<?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-6053249876745124029</id><updated>2011-07-08T06:39:38.264-06:00</updated><category term='Friends'/><category term='4H'/><category term='Scooter'/><category term='Swimming'/><category term='Church'/><category term='Roommates'/><category term='Jamba'/><category term='Cooking'/><category term='Football'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Sports Camps'/><category term='School'/><title type='text'>Title In Progress</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456341163203482792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053249876745124029.post-8849323988150607665</id><published>2009-11-22T11:59:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T12:13:30.562-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4H'/><title type='text'>4H</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I realize that's it's been over 2 months since I've lasted put up a post here and that all it I did was a cryptic post about how I have a 4H group so here's my explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in September a friend of ours, Megan, got a job as the 4H coordinator for an Elementary School in Orem. She knew that I did theatre in high school so she asked me if I wanted to be the group leader for a club. I thought it sounded pretty fun so I said sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I found myself in charge of 13 kids between 4th and 6th grade. We had good times as we learned about Upstage Left and Down Center Stage. I (kind of) taught them how to project their voices. We even did a few improv games. Then came the time to decide what we were going to do for our Parent Showcase. Well it made sense to have them put on a play but the tough part was figuring out what play. It could only be about 10 minutes because all of the other clubs were doing something for their parents too. So I decided to bring out the Shakespeare in me and write a play. It's called the 3 Wolves. It's the stories of the 3 Little Pigs mixed with Little Red Riding Hood and the Boy Who Cried Wolf. We'll see how it goes since 2 of the kids have moved, another told the other kids that I was "stupid" and quit coming and another just stopped showing up. I've combined as many parts as I could but if on Dec. 2nd a kid doesn't show up I just might have to make an appearance on stage... let's hope they all show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's my story. It's been a lot of fun but a little stressful as well so I don't think that I'll be able to do it again next semester.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053249876745124029-8849323988150607665?l=willpassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/feeds/8849323988150607665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6053249876745124029&amp;postID=8849323988150607665' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/8849323988150607665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/8849323988150607665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/2009/11/4h.html' title='4H'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456341163203482792</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-6053249876745124029.post-1997167018228690069</id><published>2009-09-06T18:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T18:59:58.478-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4H'/><title type='text'>Shakepeare Superstars</title><content type='html'>That's the name of the 4H club that I'm in charge of. I have 12 kids and in 10 weeks we get to put on a 10 minute play for their parents. Makiesha is amazing and taking direction and is just fantastic. Judah needs to learn to take direction and keep his behind on the ground. The other kids, only time will tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053249876745124029-1997167018228690069?l=willpassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/feeds/1997167018228690069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6053249876745124029&amp;postID=1997167018228690069' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/1997167018228690069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/1997167018228690069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/2009/09/shakepeare-superstars.html' title='Shakepeare Superstars'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456341163203482792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053249876745124029.post-7771637342581363138</id><published>2009-08-24T13:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T13:48:32.729-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Check Out The Other Blog</title><content type='html'>I'm sure many of you have been wanting some type of update as to what has been happening in my life so feel free to head on over to &lt;a href="http://willandsarapassey.blogspot.com"&gt;willandsarapassey.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; to see what we've been up to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053249876745124029-7771637342581363138?l=willpassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/feeds/7771637342581363138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6053249876745124029&amp;postID=7771637342581363138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/7771637342581363138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/7771637342581363138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/2009/08/check-out-other-blog.html' title='Check Out The Other Blog'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456341163203482792</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-6053249876745124029.post-1966568533843848250</id><published>2009-07-21T12:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T12:40:37.374-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dentist  Visit</title><content type='html'>It's been a year since I last went and I only have one cavity. The hygenist did say that I have excellent oral hygene. If only my brsuhing and flossing everyday would actually do something about my trend in cavities I'd be a little more pleased with myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053249876745124029-1966568533843848250?l=willpassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/feeds/1966568533843848250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6053249876745124029&amp;postID=1966568533843848250' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/1966568533843848250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/1966568533843848250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/2009/07/dentist-visit.html' title='Dentist  Visit'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456341163203482792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053249876745124029.post-7938884559984150082</id><published>2009-06-26T16:55:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T16:57:10.246-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports Camps'/><title type='text'>Another Win</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This was posted on Thursday on the &lt;a href="http://willandsarapassey.blogspot.com/"&gt;other blog &lt;/a&gt;that Sara has created for us. I wasn't paying attention when I was clicking around in Dashboard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;John told me that he lost one game in the middle of the day yesterday but I watched another of his games last night and they pulled off a thrilling last minute win. I saw him score a couple baskets at the beginning and a steal (or pass from the other team right to him) later on. He looked pretty good. I was talking to him after the game while we had a Jamba, he needs to be a little more aggressive on the rebounds but I really can't say much, I wasn't the most intense basketball player (unless you count my two steals I had in church ball). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just FYI: I have a meeting with the counselors at 4 and then dinner. After dinner we are with the campers. Basketball has practice/games until 9 so we just watch. Other sports have free time we have to figure out what to do, like play games or go get ice cream.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053249876745124029-7938884559984150082?l=willpassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/feeds/7938884559984150082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6053249876745124029&amp;postID=7938884559984150082' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/7938884559984150082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/7938884559984150082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-win.html' title='Another Win'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456341163203482792</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-6053249876745124029.post-3980387189039103091</id><published>2009-06-23T21:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T21:36:57.175-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports Camps'/><title type='text'>Winning</title><content type='html'>I just watched John's team win a game at Sports Camp. They looked pretty good if I do say so myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053249876745124029-3980387189039103091?l=willpassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/feeds/3980387189039103091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6053249876745124029&amp;postID=3980387189039103091' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/3980387189039103091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/3980387189039103091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/2009/06/winning.html' title='Winning'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456341163203482792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053249876745124029.post-3271018939508131275</id><published>2009-06-20T16:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T16:46:48.383-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday Night</title><content type='html'>15 boys, each with their own box of pizza running through the Tanner building, narrowly avoiding the security officer to slip into a classroom so that we could watch a movie on our free time at sports camp. It was awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053249876745124029-3271018939508131275?l=willpassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/feeds/3271018939508131275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6053249876745124029&amp;postID=3271018939508131275' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/3271018939508131275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/3271018939508131275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/2009/06/wednesday-night.html' title='Wednesday Night'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456341163203482792</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-6053249876745124029.post-8572243000181691549</id><published>2009-06-10T12:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T12:17:01.385-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports Camps'/><title type='text'>Self Control</title><content type='html'>Something I'll need to exercise while I stay in the dorms and have the option to eat at the Cannon Center.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053249876745124029-8572243000181691549?l=willpassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/feeds/8572243000181691549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6053249876745124029&amp;postID=8572243000181691549' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/8572243000181691549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/8572243000181691549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/2009/06/self-control.html' title='Self Control'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456341163203482792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053249876745124029.post-5161524009214160608</id><published>2009-06-09T14:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T14:04:23.910-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports Camps'/><title type='text'>First Day</title><content type='html'>Four kids didn't have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;counselor&lt;/span&gt; so I took them into my group. One of those kids fractured his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wrist&lt;/span&gt; during the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;field&lt;/span&gt; games trying to block a kick from another counselor. He spent a few hours in the ER then his dad picked him up this morning. I also helpped another kid who might have broken one of his toes. At least I wasn't bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053249876745124029-5161524009214160608?l=willpassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/feeds/5161524009214160608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6053249876745124029&amp;postID=5161524009214160608' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/5161524009214160608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/5161524009214160608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-day.html' title='First Day'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456341163203482792</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-6053249876745124029.post-8564591246460617009</id><published>2009-06-08T07:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T14:04:38.152-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports Camps'/><title type='text'>Beginning Sports Camps</title><content type='html'>I haven't written because I haven't felt that anything interesting has happened well things are about to change. Last Wednesday I went the counselor retreat and today the games begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The retreat was at Spring Haven where we spent about 2 hours actually discussing what's going to happen at the camps the rest was spent playing games. Around midnight I was rather tired so I pulled out the inflatable mattress that I borrowed from Brent and Amber put it in the middle of the room where the piano was being played, ESPN was on and yelling and cheering could be heard through the open door where volleyball was being played. I fell asleep in a matter of minutes and the next morning not only were all the boys jealous (I was the only one to bring a mattress) but the girls were all impressed that as they all were leaving out half of the lodge to go to bed that with all the noise I could stay asleep. I can sleep through just about anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just hope that if children are in mortal danger or are in the process of ripping a door off it's hinges that I'd wake up for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053249876745124029-8564591246460617009?l=willpassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/feeds/8564591246460617009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6053249876745124029&amp;postID=8564591246460617009' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/8564591246460617009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/8564591246460617009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/2009/06/beginning-sports-camps.html' title='Beginning Sports Camps'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456341163203482792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053249876745124029.post-6688899685409054423</id><published>2009-05-05T13:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T13:02:27.346-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Online Gallery</title><content type='html'>Here's the &lt;a href="https://kalileenstra.lifepics.com/"&gt;Gallery&lt;/a&gt;. The login is Sara and Will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053249876745124029-6688899685409054423?l=willpassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/feeds/6688899685409054423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6053249876745124029&amp;postID=6688899685409054423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/6688899685409054423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/6688899685409054423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/2009/05/online-gallery.html' title='Online Gallery'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456341163203482792</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-6053249876745124029.post-4297486379331764042</id><published>2009-05-01T15:26:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T15:27:50.557-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Engagment Pictures</title><content type='html'>We took pictures on Monday. The photographer posted a few on her &lt;a href="http://kalileenstraphoto.com/blog/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; and she said the rest will be up on an online gallery in the next few days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053249876745124029-4297486379331764042?l=willpassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/feeds/4297486379331764042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6053249876745124029&amp;postID=4297486379331764042' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/4297486379331764042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/4297486379331764042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/2009/05/engagment-pictures.html' title='Engagment Pictures'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456341163203482792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053249876745124029.post-8018041611113998914</id><published>2009-04-18T15:02:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T15:08:19.180-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>And Done</title><content type='html'>Four finals in two days. Three being simple multiple choice tests done in less than an hour but one being 10 essay questions with a page to write about for each one. After three hours of writing and a hand in pain all I can say is that it's done. I'll have a whole week here with nothing to do but work and relax. How great is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really great. