SsTsX4sa8RI/AAAAAAAAACg/hUS4OJlLxaw/s72-c/screenshot016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100162136684448913.post-2732128729894085419</id><published>2009-09-29T14:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T14:57:32.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>job</title><content type='html'>well it looks like my two month long stretch of being unemployed has come to an end, unless something horrible happens. So now i sit back and ponder what i have learned from this experience. From the ups-and downs. The worrying about where the gas money was going to come from, and I feel that I have walked away from this a bit wiser, maybe not smarter, but wiser sure. Its a lame job, but I'm glad to get it none the less. The lessons we learn in everyday life are essential to our growth and maturity into fine adults. So perhaps the things we worry about, we should just sit back and learn from? later people.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJ2fDlNTgGo/SsKClKTT0uI/AAAAAAAAABY/MvZKBt7WFEQ/s1600-h/mised+mashed+085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJ2fDlNTgGo/SsKClKTT0uI/AAAAAAAAABY/MvZKBt7WFEQ/s320/mised+mashed+085.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387011679220650722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember: If you wait, all that happens is that you grow older. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Go for it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9100162136684448913-2732128729894085419?l=solosilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solosilas.blogspot.com/feeds/2732128729894085419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solosilas.blogspot.com/2009/09/job.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100162136684448913/posts/default/2732128729894085419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100162136684448913/posts/default/2732128729894085419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solosilas.blogspot.com/2009/09/job.html' title='job'/><author><name>solosilas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312788869524268918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJ2fDlNTgGo/ScNBU-9nM2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/qNKK7rp6pz8/S220/summerfallwinter+091.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJ2fDlNTgGo/SsKClKTT0uI/AAAAAAAAABY/MvZKBt7WFEQ/s72-c/mised+mashed+085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100162136684448913.post-6731195823974399987</id><published>2009-09-28T11:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T11:36:38.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the great outdoors</title><content type='html'>today me and my grandfather went for a walk through the woods to a wonderful spot in an old creek bed. I saw a few deer, and the squirrels were hiding from the wind. its was pretty windy. Things like that make me kinda feel sorry for the people who never really get to experience that kind of stuff first hand. I understand how people in the cities have lost their way, and turned toward artificial means of life can be so downtrodden and anti-religion. How can they understand what they have themselves never experienced? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJ2fDlNTgGo/SsEBWklAxII/AAAAAAAAABQ/iFR9l2MfoZM/s1600-h/mised+mashed+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJ2fDlNTgGo/SsEBWklAxII/AAAAAAAAABQ/iFR9l2MfoZM/s320/mised+mashed+029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386588116599489666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    Its a beautiful world out there. go out and enjoy it. Anyways, I'm going to go for a long motorcycle ride and squeeze all i can outta the good weather before old man winter smiles on me. XD later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember, never race an old fart. he may have one more gear than you. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9100162136684448913-6731195823974399987?l=solosilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solosilas.blogspot.com/feeds/6731195823974399987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solosilas.blogspot.com/2009/09/great-outdoors.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100162136684448913/posts/default/6731195823974399987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100162136684448913/posts/default/6731195823974399987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solosilas.blogspot.com/2009/09/great-outdoors.html' title='the great outdoors'/><author><name>solosilas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312788869524268918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJ2fDlNTgGo/ScNBU-9nM2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/qNKK7rp6pz8/S220/summerfallwinter+091.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJ2fDlNTgGo/SsEBWklAxII/AAAAAAAAABQ/iFR9l2MfoZM/s72-c/mised+mashed+029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100162136684448913.post-5506778837167286001</id><published>2009-09-25T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T15:35:46.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>poor</title><content type='html'>being poor is a funny thing. it has opened my eyes in a way that i never would have believed. Dont get me worng, i've never had much money, but ive always had some. now being flat broke makes me appreciate all the things i still have. the other day i thanked god for a chocolate chip cookie i bought at a gas station. it was the best cookie i had had in a very long time. the simple things are so much more enjoyable, and its very easy to see where my priorities are now a days, cause i can afford them as opposed to the things i just want. makes me wonder what i have taken for granted in the past, been doing alot of thinking. anyways im gonna head out. later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you truly love life without fully understanding it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9100162136684448913-5506778837167286001?l=solosilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solosilas.blogspot.com/feeds/5506778837167286001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solosilas.blogspot.com/2009/09/poor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100162136684448913/posts/default/5506778837167286001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100162136684448913/posts/default/5506778837167286001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solosilas.blogspot.com/2009/09/poor.html' title='poor'/><author><name>solosilas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312788869524268918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJ2fDlNTgGo/ScNBU-9nM2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/qNKK7rp6pz8/S220/summerfallwinter+091.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100162136684448913.post-7466867380756716261</id><published>2009-09-23T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T19:34:18.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random thoughts</title><content type='html'>ok so i been thinking, and it hurts my head. why do people lean towards anarchy from time to time, is it a natural response? some sort of built in antiresponsibility mechanism? perhaps i should ponder this some more. Oh and why is it that fast food always tastes worse after eating a mint? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember: the grass may be greener on the other side, but its not without its difficulties too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJ2fDlNTgGo/SrraihCa-4I/AAAAAAAAABI/Gby0JmjGxKk/s1600-h/6a00d8341c7ae753ef011168fb66da970c-800wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJ2fDlNTgGo/SrraihCa-4I/AAAAAAAAABI/Gby0JmjGxKk/s320/6a00d8341c7ae753ef011168fb66da970c-800wi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384856590993783682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9100162136684448913-7466867380756716261?l=solosilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solosilas.blogspot.com/feeds/7466867380756716261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solosilas.blogspot.com/2009/09/random-thoughts_23.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100162136684448913/posts/default/7466867380756716261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100162136684448913/posts/default/7466867380756716261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solosilas.blogspot.com/2009/09/random-thoughts_23.html' title='random thoughts'/><author><name>solosilas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312788869524268918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJ2fDlNTgGo/ScNBU-9nM2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/qNKK7rp6pz8/S220/summerfallwinter+091.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJ2fDlNTgGo/SrraihCa-4I/AAAAAAAAABI/Gby0JmjGxKk/s72-c/6a00d8341c7ae753ef011168fb66da970c-800wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100162136684448913.post-7462105639532649515</id><published>2009-09-19T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T13:50:11.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>old school</title><content type='html'>So i went to a civil war reenactment today, it was pretty cool. Cannons and gun powder everywhere. the sound was deafening. people in authentic dress. I think i would like to get into that. I already have the gun, just need to make meself the clothes. Old stuff like that always interests me, I think I would have enjoyed living in those times very much. Bear grease mosquito repellant and lye soap. living off the land and selling hides for bullets and food. it would have been a blast. well i gots to go and practice my archery a bit, deer season started a week ago and i havent gone yet. later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never bet on a dead horse, of course at least the dead horse would have better odds than winning the lottery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9100162136684448913-7462105639532649515?l=solosilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solosilas.blogspot.com/feeds/7462105639532649515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solosilas.blogspot.com/2009/09/old-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100162136684448913/posts/default/7462105639532649515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100162136684448913/posts/default/7462105639532649515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solosilas.blogspot.com/2009/09/old-school.html' title='old school'/><author><name>solosilas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312788869524268918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJ2fDlNTgGo/ScNBU-9nM2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/qNKK7rp6pz8/S220/summerfallwinter+091.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100162136684448913.post-8649161486737978453</id><published>2009-09-18T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T14:10:24.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nudist colony=no more laundry??</title><content type='html'>so I was doing the laundry the other day and thought to myself "i really hate laundry" so i considered joining a nudist colony to avoid any further laundry-esque inconveniences. Hmm, be naked all day, or do the laundry once a week. boy thats a tempting thought. it would have to be in a warm spot though, being naked and cold just doesnt appeal to me. and there would have to be some pretty girls there, cause being naked around a bunch of guys is just creepy. but then id have to get into shape. i mean good shape, cause a fat dude looks even worse naked, trust me i see myself every day, its aweful. well i better get back to work, the goat is eating miss june's prize roses again, and as funny as it is i dont want to see my goat go to jail over a rose. later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Having a career and having a life arn't the same thing, remember that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9100162136684448913-8649161486737978453?l=solosilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solosilas.blogspot.com/feeds/8649161486737978453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solosilas.blogspot.com/2009/09/nudist-colonyno-more-laundry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100162136684448913/posts/default/8649161486737978453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100162136684448913/posts/default/8649161486737978453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solosilas.blogspot.com/2009/09/nudist-colonyno-more-laundry.html' title='nudist colony=no more laundry??'