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I like answering rhetorical questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053249876745124029-8018041611113998914?l=willpassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/feeds/8018041611113998914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6053249876745124029&amp;postID=8018041611113998914' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/8018041611113998914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/8018041611113998914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-done.html' title='And Done'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456341163203482792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053249876745124029.post-4522173540482906266</id><published>2009-04-14T10:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T10:52:10.942-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost and Found</title><content type='html'>I lost my cell phone charger last week. I thought I left it at home when I went there for conference weekend. My phone went dead on Wednesday and I lost contact with the world. When I went back on Friday night it was nowhere to be found. In Provo I had cleaned my room three times and went through my apartment twice, I couldn't find it. Finally, yesterday I broke down and bought a new charger. I came home, plugged it into the wall and I found my lost charger sitting on the floor below the socket. I have no idea where it came from.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053249876745124029-4522173540482906266?l=willpassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/feeds/4522173540482906266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6053249876745124029&amp;postID=4522173540482906266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/4522173540482906266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/4522173540482906266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/2009/04/lost-and-found.html' title='Lost and Found'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456341163203482792</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-6053249876745124029.post-6008652037830543672</id><published>2009-04-10T10:28:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T10:37:54.950-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Offical</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/Sd9z4GJYacI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/gQH3dl3AHfA/s1600-h/Will+and+Sara.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/Sd9z4GJYacI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/gQH3dl3AHfA/s320/Will+and+Sara.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323100692135045570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's been almost a week and I should probably make the formal announcement. Sara an I are engaged. I proposed last Saturday while we were walking on the path by the ponds. We stopped at the Utah House and after sitting there for a bit, as I was coming up with what to say, I finally said "There's just no good way to lead into this" and I got down on one knee and asked Sara Caroline Behnke if she would marry me and she said yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had a good idea that it was coming though, when we left Provo we picked up Brent so that all the boys could go to the Priesthood session together. Brent didn't answer his phone so Sara ran up to the door to get him. Sammi and Amber answered and while Amber was going to get Brent, Sammi said "I have a ring for you, no, my daddy has a ring for you. Let me go get it." The night before when Sara's mom was visiting we went to Brent and Amber's to play some games and while Amber was distracting Sara I showed her mom the ring but I wasn't able to put the ring in my jacket and so I left it there. Sammi saw Brent putting the ring in his bag and she asked about it and Brent explained that Uncle Will was going to give it to Aunt Sara. Well Sammi got a little confused about that fact and just know that Aunt Sara was going to get a ring. She couldn't find Brent's bag so instead she grabbed the Safari Mr. Potato Head and showed Sara the earring that was on it but by that point Sara had a pretty good idea of what was going to be happening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053249876745124029-6008652037830543672?l=willpassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/feeds/6008652037830543672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6053249876745124029&amp;postID=6008652037830543672' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/6008652037830543672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/6008652037830543672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-guess-its-been-almost-week-and-i.html' title='It&apos;s Offical'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456341163203482792</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/Sd9z4GJYacI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/gQH3dl3AHfA/s72-c/Will+and+Sara.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053249876745124029.post-6853126255146193953</id><published>2009-04-03T15:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T15:31:33.890-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jamba'/><title type='text'>I Got It!</title><content type='html'>Last night I was sworn to secrecy because the other applicants hadn't been informed of the decision to make me the new Student Manager. I had to be careful, I don't know who actually looks at my blog, maybe Mike or Josh could have been stalking me to see when they could eliminate me from competition. I'll be training over the summer with Ashley, the current Student Manager of Jamba Juice and I'll take over starting Fall Semester.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053249876745124029-6853126255146193953?l=willpassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/feeds/6853126255146193953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6053249876745124029&amp;postID=6853126255146193953' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/6853126255146193953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/6853126255146193953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-got-it.html' title='I Got It!'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456341163203482792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053249876745124029.post-4156568993643721702</id><published>2009-03-23T15:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T15:30:54.229-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Of All Places</title><content type='html'>An odd thing happened Saturday night. As Sara and I were leaving Smith's who should we run into? The Laws from Madison! All of the sudden I found myself being embraced by Sis. Law without realizing who it was for a moment. Their son Ted, who's room I lived in for 6 months, got married in San Diego on Friday and they drove the wedding presents here and before they even went to their apartment they stopped in at Smith's. It was a great to see them, and I even got to introduce them to Sara. They're going to be back in Utah for their niece's wedding on August 8th, too bad I'll be in Seattle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053249876745124029-4156568993643721702?l=willpassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/feeds/4156568993643721702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6053249876745124029&amp;postID=4156568993643721702' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/4156568993643721702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/4156568993643721702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/2009/03/of-all-places.html' title='Of All Places'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456341163203482792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053249876745124029.post-464274865985628503</id><published>2009-03-16T16:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T16:58:23.753-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Got the Job</title><content type='html'>I got the job to be a BYU Sports and Dance Camp Counselor. The title is &lt;span original="decieving" haspopup="true" role="menuitem" tabindex="-1" id="1.sc" class="ev"&gt;deceiving, I'm not going to be helping out with the sports or dancing. I'm get to take care of the little chillins' at night. I'll do things like take them to Seven Peaks and have ice cream parties. The tough part of my job is that I have to make sure that they don't take of in the middle of the night and cause havoc on the streets of Provo. Tough gig, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053249876745124029-464274865985628503?l=willpassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/feeds/464274865985628503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6053249876745124029&amp;postID=464274865985628503' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/464274865985628503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/464274865985628503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/2009/03/got-job.html' title='Got the Job'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456341163203482792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053249876745124029.post-5676623007088458543</id><published>2009-03-02T16:07:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T16:12:38.730-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roommates'/><title type='text'>It's Been A While</title><content type='html'>I haven't been up to much lately. But there are a few noteworthy things involving the members of my apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tucker is moving out next week (0r possibly the week after that, I'm not sure). He's going to Oregan to be a firefighter. Yet again, more changes to the apartment. I ran into Jeff Shumway in the Wilk today and he's thinking about moving back in. Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kang is getting baptized on the 14th of March. It's going to be a nice experience. I get to play the piano. It's a responsibility I can handle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053249876745124029-5676623007088458543?l=willpassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/feeds/5676623007088458543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6053249876745124029&amp;postID=5676623007088458543' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/5676623007088458543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/5676623007088458543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s Been A While'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456341163203482792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053249876745124029.post-33349491076779089</id><published>2009-02-16T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T20:32:36.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy President's Day!</title><content type='html'>How many people can say that they participated in a President's Day Surprise Party? Well, 8 people since this morning. Presidents wordsearch, Presidential trivia (which I won, way to go President Polk!) and a Spiderman pinata with dear old Abe's face on it full of discount valentines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was more fun than you can imagine. So fun I didn't get any pictures... my bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053249876745124029-33349491076779089?l=willpassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/feeds/33349491076779089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6053249876745124029&amp;postID=33349491076779089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/33349491076779089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/33349491076779089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-presidents-day.html' title='Happy President&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456341163203482792</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-6053249876745124029.post-4613561682985474578</id><published>2009-02-12T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T16:08:00.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Havasupai Here I Come!</title><content type='html'>June 18th to the 20th. I know, you're all jealous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053249876745124029-4613561682985474578?l=willpassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/feeds/4613561682985474578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6053249876745124029&amp;postID=4613561682985474578' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/4613561682985474578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/4613561682985474578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/2009/02/havasupai-here-i-come.html' title='Havasupai Here I Come!'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456341163203482792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053249876745124029.post-3796367293718210634</id><published>2009-01-24T10:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T10:56:26.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cereal</title><content type='html'>24 Boxes for $40.17. Donate plasma once (okay, more like one and a half times) and be set for the rest of the semester... hopefully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053249876745124029-3796367293718210634?l=willpassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/feeds/3796367293718210634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6053249876745124029&amp;postID=3796367293718210634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/3796367293718210634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/3796367293718210634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/2009/01/cereal.html' title='Cereal'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456341163203482792</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-6053249876745124029.post-3107756997897107361</id><published>2009-01-23T21:36:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T21:49:27.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weekend</title><content type='html'>I figure I should at least mention this before it gets too far away. Last Thursday (the 15th) I got a call from Sara saying "We're planning a road trip to California, we're leaving tomorrow at 4:00 if you want to come." I said I'd think about it, thirty seconds later I thought "What is there to think about?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We slept at Sara's Aunt's house in Riverside and spent all day Saturday at the beach. Sunday at church and at the park. We got up at 4:30 on Monday to get back to the beach for the sunrise. Did some body surfing (and some sleeping) then headed back home at around noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Total cost for the spontaneous road trip over the three day weekend: $26. Well worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SXqdZnM9lmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/PBDapD-e-UM/s1600-h/DSCN8569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SXqdZnM9lmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/PBDapD-e-UM/s320/DSCN8569.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294717375273080418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shirtless Brett Hurst with an Ultimate Frisbee tournament in the background&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SXqcfwaDCKI/AAAAAAAAAJE/IqJwqKfMOns/s1600-h/DSCN8568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SXqcfwaDCKI/AAAAAAAAAJE/IqJwqKfMOns/s320/DSCN8568.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294716381311469730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Brett Myers with his newly purchased swimsuit (one of the many things he forgot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SXqcfstQ5cI/AAAAAAAAAI8/fUgF0iDsGD4/s1600-h/DSCN8567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SXqcfstQ5cI/AAAAAAAAAI8/fUgF0iDsGD4/s320/DSCN8567.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294716380318328258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sara, Brett M, and Megan being the first to go test the waters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053249876745124029-3107756997897107361?l=willpassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/feeds/3107756997897107361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6053249876745124029&amp;postID=3107756997897107361' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/3107756997897107361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/3107756997897107361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/2009/01/weekend.html' title='The Weekend'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456341163203482792</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SXqdZnM9lmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/PBDapD-e-UM/s72-c/DSCN8569.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053249876745124029.post-7232151423806436071</id><published>2009-01-23T21:34:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T21:36:47.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Speakers</title><content type='html'>For the past 2 weeks or so the speakers that we plug our MP3 players in at Jamba Juice have been broken. That just leaves us with the radio/CD player. Nobody thinks to bring in CD's of their own which means that for the past two weeks the blenders have been attempting to drown out the sounds of Guster, Better Than Ezra and Collective Soul, but no avail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053249876745124029-7232151423806436071?l=willpassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/feeds/7232151423806436071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6053249876745124029&amp;postID=7232151423806436071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/7232151423806436071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/7232151423806436071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/2009/01/broken-speakers.html' title='Broken Speakers'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456341163203482792</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-6053249876745124029.post-388542472307625916</id><published>2009-01-10T15:43:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T15:47:10.930-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roommates'/><title type='text'>I Love Kang</title><content type='html'>Kang likes things to be clean. One of the reasons that I made the bundt cake was because Kang had deep clened the kitchen so I took advantage of that I made a cake to celebrate (I cleaned everything up afterwards, don't worry). That cleanliness has spread. This morning Casey decided that a major part of our apartment messiness was his rather large HDTV so today he packed it up and took it home. Casey, Mike, Kang and my self have been cleaning and rearranging for the past 3 or 4 hours., the place looks amazing and when Tucker wakes up he won't even recognize the place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053249876745124029-388542472307625916?l=willpassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/feeds/388542472307625916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6053249876745124029&amp;postID=388542472307625916' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/388542472307625916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/388542472307625916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-love-kang.html' title='I Love Kang'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456341163203482792</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-6053249876745124029.post-9071457681361093816</id><published>2009-01-07T20:08:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T10:32:32.928-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking'/><title type='text'>Chocolate Bundt Cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I used my spring-bundt-form pan last night for the first time to make a chocolate bundt cake. I didn't wait long enough for it to cool before trying to flip it so it lost its neat looking top, all of the chocolate chips inside were exposed. Don't worry, I covered them with a chocolate glaze.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053249876745124029-9071457681361093816?l=willpassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/feeds/9071457681361093816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6053249876745124029&amp;postID=9071457681361093816' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/9071457681361093816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/9071457681361093816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/2009/01/chocolate-bundt-cake.html' title='Chocolate Bundt Cake'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456341163203482792</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-6053249876745124029.post-4874541554119803297</id><published>2009-01-06T23:58:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T10:33:33.482-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roommates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking'/><title type='text'>(Yet Another) New Roommate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SWY3axwRfnI/AAAAAAAAAIs/K0Qz-CSSvoA/s1600-h/DSCN8564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SWY3axwRfnI/AAAAAAAAAIs/K0Qz-CSSvoA/s320/DSCN8564.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288975745565163122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Piece out with the sushi bro'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Jun moved out before Christmas to have his contract sold before moving back to Korea in February. He's moved into Orem on a month by month rent. The new kid is from Korea as well, his name is Kang (pronounced Khan as in The Wrath of). Jun still comes to our ward so he doesn't have to switch wards for two months. Afterwords he came back to our apartment to make us some awesome sushi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SWY3bAyD8GI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Pq0P0f_mZoo/s1600-h/DSCN8565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SWY3bAyD8GI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Pq0P0f_mZoo/s320/DSCN8565.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288975749599195234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kang and Mike rockin' the goatee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was delicious and nutirious. As not only was there that plate piled high but there was another one too. So good, so good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053249876745124029-4874541554119803297?l=willpassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/feeds/4874541554119803297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6053249876745124029&amp;postID=4874541554119803297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/4874541554119803297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/4874541554119803297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/2009/01/yet-another-new-roommate.html' title='(Yet Another) New Roommate'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456341163203482792</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SWY3axwRfnI/AAAAAAAAAIs/K0Qz-CSSvoA/s72-c/DSCN8564.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053249876745124029.post-7377652974478293578</id><published>2009-01-06T10:38:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T10:33:33.482-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking'/><title type='text'>Candy Trains</title><content type='html'>I'm a little late in posting these pictures but it's better than never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SWOXrOvT7YI/AAAAAAAAAIk/eF-4WqG5ZuU/s1600-h/1214082022c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SWOXrOvT7YI/AAAAAAAAAIk/eF-4WqG5ZuU/s320/1214082022c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288237156409798018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mine a Laura's. The pile of licorice is Devils Snare from Harry Potter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SWOXqu7ZMtI/AAAAAAAAAIc/fJhu17KRRcw/s1600-h/1214082022b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SWOXqu7ZMtI/AAAAAAAAAIc/fJhu17KRRcw/s320/1214082022b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288237147870540498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Holli flew solo on this one, she couldn't make anything work so it all ended with a explosion going off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SWOXqEUrpOI/AAAAAAAAAIU/E0s1_K0alLw/s1600-h/1214082022a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SWOXqEUrpOI/AAAAAAAAAIU/E0s1_K0alLw/s320/1214082022a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288237136433882338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A team of four (Kevin, Sara, Megan and Laura) were sent to the kiddie table and they came up with this work of art. I think the use of pyrotechnics should disqualify them for the running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's took bad I didn't get a picture of Carson's. She used some brown sugar to create a nice desert feel to hers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053249876745124029-7377652974478293578?l=willpassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/feeds/7377652974478293578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6053249876745124029&amp;postID=7377652974478293578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/7377652974478293578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/7377652974478293578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/2009/01/candy-trains.html' title='Candy Trains'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456341163203482792</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SWOXrOvT7YI/AAAAAAAAAIk/eF-4WqG5ZuU/s72-c/1214082022c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053249876745124029.post-2376754860797401433</id><published>2009-01-04T14:56:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T10:37:59.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend of Sports</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So the Crimson Tide lost to the Utes, I'm not that upset about it. I had a bunch of friends down for the game and Brent and Amber were so kind as to cook us all a bunch of Japanese food and let us wtach the game there. Ryan and Jeff were the Utah fans, Rob and I were for Alabama and Eric played the neutral party. The Utes came to play and they won the game and about halfway throught the thrid quarter (still with plenty of time for Alabama to come back and win the game) I came to the concluision that I wouldn't mind at all if Utah won, and they did so it's all good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SWOWxFO5SYI/AAAAAAAAAIM/_bUzBWSzskU/s1600-h/DSCN8563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SWOWxFO5SYI/AAAAAAAAAIM/_bUzBWSzskU/s320/DSCN8563.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288236157425502594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You wanna mess wit' us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was the big BYU men's basketball game against #6 Wake Forest. The Real Salt Lake game was intense but I think this one beat it. I've never been so worked up in my life. The lead changed almost a dozen times, there were contriversial calls, stuff was thrown on the court, BYU's coach took the mic and told us all to clam down, it was nuts. The final score doesn't reflect how close the game was, Wake Forest pulled away in the last minute because of fouls and whatnot. So crazy, so crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053249876745124029-2376754860797401433?l=willpassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/feeds/2376754860797401433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6053249876745124029&amp;postID=2376754860797401433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/2376754860797401433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/2376754860797401433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/2009/01/weekend-of-sports.html' title='Weekend of Sports'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456341163203482792</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SWOWxFO5SYI/AAAAAAAAAIM/_bUzBWSzskU/s72-c/DSCN8563.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053249876745124029.post-1777695898106396411</id><published>2008-12-09T23:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:18:48.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's On!</title><content type='html'>After my visit to doctor today it was determined that the surgery will not be happing. That means the race is still on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053249876745124029-1777695898106396411?l=willpassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/feeds/1777695898106396411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6053249876745124029&amp;postID=1777695898106396411' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/1777695898106396411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/1777695898106396411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-on.html' title='It&apos;s On!'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456341163203482792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053249876745124029.post-5723623074431003373</id><published>2008-11-23T15:17:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T15:43:04.