/><author><name>solosilas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312788869524268918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJ2fDlNTgGo/ScNBU-9nM2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/qNKK7rp6pz8/S220/summerfallwinter+091.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100162136684448913.post-3685678485760661517</id><published>2009-09-13T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T22:57:22.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random thoughts</title><content type='html'>blah bah blha (even my thoughts can't spell) lol. i was just chillin and playing my guitar the other day when somebody tells me i cant play at all, turns out they thought i was playing a totally diff song. what a jerk. playing an instrument like the guitar is alot of fun, but at the same time and for the same reasons it can really suck. you like a rock song, learn it. poof you rock! but then people are like can you play this? no. why not? cause it sucks. well your stupid and suck cause you cant play the song i want. thats the way it goes. been thinking of doing some writing. got a few books, but they suck raw eggs and i wouldn't read them to my dog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever wondered why they use real lemons in floor cleaner, but artificially flavor lemonade? it kinda bothers me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9100162136684448913-3685678485760661517?l=solosilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solosilas.blogspot.com/feeds/3685678485760661517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solosilas.blogspot.com/2009/09/random-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100162136684448913/posts/default/3685678485760661517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100162136684448913/posts/default/3685678485760661517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solosilas.blogspot.com/2009/09/random-thoughts.html' title='random thoughts'/><author><name>solosilas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312788869524268918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJ2fDlNTgGo/ScNBU-9nM2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/qNKK7rp6pz8/S220/summerfallwinter+091.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100162136684448913.post-5949330307379263026</id><published>2009-09-07T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T14:22:41.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9100162136684448913-5949330307379263026?l=solosilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solosilas.blogspot.com/feeds/5949330307379263026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solosilas.blogspot.com/2009/09/well-here-goes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100162136684448913/posts/default/5949330307379263026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100162136684448913/posts/default/5949330307379263026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solosilas.blogspot.com/2009/09/well-here-goes.html' title=''/><author><name>solosilas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312788869524268918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJ2fDlNTgGo/ScNBU-9nM2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/qNKK7rp6pz8/S220/summerfallwinter+091.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100162136684448913.post-2437039658489700921</id><published>2009-09-07T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T12:31:50.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a letter to my fans</title><content type='html'>well, for all of you you are bored enough to read my blog, you know that i haven't been on in a while, the last few weeks have been pretty crazy. first of all, let me go back to July...My birthday is July 28, I just turned 24. On july 22 my now ex-wife finalized our divorce, a pretty horrible birthday present if you ask me. so then everybody forgets my birthday because of the previous events. So i decided that i need a break. so a few days and over 3,000 miles later (thats 5400 kilometers to my metric friends) I end up in Sturgis South Dakota on the biggest trip of my life. I need to write a separate blog about that alone sometime. so any ways, i disappeared off the map for about two weeks. nobody could find me. kinda the way i wanted it. so then, i get back from that few days of wonderful rest. Now unemployed, and homeless, i have taken up residence in my grandparents basement, some 300 miles (540 km) from my old house, (now repo) and no clue as to what to do for money, gas, or food. so any ways, thats about the last three months in a nutshell, ill probably talk about the individual events in detail at a later time. anyways. later days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9100162136684448913-2437039658489700921?l=solosilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solosilas.blogspot.com/feeds/2437039658489700921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solosilas.blogspot.com/2009/09/letter-to-my-fans.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100162136684448913/posts/default/2437039658489700921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100162136684448913/posts/default/2437039658489700921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solosilas.blogspot.com/2009/09/letter-to-my-fans.html' title='a letter to my fans'/><author><name>solosilas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312788869524268918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJ2fDlNTgGo/ScNBU-9nM2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/qNKK7rp6pz8/S220/summerfallwinter+091.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100162136684448913.post-2420128150435544127</id><published>2009-04-23T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T13:19:51.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>summer</title><content type='html'>WOOHOOO!!!!!!!!!!! time to break out the swim trunks and polish up the ole guitar and get ready for bonefire serenades. this is my fav. time of the year. the warm sun, riding the bike down back country roads in this beautiful country, setting piles of wood on fire just for an excuse to have friends over and cook hotdogs and smores. I am ready, starting with choppers for children this weekend. YA HOOO!