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Eats, Shoots and Leaves"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lynne Truss came and spoke about punctuation in a University Forum address this past tuesday. Look at these pictures and spot what's wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271984298783510546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SSnZyZ5tkBI/AAAAAAAAAIE/_ps68SHi20Y/s320/1118081249b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This comes from the Daily Universe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271981656417412946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SSnXYmUip1I/AAAAAAAAAHc/d8BCOtFWmQ8/s320/1118081455a.jpg" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is one of the banners on campus (I caught them as they were taking it down Tuesday Afternoon after the forum address)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SSnZFrpipSI/AAAAAAAAAH0/A2Z-G02RyNQ/s1600-h/1118081506a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271983530453411106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SSnZFrpipSI/AAAAAAAAAH0/A2Z-G02RyNQ/s200/1118081506a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SSnZFn_ibII/AAAAAAAAAH8/YZ-HnbeREwg/s1600-h/1118081506b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271983529471929474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SSnZFn_ibII/AAAAAAAAAH8/YZ-HnbeREwg/s200/1118081506b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here we have the cover and Title page of her book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SSnZFn_ibII/AAAAAAAAAH8/YZ-HnbeREwg/s1600-h/1118081506b.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For the answer please click &lt;a href="http://newnewsnet.byu.edu/pdf/du20081121.pdf"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and go to page 4.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053249876745124029-5723623074431003373?l=willpassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/feeds/5723623074431003373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6053249876745124029&amp;postID=5723623074431003373' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/5723623074431003373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/5723623074431003373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/2008/11/eats-shoots-and-leaves.html' title='&quot;Eats, Shoots and Leaves&quot;'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456341163203482792</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SSnZyZ5tkBI/AAAAAAAAAIE/_ps68SHi20Y/s72-c/1118081249b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053249876745124029.post-2300663134111427137</id><published>2008-11-23T15:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T15:17:40.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Families Are Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SSnV4LfNq_I/AAAAAAAAAHM/wxNEZwrtF-s/s1600-h/1121081646a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271979999946976242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SSnV4LfNq_I/AAAAAAAAAHM/wxNEZwrtF-s/s320/1121081646a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's just too bad we lost...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053249876745124029-2300663134111427137?l=willpassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/feeds/2300663134111427137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6053249876745124029&amp;postID=2300663134111427137' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/2300663134111427137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/2300663134111427137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/2008/11/families.html' title='Families Are Forever'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456341163203482792</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SSnV4LfNq_I/AAAAAAAAAHM/wxNEZwrtF-s/s72-c/1121081646a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053249876745124029.post-6697290269041648064</id><published>2008-11-19T19:51:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T10:33:33.482-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking'/><title type='text'>Some Great Looking Pie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The day before I left Montgomery we had dinner at the Stockman's house. The Stockmans are a nice old southern couple. Whenever we went on a team-up with Brother Stockman he would clear his sinuses are spit out the window of his car all the while speaking in a sweet southern drawl out the side of his mouth. Sister Stockman is the nicest lady who was about 5 feet tall with snow white hair. They are some great members.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anywho, we had dinner at there house and we had the most wonderful Pecan Pie I've ever tasted and Sister Stockman was kind enough to give me the recipe. Sunday night we had a pre-Thanksgiving potluck over at Sara's place and I decided that I was going to make this pie. After slaving away this was my final product:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270570230324038450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SSTTsyY2izI/AAAAAAAAAGo/HfKnMt3-2ho/s400/DSCN8560.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baked Goodness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's too bad it didn't taste as good as it looked. You see, I decided to make two pies and after I had the ingredients combined I realized I didn't have enough Corn Syrup. I called Brent and Amber and they were kind enough to let me borrow some. The problemn arose when I had to leave the the mixture to get more syrup. The melted butter solidified and it just didn't mix well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I baked the pies and then tasted one of them and they just were not good. They tasted like eggs and were not sweet. So although they looked beautiful they didn't taste that way. It was tragic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053249876745124029-6697290269041648064?l=willpassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/feeds/6697290269041648064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6053249876745124029&amp;postID=6697290269041648064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/6697290269041648064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/6697290269041648064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/2008/11/some-great-looking-pie.html' title='Some Great Looking Pie'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456341163203482792</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SSTTsyY2izI/AAAAAAAAAGo/HfKnMt3-2ho/s72-c/DSCN8560.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053249876745124029.post-3673634855868952010</id><published>2008-11-19T19:13:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T19:50:11.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GOOOAAAALLLLLL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If only that was what was yelled at the Western Conference Finals this past weekend. On Saturday night Erik Gunn and I attened the Western Conference Fianls at Rio Tinto Stadium located in Sandy Utah just a block west of Jordan Commons. Erik's dad knows a guy so we had some great seats 7 rows up and to the back left of the goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the first half the New York Red Bulls (don't ask why they are in the Western Confernce, nobody knows) scored a goal. For the second half Real Salt Lake was trying to score on our end. They had so many shots and they either went off the posts or was just a little wide. It was an intense game that ended in an intense loss 0-1. But it was totally worth going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SSTM5tvQYzI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/De14brEoIOk/s1600-h/DSCN8545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270562755832734514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SSTM5tvQYzI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/De14brEoIOk/s320/DSCN8545.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Erik and I were the first in the Stadium (we were there a bit early)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SSTMa7cOwWI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Ixnw2OHQWnY/s1600-h/DSCN8548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270562226935087458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SSTMa7cOwWI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Ixnw2OHQWnY/s320/DSCN8548.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;NY Red Bulls in White and Real SL in Red. This is before the game started.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SSTL_vtwIYI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2vdo5KE1ipY/s1600-h/DSCN8554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270561759930884482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SSTL_vtwIYI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2vdo5KE1ipY/s320/DSCN8554.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Just like the Europeans the RSL fans know how to throw stuff onto the feild.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SSTLk4m42AI/AAAAAAAAAF4/2kFWakHadHs/s1600-h/DSCN8556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270561298461546498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SSTLk4m42AI/AAAAAAAAAF4/2kFWakHadHs/s320/DSCN8556.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And this boy's job is to clean it all up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270565659866060066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SSTPiwGwVSI/AAAAAAAAAGg/2j0TYTk4Sjg/s320/DSCN8553.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What do you do about the smoke bombs?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053249876745124029-3673634855868952010?l=willpassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/feeds/3673634855868952010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6053249876745124029&amp;postID=3673634855868952010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/3673634855868952010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/3673634855868952010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/2008/11/goooaaaallllll.html' title='GOOOAAAALLLLLL!'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456341163203482792</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SSTM5tvQYzI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/De14brEoIOk/s72-c/DSCN8545.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053249876745124029.post-7474441543496321718</id><published>2008-11-10T13:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T13:08:08.688-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Swimming'/><title type='text'>Better Time</title><content type='html'>Swimming today was pretty good. I swam a mile and a quarter in 45 minutes. An improvement over my 40 minute mile at the beginning of September.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053249876745124029-7474441543496321718?l=willpassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/feeds/7474441543496321718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6053249876745124029&amp;postID=7474441543496321718' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/7474441543496321718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/7474441543496321718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/2008/11/better-time.html' title='Better Time'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456341163203482792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053249876745124029.post-7286477233084892984</id><published>2008-11-09T11:12:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T11:18:01.550-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roommates'/><title type='text'>It's A Tie!</title><content type='html'>I helped Jun tie his tie this morning and afterwords I had him to roll it up so we could race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SRco3QBUliI/AAAAAAAAAFY/JrWqv9__euQ/s1600-h/DSCN8543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SRco3QBUliI/AAAAAAAAAFY/JrWqv9__euQ/s320/DSCN8543.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266723218891511330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the race I yelled "It's a tie!" Jun and Yeong  just looked at me. Yeong even tried to argue that Jun won! I don't think they got it....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053249876745124029-7286477233084892984?l=willpassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/feeds/7286477233084892984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6053249876745124029&amp;postID=7286477233084892984' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/7286477233084892984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/7286477233084892984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-tie.html' title='It&apos;s A Tie!'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456341163203482792</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SRco3QBUliI/AAAAAAAAAFY/JrWqv9__euQ/s72-c/DSCN8543.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053249876745124029.post-8933670348104707736</id><published>2008-11-03T22:56:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T23:36:00.483-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roommates'/><title type='text'>Dear Mike</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SQ_sX1dNVcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/nnv1UkH89ls/s1600-h/DSCN8539.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know you didn't mean to and please understand that I'm not mad at all for you doing it. Just please understand when I say "Come on!"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mike, first you must understand I had spent the entire day walking up and down the Wasatch Bench in Sandy with houses that had at least a dozen steps. Then after that I went and played some intense Laser Tag in which I placed 5th out of the 24 people playing. I was tired  and looking forward to the fact that when I was going to crawl into my bed at 11:30 it was really like I was going to bed at 10:30.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that I look back on it, the chicken could have saved my life. If I didn't want to marinate that piece of chicken I could have easily climbed in bed and fallen asleep only to be attacked minutes later. But there I was soaking a piece of poultry in soy sauce and brown sugar and I hear you slam the door and come down the hall laughing. I don't recall exactly what you said, all that I remember is that you said you heard purring, you poked around and now our room was full of bees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It took a while but I finally understood that you had heard some sound, like purring, coming from the wall by the window and you started poking the wall. You found a soft spot, thinking it was water damage poked a little more. Your finger went through and when you pulled it out not only did your finger come but so did yellow and black flying insects! I remember looking for some type of spray to kill them but having Lysol as our most deadly spray we just weren't a match for the swarm on the wall and the half a dozen or so flying through the air. It was time to retreat and call the office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They sent over some guy who only had a spray that takes 24 hours to kill the things because you spray it on the hive and let them distribute the poison amongst themselves. I'm not sure why after he sprayed them that we wern't supposed to kill them because we weren't sure if they were bees or yellow jackets. If they were bees then they are protected and we weren't allowed to kill them, yet this man had already sprayed the hive... again, a little confused by the situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I just couldn't wait. I called my brother to see if I could stay there and he said yes so I entered the room one last time to grab some things and I was off. The thing about going to my brothers was that my two year old neice, Sammi, had fallen asleep that afternoon at about 4:30 and they were unable to wake her so she had woken up at 12:30 ready to play. That was bad news for Brent and Amber but it didn't matter to me, I could sleep through just about anything at that point, and I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I came home Sunday to find that you waited until about 4AM to get to bed, doing so after placing tape over the hole:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SQ_sCtpaqGI/AAAAAAAAAFA/XiaZxSmYovU/s200/DSCN8540.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264686020776601698" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The wonders of Duct Tape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then to find that the ones that decidedt o play around for a bit were eventually attracted to the light in our room only to their own demise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SQ_sX1dNVcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/nnv1UkH89ls/s200/DSCN8539.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264686383650133442" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Stay away from the lights!" "But they're so beautiful..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Again Mike, I don't blame you for what happened. Really though, it was your fault.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Signed, your roommate Will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053249876745124029-8933670348104707736?l=willpassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/feeds/8933670348104707736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6053249876745124029&amp;postID=8933670348104707736' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/8933670348104707736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/8933670348104707736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/2008/11/dear-mike.html' title='Dear Mike'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456341163203482792</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SQ_sCtpaqGI/AAAAAAAAAFA/XiaZxSmYovU/s72-c/DSCN8540.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053249876745124029.post-7901521238854153652</id><published>2008-11-03T22:21:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T22:55:36.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roll Tide!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SQ_jyUg0Y9I/AAAAAAAAAEw/H4XxsAkpvUU/s1600-h/alabama_logo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SQ_jyUg0Y9I/AAAAAAAAAEw/H4XxsAkpvUU/s200/alabama_logo2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264676943058723794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Toady I was wearing my Bama shirt in honor of the Crimson Tide being number one in the nation. As I was sitting in the Wilk I heard some one yell out "War Eagles!" It took me a second to see who it was. It was a girl walking past and she saw that I knew it was her. I gave her a simple response. "We're number one in the nation, what are you?" She had no response and could only walk away.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Roll Tide!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053249876745124029-7901521238854153652?l=willpassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/feeds/7901521238854153652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6053249876745124029&amp;postID=7901521238854153652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/7901521238854153652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/7901521238854153652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/2008/11/roll-tide.html' title='Roll Tide!'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456341163203482792</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SQ_jyUg0Y9I/AAAAAAAAAEw/H4XxsAkpvUU/s72-c/alabama_logo2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053249876745124029.post-8174134835523297126</id><published>2008-10-31T16:39:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T16:44:38.080-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Halloween Dance Party</title><content type='html'>Last Friday Carson had her annual dance party full of food music and some pretty sweet costumes. Mine was relativly simple. Wear and 'fro, some athletic cloths and then dance my heart out. By the end of the night I was pretty beat. My vote for best costume goes for Kevin as the Detective. When he walked in it took me a bit to recognize him and he played the part well.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SQuJs4-h1VI/AAAAAAAAAEY/V-aybDJSoKI/s320/IMG_1023.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263451993814455634" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Ninjas, 'Fros and Indians. Oh My!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SQuJtd09S6I/AAAAAAAAAEg/b-ZFCPnAsrE/s320/IMG_1024.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263452003706424226" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;-Insert Sweet 70's Cop Line Here-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053249876745124029-8174134835523297126?l=willpassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/feeds/8174134835523297126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6053249876745124029&amp;postID=8174134835523297126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/8174134835523297126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/8174134835523297126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween-dance-party.html' title='Halloween Dance Party'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456341163203482792</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SQuJs4-h1VI/AAAAAAAAAEY/V-aybDJSoKI/s72-c/IMG_1023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053249876745124029.post-3588182416564227685</id><published>2008-10-28T23:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T00:01:47.572-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More Toys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This time is was in a neighbor hood in Sandy. It was a bad day in selling so by the time I found these toys I was glad to do some playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SQf8FHHnSkI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Fay299E8wGQ/s1600-h/1025081852e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SQf8FHHnSkI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Fay299E8wGQ/s320/1025081852e.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262451854346242626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SQf8Eq0E-vI/AAAAAAAAAEI/kdtzEW95z3M/s1600-h/1025081844b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SQf8Eq0E-vI/AAAAAAAAAEI/kdtzEW95z3M/s320/1025081844b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262451846748109554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SQf8EBcFvRI/AAAAAAAAAEA/t9tQJy3LbHQ/s1600-h/1025081844a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SQf8EBcFvRI/AAAAAAAAAEA/t9tQJy3LbHQ/s320/1025081844a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262451835641642258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SQf8D55OHsI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ofVVRRuICT0/s1600-h/1025081843b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SQf8D55OHsI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ofVVRRuICT0/s320/1025081843b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262451833616342722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053249876745124029-3588182416564227685?l=willpassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/feeds/3588182416564227685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6053249876745124029&amp;postID=3588182416564227685' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/3588182416564227685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/3588182416564227685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/2008/10/more-toys.html' title='More Toys'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456341163203482792</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SQf8FHHnSkI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Fay299E8wGQ/s72-c/1025081852e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053249876745124029.post-2266351142206136224</id><published>2008-10-26T22:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T22:32:15.950-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roommates'/><title type='text'>The Last New Roommate</title><content type='html'>Well at least it should be the last one... possibly, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike moved in last night at about 11 PM. His sister and my old roommate Jeff (the guy that lived here, but didn't) are getting back from their honeymoon today so he figured he should move out of the place they were planning on living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far we've gotten along great. We've established that both of us fall asleep really quickly, we're heavy sleepers and even if someone does wake us up it doesn't make us angry. The other thing that makes me think is that when I walked into Sunday school today Mike was already sitting at a desk and I looked at the front table and saw that there was a plate of cookies and I said "I totally picked the right class today" and Mike replied, "That's exactly what I said when I walked in!" It's going to be good times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053249876745124029-2266351142206136224?l=willpassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/feeds/2266351142206136224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6053249876745124029&amp;postID=2266351142206136224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/2266351142206136224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/2266351142206136224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/2008/10/last-new-roommate.html' title='The Last New Roommate'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456341163203482792</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-6053249876745124029.post-2126790564848196699</id><published>2008-10-26T22:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T22:24:42.889-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roommates'/><title type='text'>Hikus</title><content type='html'>Will? Question. Mystery.&lt;br /&gt;Will. Firm statement of intent&lt;br /&gt;Will: His will be done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Sunday School Casey came up to me and said that. Followed by "That's right, I spent the class making a Hiku out of your name. I also have one for Jun."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jun. A month - a man&lt;br /&gt;Radiant sunshine, full of warmth&lt;br /&gt;South Korean stud&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053249876745124029-2126790564848196699?l=willpassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/feeds/2126790564848196699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6053249876745124029&amp;postID=2126790564848196699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/2126790564848196699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/2126790564848196699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/2008/10/hikus.html' title='Hikus'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456341163203482792</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-6053249876745124029.post-3037853612608012740</id><published>2008-10-24T20:00:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T20:07:03.494-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Park Things</title><content type='html'>I figured out how I can post pictures from my cell! Check out these pictures from this park in the middle of a neighborhood in South Jordan that I found while selling aeration last Saturday.       &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);  font-size:8px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SQJ-UPhxsqI/AAAAAAAAAC8/srDaU49svk4/s320/1018081503a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260906200952844962" style="text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SQJ-UTv51PI/AAAAAAAAADE/PkgDyniiL00/s1600-h/1018081503b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SQJ-UTv51PI/AAAAAAAAADE/PkgDyniiL00/s320/1018081503b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260906202085840114" style="display: block; 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"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SQJ-VJXv5XI/AAAAAAAAADU/VspezIKS7c4/s320/1018081518a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260906216480040306" style="text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053249876745124029-3037853612608012740?l=willpassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/feeds/3037853612608012740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6053249876745124029&amp;postID=3037853612608012740' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/3037853612608012740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/3037853612608012740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/2008/10/crazy-park-things.html' title='Crazy Park Things'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456341163203482792</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SQJ-UPhxsqI/AAAAAAAAAC8/srDaU49svk4/s72-c/1018081503a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053249876745124029.post-8050449875182443189</id><published>2008-10-19T15:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T15:58:57.836-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>Giving a Talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Yesterday I got a call from the Ward's Exec. Sec. asking if I would be willing to give the closing prayer in Sacrament Meeting. I immediatly said "Sure" As I said it something popped into my mind and I finnished that sentence with ".... but you might want to know that I'm going to be giving the closing talk."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Yep, I remembered at 12:30 in the afternoon on Saturday and didn't get done working until about 8:45 that night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Overall the talk went well. Last week when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;the 2nd councilor called he spent about 2 minutes explaining what he wanted me to talk about, after he was done talking I responded "So you just want me to give my reflections and insights from General Conference." So I did. luckely for me I didn't get too nervous because the girl before had a cool English accent and I was just entertianed listening to her that I totally forgot about me having to speak next. When it came to be my turn I just stood up and talked and it was all good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053249876745124029-8050449875182443189?l=willpassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/feeds/8050449875182443189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6053249876745124029&amp;postID=8050449875182443189' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/8050449875182443189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/8050449875182443189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/2008/10/giving-talk.html' title='Giving a Talk'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456341163203482792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053249876745124029.post-6168585777422227816</id><published>2008-10-16T20:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T21:00:31.824-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roommates'/><title type='text'>New Roommate</title><content type='html'>I forgot to mention. Tuesday night at about 9PM Jeff Shumway walked in a said he was moving out. He has a friend in Raintree who's roommate moved out so Jeff moved in and we got the kid that was going to move into the apartment. Tucker is the kid in our place. I still have my own room until Saturday when Jeff Stevens gets married and Brother-in-Law, Mike moves into my room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053249876745124029-6168585777422227816?l=willpassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/feeds/6168585777422227816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6053249876745124029&amp;postID=6168585777422227816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/6168585777422227816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/6168585777422227816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-roommate.html' title='New Roommate'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456341163203482792</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-6053249876745124029.post-2127565275338108398</id><published>2008-10-16T20:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T20:53:33.050-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday - Wednesday</title><content type='html'>I'm currently watching the BYU game at Brent and Amber's and it isn't going as well as I would like so I figured I would take this time to do some updating on the blog.