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9100162136684448913-2420128150435544127?l=solosilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solosilas.blogspot.com/feeds/2420128150435544127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solosilas.blogspot.com/2009/04/summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100162136684448913/posts/default/2420128150435544127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100162136684448913/posts/default/2420128150435544127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solosilas.blogspot.com/2009/04/summer.html' title='summer'/><author><name>solosilas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312788869524268918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJ2fDlNTgGo/ScNBU-9nM2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/qNKK7rp6pz8/S220/summerfallwinter+091.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100162136684448913.post-6316345575469406524</id><published>2009-04-11T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T18:06:23.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fragile</title><content type='html'>so... my grandma calls the house the other day, says she got some news. Cancer. Some news right? It came out of nowhere. I am still kinda in shock. Funny how when you see someone as invincible since childhood, when you suddenly see them looking down the barrel of fate, it hits you really hard. Least it did me. Life is so fragile, but at the same time so easy to take for granted, why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9100162136684448913-6316345575469406524?l=solosilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solosilas.blogspot.com/feeds/6316345575469406524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solosilas.blogspot.com/2009/04/fragile.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100162136684448913/posts/default/6316345575469406524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100162136684448913/posts/default/6316345575469406524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solosilas.blogspot.com/2009/04/fragile.html' title='fragile'/><author><name>solosilas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312788869524268918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJ2fDlNTgGo/ScNBU-9nM2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/qNKK7rp6pz8/S220/summerfallwinter+091.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100162136684448913.post-6913511484543495571</id><published>2009-03-24T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T01:57:39.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tired</title><content type='html'>wow. it seems like no matter how much sleep I get or how much I rest, I am always tired. I feel like I could lay down and sleep forever and still be sleepy. Not sure why either. Probably dying from something and just don't know it. oh well, gotta go sometime I suppose. Just wish I had more energy to get some of this work done around here. Its just regular house stuff, but I'd like it done before summer hits and I would rather be out riding and camping than house work. That and if I am dying my lil bro would hate me to leave him all my chores. HAHAHA. *sighs* well I'm done for now. Later all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9100162136684448913-6913511484543495571?l=solosilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solosilas.blogspot.com/feeds/6913511484543495571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solosilas.blogspot.com/2009/03/tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100162136684448913/posts/default/6913511484543495571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100162136684448913/posts/default/6913511484543495571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solosilas.blogspot.com/2009/03/tired.html' title='tired'/><author><name>solosilas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312788869524268918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJ2fDlNTgGo/ScNBU-9nM2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/qNKK7rp6pz8/S220/summerfallwinter+091.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100162136684448913.post-5630815545751328915</id><published>2009-03-19T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T00:04:02.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a taste of happiness</title><content type='html'>So i have just been moping around my house depressed for the last few days, thinking mostly about how my life completly sucks compared to what i had planned for it by now. So with this on my mind, I called in sick to work and decided to go bar hopping alone on ST. Patricks Day. maybe id find a nice place to hang out i thought. well i got out and out of the blue started running into friends that i hadn't hung out with since high school. so i spent the whole night catching up with a BUNCH of old friends. people i hadn't spoken to in years. met more new friends than I will bother to count too. the day turned from depression to just plain awesome in a matter of a few hours. got to hear an awesome jam band and had a wonderful time. it was good. Maybe things are starting to look up for ol' Solo.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9100162136684448913-5630815545751328915?l=solosilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solosilas.blogspot.com/feeds/5630815545751328915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solosilas.blogspot.com/2009/03/taste-of-happiness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100162136684448913/posts/default/5630815545751328915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100162136684448913/posts/default/5630815545751328915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solosilas.blogspot.com/2009/03/taste-of-happiness.html' title='a taste of happiness'/><author><name>solosilas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312788869524268918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJ2fDlNTgGo/ScNBU-9nM2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/qNKK7rp6pz8/S220/summerfallwinter+091.