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crazy happenings down here in Provo.  Monday was full of many things. First off, Sunday night I convinced Eric Danielson to come down and hang out so I was looking forward to him coming down but before I could do anything with him I had a Econ Test to take. I had gone to two review sessions and I was feeling good about the test and I must say that they helped. I got 92%. I'm feeling pretty good about the class right now. I'll find out what the class average was tomorrow. Next Eric came down and we had some good times just doing random things. I did have to go to work for a bit but it was all good. After making a brief appearance at FHE (we helped get some pizza for them) we went to a birthday party for Eric Merrill, a friend from Freshman year.  We finished up the night be watching Forbidden Kingdom, another telling of the Chinese Classic, the Monkey King, which I slept through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday rolled around and I had my many classes to go to and work down in Spanish Fork the day just flew by highlighted by the ride home that night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday was great. For Econ we watched a Forum that Prof. Pope gave last year on his work in Air Pollution and the external costs of companies. A good speech but I decided that a nap would fit nicely in the middle of it. Swimming went well but it turns out that it's my swimming that's been making me to healthy... The night was finished off with a traditional gathering at the apartment for a classic movie, The Sting. Throw in a little more scooter riding to take Julie home and it was time to call it a night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053249876745124029-2127565275338108398?l=willpassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/feeds/2127565275338108398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6053249876745124029&amp;postID=2127565275338108398' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/2127565275338108398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/2127565275338108398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/2008/10/monday-wednesday.html' title='Monday - Wednesday'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456341163203482792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053249876745124029.post-1189459572162762011</id><published>2008-10-15T12:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T12:55:34.441-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Healthy</title><content type='html'>I'm eating a bowl of rice and chili right now because I'm too healthy to give plasma today, my blood pressure is too low.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053249876745124029-1189459572162762011?l=willpassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/feeds/1189459572162762011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6053249876745124029&amp;postID=1189459572162762011' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/1189459572162762011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/1189459572162762011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/2008/10/too-healthy.html' title='Too Healthy'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456341163203482792</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-6053249876745124029.post-9037144646794378010</id><published>2008-10-15T09:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T09:41:16.280-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>One Crazy Weekend</title><content type='html'>I'm not even sure what all happened this weekend. Garan and Jessie were married on Friday. After my 8 AM Econ class I borrowed Brent's car and went to the Bountiful Temple. The Sealing was great, they got the pictures with the friends first so we could take off, and the luncheon was fun. Erik and I went in search of the finishing touch for our wedding present but couldn't find it so we resorted to buying things to decorate their car. I then went to the Bushell's to get my picture taken and it was off the reception. I finished up the night by doing my Physics homework over at Rob McDonald's house while my friends tried to help... it was rather entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spending the night at Jeff's house (because Allie, Lee, Jeff and Laura were at our home) I got ready for Grandpa's surprise party before heading down to Provo. The party was a lot of fun. I don't think I've even seen Grandpa so emotional. He truly was surprised. I was great to listen to each his kids tell stories about him and things that they learned from him. It was a wonderful experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the party Allie, Lee, Jeremy and myself headed down to Provo for the game (Dad and John took off as soon as the cake was eaten and half of the pictures were taken). As we went outside to the parking lot of the restaurant it was snowing a very wet snow, which was great to see. Traffic was clear the entire way down to Provo. Even on University Parkway the traffic wasn't any worse than on a normal day, which made it possible for me to be in the stadium 15 min after kickoff. BYU won, it wasn't an amazing win but it was a win none the less. To cap off the evening I went on a date with Julie. I know Julie from working at Jamba Juice. I asked her to one of the Homecoming Dances. We went to Brick Oven Pizza with a group (mainly people I know from High School) and then to the dance. After the dance when I took Julie home she asked if I wanted some hot chocolate so we enjoyed some hot chocolate and then played a game of Doctor Mario on her Nintendo. It was a great night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was Elizabeth's blessing so the family was together again. I've never been part of a blessing and it was a neat experience. Brent hadn't asked me to be part of the circle so when the Bishop announced her blessing and asked for Brent and those he invited to come up I had to look at Brent to see if he wanted me. I could see the debate in his mind and I think the only reason he nodded was because Dad was giving him the evil eye. We had fun lunch at Brent and Amber's, it was there that I remembered about a vegetarian potluck that I had been invited too but had nothing to bring. Luckily for me Amber was kind enough to donate some things for me to put together a very nice Vegetarian Chili. After the wildly successful potluck I headed back to Brent and Amber's to return the spices they let me borrow, oh and Brent's car too and was tricked into playing a game... okay so that's a lie, I was looking forward to playing with them. After beating them solidly in a game of Ticket to Ride I headed home on the Scooter and that's how I ended up with his Orange Jacket mentioned in the last post. It was cold and I couldn't feel my hands or ears when I got home but I was happy because it was an awesome weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Next post will recap Mon-Wed of this week which has been awesome as well. The highlights including "My first Econ Test" and "Movie Night at Will's Place". Be sure to check back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053249876745124029-9037144646794378010?l=willpassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/feeds/9037144646794378010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6053249876745124029&amp;postID=9037144646794378010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/9037144646794378010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/9037144646794378010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-crazy-weekend.html' title='One Crazy Weekend'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456341163203482792</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-6053249876745124029.post-1176294809742462434</id><published>2008-10-15T00:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T00:05:47.538-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scooter'/><title type='text'>Riding in the Cold</title><content type='html'>Today I did Aeration in Spanish Fork and I started home at about 8. It was about 46 degrees (according to some bank sign), &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;luckily&lt;/span&gt; I came prepared for the ride. I had on my usual &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;khaki&lt;/span&gt; pants but I knew they weren't going to be enought so I had packed the yellow pants. I have a nice fleece jacket from my week stint at Camp Bartlett but again I figured might as well layer there too, I had a bright orange jacket that Brent let me borrow Sunday night after I forgot to bring one to his house. I finnished it with two pairs of gloves, black ones covered by some nice blue ones.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Colors Visible to the vehicles around me: Yellow, Orange and Blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I looked awesome (and was warm too)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053249876745124029-1176294809742462434?l=willpassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/feeds/1176294809742462434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6053249876745124029&amp;postID=1176294809742462434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/1176294809742462434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/1176294809742462434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/2008/10/riding-in-cold.html' title='Riding in the Cold'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456341163203482792</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-6053249876745124029.post-4638703602881175369</id><published>2008-10-05T23:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T23:16:34.041-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Season is Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SOmfHqQmndI/AAAAAAAAAC0/TbXxQIlPBQc/s1600-h/DSCN8537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SOmfHqQmndI/AAAAAAAAAC0/TbXxQIlPBQc/s400/DSCN8537.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253905394256223698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They're Back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053249876745124029-4638703602881175369?l=willpassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/feeds/4638703602881175369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6053249876745124029&amp;postID=4638703602881175369' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/4638703602881175369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/4638703602881175369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/2008/10/season-is-here.html' title='The Season is Here'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456341163203482792</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SOmfHqQmndI/AAAAAAAAAC0/TbXxQIlPBQc/s72-c/DSCN8537.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053249876745124029.post-6752169513271938567</id><published>2008-09-29T22:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T22:31:07.877-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Midterm Week</title><content type='html'>As I was walking from the RB today I realized I had a practice test due for Physics, I needed to write a practice test for P of GP, take a real test tommorow for Humanities of Asia, take a real Physics test Wednesday, Thursday or Friday. On top of that I still have the normal weeks homework. It's a good thing the Aeration Crew is up in SLC and I can't make it to them in time to make it worth the time, now I can study.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053249876745124029-6752169513271938567?l=willpassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/feeds/6752169513271938567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6053249876745124029&amp;postID=6752169513271938567' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/6752169513271938567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/6752169513271938567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-midterm-week.html' title='It&apos;s Midterm Week'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456341163203482792</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-6053249876745124029.post-2840626166283205822</id><published>2008-09-29T22:24:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T22:33:01.530-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>And The Winner Is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Allie! She came the closest with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;"WARD MUSIC PEOPLE with an emphasis on PEOPLE!"  I am the Ward Pianist. One could argue that she chose a catagory and not a specific calling but seeming as nobody else really came all that close I'm going to give it to her. Next weekend you can choose your Jamba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053249876745124029-2840626166283205822?l=willpassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/feeds/2840626166283205822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6053249876745124029&amp;postID=2840626166283205822' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/2840626166283205822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/2840626166283205822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/2008/09/and-winner-is.html' title='And The Winner Is...'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456341163203482792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053249876745124029.post-8806673373179420373</id><published>2008-09-28T19:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T19:59:07.736-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>Did I Give Something Away?</title><content type='html'>You may think that by me saying I went to  a Stake Meeting that I've given a clue as to my calling. Here's the list of people that were invited to this meeting&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bishoprics&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;EQ Presidencies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;RS Presidencies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clerks and Exec. Sec.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;FHE Committees&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Activities Committees&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ward Music People&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Family History People&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ward Missionaries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I think there were others too but I can't remember them. So now you know I'm in one of these groups. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053249876745124029-8806673373179420373?l=willpassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/feeds/8806673373179420373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6053249876745124029&amp;postID=8806673373179420373' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/8806673373179420373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/8806673373179420373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/2008/09/did-i-give-something-away.html' title='Did I Give Something Away?'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456341163203482792</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-6053249876745124029.post-6314974324442755711</id><published>2008-09-28T19:38:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T19:54:23.071-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roommates'/><title type='text'>Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It's been a while since I've had one of the Family's traditional Sunday meals (or at least it feels like it). Last week I invited the apartment of the girls that Jun and I home teach over for dinner. About halfway through the week a few of the girls had to cancel, we had the rest over anyways and I told them we'll just have to have another dinner again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I made the Roast, Mashed Potatoes, Gravy and Rolls. Jun took care of the corn and Casey made a nice Greek Salad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SOAzXItiLKI/AAAAAAAAACs/0Z_Og1JOzEo/s320/DSCN8536.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251253638082473122" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not sure if people wanted Green Olives, Feta Cheese, Avocados and Onions Casey kept those things separate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The girls brought over &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;dessert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; (brownies and cookies) and we had a great time. Mike (the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;roommate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; to replace soon-to-be-married Jeff) and I had to take off to go to a Stake Meeting at 6, but over all it was great. I haven't eaten that much in a long time and I didn't eat very much. The college life just hasn't been allowing me to eat unnecisarily large &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;amounts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; of food lately, go figure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053249876745124029-6314974324442755711?l=willpassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/feeds/6314974324442755711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6053249876745124029&amp;postID=6314974324442755711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/6314974324442755711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/6314974324442755711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/2008/09/dinner.html' title='Dinner'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456341163203482792</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SOAzXItiLKI/AAAAAAAAACs/0Z_Og1JOzEo/s72-c/DSCN8536.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053249876745124029.post-3216902894806532403</id><published>2008-09-24T22:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T22:50:44.895-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Swimming'/><title type='text'>Training Update</title><content type='html'>Today our workout in swimming added up to 1500 yds. As I finished it and actually calculated how far I swam and saw what it was I decided I might as well tack on another 100 and make it an even mile. Granted it wasn't in all that impressive of a time (about 40 minutes) but I felt pretty dang good today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053249876745124029-3216902894806532403?l=willpassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/feeds/3216902894806532403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6053249876745124029&amp;postID=3216902894806532403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/3216902894806532403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/3216902894806532403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/2008/09/training-update.html' title='Training Update'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456341163203482792</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-6053249876745124029.post-2536965275432158416</id><published>2008-09-21T20:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T20:06:36.903-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Calling</title><content type='html'>Bro. Neild just asked me if I would accept a new calling. I'm not allowed to say what it is (I've been sworn to secrecy) but if you want to venture a guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you know next Sunday what it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053249876745124029-2536965275432158416?l=willpassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/feeds/2536965275432158416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6053249876745124029&amp;postID=2536965275432158416' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/2536965275432158416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/2536965275432158416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/2008/09/calling.html' title='A Calling'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456341163203482792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053249876745124029.post-1941524784375427453</id><published>2008-09-17T22:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T22:40:03.577-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jamba Juice</title><content type='html'>It may be a bit old but you can consider this our Jamba Juice Training video. I don't think I'm quite to the right level yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EaSm3WZiLlY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EaSm3WZiLlY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053249876745124029-1941524784375427453?l=willpassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/feeds/1941524784375427453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6053249876745124029&amp;postID=1941524784375427453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/1941524784375427453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/1941524784375427453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/2008/09/jamba-juice.html' title='Jamba Juice'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456341163203482792</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-6053249876745124029.post-7218772771070919654</id><published>2008-09-14T22:16:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T00:04:45.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'>They've All Arrived</title><content type='html'>It's no longer "Will, the two Koreans and two kids named Jeff who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; shown their faces" I don't have pictures of them all yet but the roommates are all here. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Roommates and where they live are as follows. As you enter in the apartment you have the Kitchen and the dining/living room, nobody lives there... although &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Yeong&lt;/span&gt; has fallen asleep on the couch the past two nights. As you head down the hall the first room on your right is Jun and Casey's. Casey is from Spanish Fork and is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; student and he showed up on...Monday? I can't recall exactly. He enjoys soccer and playing computer games. He served a mission in South Carolina so we find ourselves &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;reminiscing&lt;/span&gt; about the South.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Further down the hall is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Yeong&lt;/span&gt; and Jeff's room. This Jeff is the last roommate to show his lovely face. He's from Idaho and is also a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; student. He's very extroverted. He's slightly crazy but funny. I'm sure there's going to be some interesting stories involving him (before he left today to go someplace with his friends he took his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;spudgun&lt;/span&gt; and launched two potatoes at a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;brick wall&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there's my roommate Jeff. He actually appeared last Sunday night if I'm not mistaken. For the past week he's been showing up at about 12:30 each night. He's getting married Oct 18th. He's been spending the summer living with his sister in Orem or something like that. Once Jeff get's married his soon to be Brother-in-Law Mike will move in. Mike came to church with us today and he's a pretty fun guy, he wore a bowtie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Update: Jeff just had me sign a Jenga Brick so that I can be remembered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053249876745124029-7218772771070919654?l=willpassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/feeds/7218772771070919654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6053249876745124029&amp;postID=7218772771070919654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/7218772771070919654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/7218772771070919654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/2008/09/theyve-all-arrived.html' title='They&apos;ve All Arrived'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456341163203482792</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-6053249876745124029.post-6190922008325856740</id><published>2008-09-10T22:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T22:02:09.598-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What Is This Feeling, So Sudden and New?</title><content type='html'>I opened up my Econ Text book and I found myself thourghly enjoying the contents within...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053249876745124029-6190922008325856740?l=willpassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/feeds/6190922008325856740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6053249876745124029&amp;postID=6190922008325856740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/6190922008325856740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/6190922008325856740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-is-this-feeling-so-sudden-and-new.html' title='What Is This Feeling, So Sudden and New?'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456341163203482792</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-6053249876745124029.post-8992799717633626583</id><published>2008-09-09T22:56:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T23:19:50.643-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Swimming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SMdVEsi4LVI/AAAAAAAAACM/LlM4wTezeEw/s1600-h/DSCN8532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SMdVEsi4LVI/AAAAAAAAACM/LlM4wTezeEw/s320/DSCN8532.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244253830261517650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Notice the bright pink shirt, yeah, I'm just that cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's official, I'm out of shape. Monday was the first day for me to actually swim in my class. I'm taking Intermediate Swimming and it's going to be great! If you don't count the one time I went right after I got home from the Mission I haven't been swimming in almost 2 and a half years. We jumped in the pool and I did 150 yds for my warm up, we then timed a 650 yd trial and I cooled down with 200 yds. My first day swimming I jump in and do 1000 yds. Afterwards I was pretty beat. Just ask Amber and Brent, I went the their house in the afternoon to do laundry and do a little studying while I was waiting. I couldn't do it, I passed out on their living room floor, I was out. If I had a picture of me on the ground I'd post it but I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SMdWZAvPRAI/AAAAAAAAACU/9nL26_2648g/s1600-h/DSCN8531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SMdWZAvPRAI/AAAAAAAAACU/9nL26_2648g/s200/DSCN8531.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244255278791083010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Instead I get to post the things I got to improve my swimming. Fisrt, the googles. The actual name for these  googles is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Swedish Original Monterbara Googles with UV Eye Protect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ion&lt;/span&gt; but I just call them "Sweeds" for short. Notice that what is keeping the lenses (if you call them that) together is a peice of  string, I tied that string. In fact, I threaded it throungh the lenses. I placed the rubber nose protector on them. I assembled the whole thing.  If you look closely at the back of the lenses you might be concerned that there are no pads on the back. I know, and it's amazing, they don't hurt. In fact they feel great. I highly recommend them. They're only $4.50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next come the jammers of last year's style.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SMdXyQOVp4I/AAAAAAAAACk/mcGC5tT1E5g/s1600-h/DSCN8534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SMdXyQOVp4I/AAAAAAAAACk/mcGC5tT1E5g/s200/DSCN8534.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244256811956414338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm just noticing now that the color on my googles and the jammers is the same, shows you how much I pay attention. I didn't even choose the color on the jammers. I ordered them online and since it's last years design I just tell them the size and they send me a color at random. I think that whoever packaged my order decided to match them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it. I'm going to rule this pool. I'm going to be a speed demon. No one shall be able to keep up with me. This is great preparation for the Triatholon that Brent, Amber and I are going to be doing next year. Don't worry, it's not going to be a full one. It's nice and small but a triatholon none the less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053249876745124029-8992799717633626583?l=willpassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/feeds/8992799717633626583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6053249876745124029&amp;postID=8992799717633626583' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/8992799717633626583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/8992799717633626583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/2008/09/swimming.html' title='Swimming'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456341163203482792</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SMdVEsi4LVI/AAAAAAAAACM/LlM4wTezeEw/s72-c/DSCN8532.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053249876745124029.post-8906535826902479712</id><published>2008-09-04T22:53:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T22:56:13.487-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roommates'/><title type='text'>English Lessons</title><content type='html'>I came into the apartment the other day and I found Jun and Yeong sitting at the table and they asked me what was up. I replied with a simple "Word". At that point I had to try to explain what I meant by that. The problem is that it isn't something you can explain. Word is Word. Yeong then asked me if I knew any other slang terms that might be useful. (Not that "word" is really that useful). Jun then said that Californians like to describe things as being "Sick" when really they're cool. I like how he specifically called out the Californians on that one. I said that you can also say something is "tight" if you want to say it's cool. That's about all that I have in me for slang, I guess I'm just not the slang type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the other day Jun called me crazy and I replyed "Crazy like a fox!