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100162136684448913.post-211643881744851499</id><published>2009-03-17T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T03:54:22.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>misc. stuff i like</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="pyzam-funnypic-start" style="display:none"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pyzam.com/funnypictures/details/8026"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stuff.pyzam.com/funnypics/e/Image23.jpg" alt="Church Wars funny picture" title="Church Wars funny picture" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pyzam.com/funnypictures"&gt;Funny Pics&lt;/a&gt; &amp; &lt;a href="http://www.pyzam.com/myspacelayouts"&gt;MySpace Layouts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://stuff.pyzam.com/misc/CXNID=1000015.69NXC.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="pyzam-funnypic-end" style="display:none"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ee735pZ6kxk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ee735pZ6kxk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9100162136684448913-211643881744851499?l=solosilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solosilas.blogspot.com/feeds/211643881744851499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solosilas.blogspot.com/2009/03/misc-stuff-i-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100162136684448913/posts/default/211643881744851499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100162136684448913/posts/default/211643881744851499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solosilas.blogspot.com/2009/03/misc-stuff-i-like.html' title='misc. stuff i like'/><author><name>solosilas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312788869524268918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJ2fDlNTgGo/ScNBU-9nM2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/qNKK7rp6pz8/S220/summerfallwinter+091.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100162136684448913.post-5867084698027163626</id><published>2009-03-17T02:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T02:51:54.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>habits...</title><content type='html'>have you ever caught yourself doing something...alot, and then get annoyed that your doing it? For instance, saying a word way more than any word should ever be said? I wonder why we do such things. I think it all comes from our basic desire to be accepted by the people around us. Our want to fit in, so we just copy the things that our immediate commrades do, and maybe in the proccess take it a little to far. Those sort of things really bother me. I guess because I have always tried to be different, but catch myself trying to fit in at the same time. My friend calls it the "herd" instinct. like cattle. thats why we use the media to determine popular fashion. it all goes back to fitting in, and just like individuals... the popular beliefs have changed many times over the years. In medevil Europe it was considered a SIN to bathe. Now higene is one of the biggest industries in the world. think about it. smoking in the us. in WW1 and WW2 U.S. forces were givin cigarettes in thier rations.. now there are whole towns that have banned smoking within city limits, and guess who is leading the pack with the most anti smoking adds? philip morris, only the biggest tobacco company in the U.S. Fitting in is a very strange instinct. tis why I feel that you should do what you like as apposed to what is popular,cause who knows in a few years it might be the "in" thing....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9100162136684448913-5867084698027163626?l=solosilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solosilas.blogspot.com/feeds/5867084698027163626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solosilas.blogspot.com/2009/03/habits.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100162136684448913/posts/default/5867084698027163626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100162136684448913/posts/default/5867084698027163626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solosilas.blogspot.com/2009/03/habits.html' title='habits...'/><author><name>solosilas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312788869524268918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJ2fDlNTgGo/ScNBU-9nM2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/qNKK7rp6pz8/S220/summerfallwinter+091.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100162136684448913.post-3592749327149661130</id><published>2009-03-16T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T01:39:30.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely</title><content type='html'>man its weird walking around an empty house that used to be filled with people non stop. its like your the only person left who cares about you. hollow. thats a good way to decribe it. you feel hollow and empty. it would be nice just to have someone to lean on you when you watch a movie, but nobody is here but the dog. even the dog seems depressed about not having anybody around. I feel like I could just climb on my motorcycle and ride off and dissapear and never be missed. its hard trying to live feeling this way. its hard. only a few friends have kept me around. just a few.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9100162136684448913-3592749327149661130?l=solosilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solosilas.blogspot.com/feeds/3592749327149661130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solosilas.blogspot.com/2009/03/lonely.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100162136684448913/posts/default/3592749327149661130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100162136684448913/posts/default/3592749327149661130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solosilas.blogspot.com/2009/03/lonely.html' title='Lonely'/><author><name>solosilas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312788869524268918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJ2fDlNTgGo/ScNBU-9nM2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/qNKK7rp6pz8/S220/summerfallwinter+091.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