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053249876745124029-8906535826902479712?l=willpassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/feeds/8906535826902479712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6053249876745124029&amp;postID=8906535826902479712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/8906535826902479712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/8906535826902479712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/2008/09/english-lessons.html' title='English Lessons'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456341163203482792</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-6053249876745124029.post-6043817226945168022</id><published>2008-09-04T22:24:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T23:20:21.912-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roommates'/><title type='text'>Cookies</title><content type='html'>Time goes by rather fast and there are things on my mind to write about but it just doesn't seem like I ever have that much time to do it... Or I'm lazy and just don't want to do it at the time, which is more often than not the case. I'm writing now and that's the important thing!&lt;br /&gt;For me Monday, Labor Day, was the last day of Summer and the beginning of school. A day I've been looking forward to for a long time. Come Monday night I was feeling a little sad for some reason and there's only one thing that truly cures those pre-school blues... Cookies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just so happened that part of my shopping was getting random baking ingredients, with those and a few ingredients left by the previous roommates (vanilla, butter, chocolate chips) we created a poor batch of cookies using the Toll House Recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SMC4fE6ir8I/AAAAAAAAAB0/trtomtBnfac/s1600-h/DSCN8530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SMC4fE6ir8I/AAAAAAAAAB0/trtomtBnfac/s320/DSCN8530.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242392810293997506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cooked a little too long and came out a little too flat...&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Jun has never had homemade cookies and he was very intrigued by what was doing. After I had finished the cookie dough I had a bitof it and I offered it to Jun. He wasn't sure what to do and then I told him to eat it. His eyes lit up like a child that was let loose in a candy store. All he could do was bring his hands up to his mouth and make circular motions and syaing "It's so... It's so... Sweet! It's so good!" He enjoyed the dough. Then I baked the cookies and like I said they didn't turn out quite as I had hoped but they were still good. I just made on pan on Monday night and they were eaten by the three of us (Yeong was there but he didn't say much, he did like them though).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SMC550uJHvI/AAAAAAAAAB8/7QJezh_3X2M/s1600-h/DSCN8529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SMC550uJHvI/AAAAAAAAAB8/7QJezh_3X2M/s320/DSCN8529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242394369315118834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...that didn't matter to Jun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I came home on Tuesday and made the rest of them, had a few and then went out to do some stuff when I came home that night Jun apologized for eating the rest of them. I didn't mind, he just might reach his goal of becoming fat if he keeps it up (he can't though, all he eats is rice, dried fish, seaweed and rotten cabbage he calls kimchi).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053249876745124029-6043817226945168022?l=willpassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/feeds/6043817226945168022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6053249876745124029&amp;postID=6043817226945168022' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/6043817226945168022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/6043817226945168022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/2008/09/cookies.html' title='Cookies'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456341163203482792</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SMC4fE6ir8I/AAAAAAAAAB0/trtomtBnfac/s72-c/DSCN8530.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053249876745124029.post-3117026295173891597</id><published>2008-08-31T19:05:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T19:20:58.729-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And It Doesn't Look a Mile Over 5,000...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SLtByLRFqXI/AAAAAAAAABc/Gtv1Ensmdg8/s1600-h/DSCN8522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SLtByLRFqXI/AAAAAAAAABc/Gtv1Ensmdg8/s320/DSCN8522.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240854921649432946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened yesterday. For almost half a month I've been keeping an eye on the odometer, making sure that I wasn't going to miss this special occasion. Saturday I made my weekly trek to Brent and Amber's so that I could do my laundry and I saw that it was about it turn so after dropping off my cloths I took a spin around the block then went to the church parking lot of photograph the occasion of it going from this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SLtCkOQ-cxI/AAAAAAAAABk/RSOkjlPOd8w/s1600-h/DSCN8513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SLtCkOQ-cxI/AAAAAAAAABk/RSOkjlPOd8w/s320/DSCN8513.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240855781447725842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...to this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SLtCwwM5OVI/AAAAAAAAABs/z5IufsuA7cA/s1600-h/DSCN8519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SLtCwwM5OVI/AAAAAAAAABs/z5IufsuA7cA/s320/DSCN8519.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240855996715841874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Afterwards Brent and I took apart the dashboard and he barely pushed in a group of wires and the gas and oil lights began working again. It's only run out of gas twice on us since the lights stopped working but now, hopefully, it won't happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053249876745124029-3117026295173891597?l=willpassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/feeds/3117026295173891597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6053249876745124029&amp;postID=3117026295173891597' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/3117026295173891597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/3117026295173891597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-it-doesnt-look-mile-over-5000.html' title='And It Doesn&apos;t Look a Mile Over 5,000...'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456341163203482792</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SLtByLRFqXI/AAAAAAAAABc/Gtv1Ensmdg8/s72-c/DSCN8522.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053249876745124029.post-4084759463882394869</id><published>2008-08-30T21:33:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T22:13:00.484-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Football'/><title type='text'>Football is Back!</title><content type='html'>After being in the South for two years you gain a greater appreciation for the game commonly known as "Football" Needless to say I was excited for this season to start.  I paid more attention to rankings, I paid more attention to conferences and I paid more attention to how I looked when I went to the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SLoR4hWypOI/AAAAAAAAABQ/vjGO5vHrn1k/s1600-h/DSCN8527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SLoR4hWypOI/AAAAAAAAABQ/vjGO5vHrn1k/s320/DSCN8527.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240520779123303650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back when I was in Montgomery I was walking through the Wal-Mart on Ann St (I'm sure you're all familiar with that one) and in the salon that they have there I saw a bottle of Blue Ice Spiker Gel for 60% off. It was just too good of a deal to pass up. At that point football season may have been 6 months away but that wasn't going to stop me from getting prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there I was decked out with blue hair and all and it was off to the game I went. And from there things didn't turn out quite as planned. It turns out that Jonah's Sportspass never made it through and so he won't be atteneding the games. Truely a tragity. I got to my seat on the East Blechers about ten rows from the top 20 minutes before the game started. The sun was beating on me and at that point some common sense kicked in and I thought to myself "I am going to get fried out here, I need sunblock. My hair is spiked and my scalp is exposed, that's going to kill!" I called my dad to see if he had any sunblock at the game, but he didn't. I went over to go see him and John anyway and it just so happened that they had bought new hats so my Dad let me use his old one. That is one of the few times that you will see me wearing a hat when I'm not forced to at work, I'm not a hat person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game didn't turn out as well as I had hopped. Sure we won 41-17 but there were too many fumbles and they just didn't look as sharp as the Crimson Tide did against Clemson. Roll Tide!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053249876745124029-4084759463882394869?l=willpassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/feeds/4084759463882394869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6053249876745124029&amp;postID=4084759463882394869' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/4084759463882394869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/4084759463882394869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/2008/08/football-is-back.html' title='Football is Back!'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456341163203482792</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SLoR4hWypOI/AAAAAAAAABQ/vjGO5vHrn1k/s72-c/DSCN8527.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053249876745124029.post-8283996887738919982</id><published>2008-08-30T21:25:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T22:12:50.511-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roommates'/><title type='text'>Results</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SLoQznDuoNI/AAAAAAAAABI/oIEnmBIhZ8I/s1600-h/DSCN8528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SLoQznDuoNI/AAAAAAAAABI/oIEnmBIhZ8I/s320/DSCN8528.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240519595242987730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeong is in the left and Jun is on the right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's okay! The test results came back last night and he doesn't have TB. I didn't get the call until about 9:30 this morning so I spent the night in the Hotel again. Overall it was good times. I got to sleep in a queen sized bed with three pillows and I got $20 worth of free food.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053249876745124029-8283996887738919982?l=willpassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/feeds/8283996887738919982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6053249876745124029&amp;postID=8283996887738919982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/8283996887738919982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/8283996887738919982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/2008/08/results.html' title='Results'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456341163203482792</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SLoQznDuoNI/AAAAAAAAABI/oIEnmBIhZ8I/s72-c/DSCN8528.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053249876745124029.post-7041129243474478872</id><published>2008-08-28T22:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T22:12:39.466-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roommates'/><title type='text'>Adventures In TB</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SLd_LLDRA-I/AAAAAAAAAA4/DLZEU9g02cM/s1600-h/DSCN8508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SLd_LLDRA-I/AAAAAAAAAA4/DLZEU9g02cM/s320/DSCN8508.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239796521390638050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You may be wondering, "What is Will wearing a mask for?" The answer is quite simple, my new roommate has tested positive for Tuberculosis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;       On Monday of  this week it was just me and my Korean roommate, Jun, living in our apartment made for six. It was nice, nobody else's dishes to deal with, no having to share a bathroom. On Tuesday morning a sleepingbag appeared on the bed in my room. I was informed that it belonged to a guy moving in named Jeff. That was okay, I was expecting a kid named Jeff to move in. The odd thing is that to this day I have never laid eyes on Jeff. A sleepingbag is on his bed but it hasn't been touched. Then, Tuesday evening Yeong (pronounced Young) moved in. He too is from Korea. I think it's rather easy to tell Jun and Yeong apart but one of Jun's Korean friends saw Yeong and thought it was Jun and thinks they look very similar. He was shocked I could tell them apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most of you know I work at Jamba Juice. It's a great working environment and I enjoy it. Today as I was at Jamba I was in the back and I felt my phone vibrate. I pulled it out and saw that I had a new voicemail. I didn't recognize the number that I missed and I thought I should check it because it might have been from an HR lady that I try as I might I can't get ahold of (more on that in another post). Well, it wasn't her. Rather it was a lady from my aprtment complex telling me that it was extreemly important I call her back before I return to my apartment. I thought I'd call her back right then, even though we are not supposed to have our phones on us at work I thought this sounded important. It was. It turns out that Yeong's TB test came up positive. She was calling me to tell me that the code to our apartment had been changed, we were not to go in without a mask and that she had booked a hotel room for us to stay in if we need it that our meals would be on the apartment complex. Yeong would have some more testing done and we would see if he really does have tuberculosis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SLeBmdg_xFI/AAAAAAAAABA/tHR9XDsdiqs/s1600-h/DSCN8509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SLeBmdg_xFI/AAAAAAAAABA/tHR9XDsdiqs/s200/DSCN8509.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239799189226898514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meanwhile, here's the place that I get to spend the night. It's not much but at least I don't have to sleep on Brent on Amber's couch. It's not that I wouldn't mind, I just don't know how they would react. They have a newborn and I'm kicked out of my place because of a TB scare... They are kind enough to let me use their computer this evening though for my first blog entry, after I washed up and didn't touch anything or come near Elizabeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be sharing the room with a Jeff. I say "a Jeff" because I found out talking to the apartment lady that there are going to be two kids named Jeff in my apartment. Two Jeff's and two Koreans... Well, two Koreans if one of them isn't shipped out of the country. Let's hope it doesn't come to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it for this entry. I'll let you know how things turn out as soon as I know anything more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053249876745124029-7041129243474478872?l=willpassey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/feeds/7041129243474478872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6053249876745124029&amp;postID=7041129243474478872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/7041129243474478872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053249876745124029/posts/default/7041129243474478872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willpassey.blogspot.com/2008/08/adventures-in-tb.html' title='Adventures In TB'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456341163203482792</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4W63NFyZdYI/SLd_LLDRA-I/AAAAAAAAAA4/DLZEU9g02cM/s72-c/DSCN8508.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
