<?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-20115847</id><updated>2011-12-14T19:05:23.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One day in the real world</title><subtitle type='html'>Ranting and Ravings of a Man child who's just looking to make the world a better place</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedayrealworld.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20115847/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedayrealworld.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mark Flannery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06081839706927826314</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>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20115847.post-114023280510238514</id><published>2006-02-17T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T15:09:04.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quitting my Job</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Well I am quitting my job today. Don't get me wrong I love my Job I love the Pay and the benefits I truly like the people I work with and the help I provide to others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The reason I am quitting is because I'm about to come into a large amount of money, No it's true I got and email today from Mr. Puledi Mpezi, Provincial Director Pacific Bank of South Africa,Johannesburg Branch. Turns out an Oil Contractor in South Africa died in a car crash in 1998 and left a large amount of money. And he has been kind enough to choose me to be the person that will have all this money. I know this is a real offer because I have gotten the letter from him three times in the past two days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I will be getting $20 million but I have to split it with Mr. Puledi but $10 million is more then I need to live a life of comfort, My kids will go to the best School's and I'll live Like a Kennedy, I'll hide the money in off shore accounts so as not to have to pay taxes like they do, I'll make sure to put it trust so as to protect it for the Death Tax just like them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Well I have to go Seems the girl across from me has gotten the same E-mail, what are the chances of that happening, so I had better hurry up and reply to Mr. Puledi with my bank Info, that silly girl across from me doesn't think it's real, silly girls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Next time you hear from me it will be from the warm beaches in the south Pacific sipping on a Non-Alcoholic Mai Tai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Stonyman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20115847-114023280510238514?l=onedayrealworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedayrealworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114023280510238514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20115847&amp;postID=114023280510238514' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20115847/posts/default/114023280510238514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20115847/posts/default/114023280510238514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedayrealworld.blogspot.com/2006/02/quitting-my-job.html' title='Quitting my Job'/><author><name>Mark Flannery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06081839706927826314</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-20115847.post-113944240293024317</id><published>2006-02-08T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T17:37:12.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>National Single Awareness Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok this doesn't Apply to me anymore I have a wonderful wife and family but I remember what it's like to be single with no hope of spending Valentines Day with someone you like let alone love, But her are a few things you can do to make Valentines day a little more bearable.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Radio Stations&lt;/span&gt;- I would love to call my local Classic Rock and request songs Like; Love Stinks by the J Giles Band, or maybe Nazereth's Love Hurt. If your a country fan Travis Tritt's Here's a Quarter Call someone who cares couldn't say it better, George Straight's, All My Ex's live in Texas, works. And I'm sure there are even more Modern Song that fit the bill. But make sure you tell the DJ that this is for NSA Day, most get the joke and will gladly play them for you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Valentine's Day Massacre&lt;/span&gt;- This is were you gather a bunch of your single spiteful, lonely Just like you and go to a nice romantic restaurant, Now be as loud, rude and rowdy as you want the purpose of this is to remind everyone that not everybody has that certain someone and it's rude for them to rub that fact that you are lonely and have no one in your face, the best part is as they leave toss the stupid candy hearts at them just to show you care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;At your Place of work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- Replace the hearts and picture of Cupid with pictures of crying children and the cost of raising one of these little ankle biters to the age 18 then the raising cost of giving one the snot machine a collage education so that they can get a descent job and you wont have them living in you Basement until they get a better job the the local McDonald's, So how much of the Brazilian Rain Forrest had to be cleared to make enough land to grow the millions of rose's that get bought for this day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;These are just some of the things you can do on NSA day and fill the void in your life till that certain someone comes along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As for me, I'll be home in my In-Laws basement with my beautiful wife making her a romantic dinner for two and listening to the mixed tape I made in 1984 for the woman I married . Oh I crap does anyone know where I can get a dozen Rose's for her and not have to take a Title loan out on my Car????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stonyman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20115847-113944240293024317?l=onedayrealworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedayrealworld.blogspot.com/feeds/113944240293024317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20115847&amp;postID=113944240293024317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20115847/posts/default/113944240293024317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20115847/posts/default/113944240293024317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedayrealworld.blogspot.com/2006/02/national-single-awareness-day.html' title='National Single Awareness Day'/><author><name>Mark Flannery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06081839706927826314</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-20115847.post-113876960319251965</id><published>2006-01-31T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T17:41:29.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd Grade Science Fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Tomorrow is my son's 3rd grade Science Fair. And like any good parent I am torn. I want my son to do the work himself but I also want him to blow away the competition. At first he wanted to show how to make and blowtorch out of the heating element that comes in the MRE (meals ready to eat) that I brought home from helping out with Hurricane Rita and Katrina, my first thought was " that would be SOOO COOL" but then the Parent Part of my brain kick in and I had to say NO. Then he wanted to make a flame thrower out a BBQ lighter and Lysol, Again way cool but the Parent part, the parent part ruins more father/Son bonding moments, so finally he settled on making a Potato powered Light, not as Flashy or, do tell his mom, as fun, But safer and his mom and I don't have to got to those parenting classes again, show your son just once how to make a flash pot out of some black powder and a Radio battery and there Department of Child and Family Services get all upset, So him and his Mom looked on-line and went to the electronic store and got the stuff that he needed to make a light powered by an Idaho dinner. My biggest fear is some kids mom and dad or going to take over their kids project and come in with a portable cold fusion reactor, Don't worry I still remember how to make a pretty killer stink bomb with a little laundry soap and drain cleaner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Take Care,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Stonyman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20115847-113876960319251965?l=onedayrealworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedayrealworld.blogspot.com/feeds/113876960319251965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20115847&amp;postID=113876960319251965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20115847/posts/default/113876960319251965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20115847/posts/default/113876960319251965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedayrealworld.blogspot.com/2006/01/3rd-grade-science-fair.html' title='3rd Grade Science Fair'/><author><name>Mark Flannery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06081839706927826314</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-20115847.post-113807375043699066</id><published>2006-01-23T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T17:40:15.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>38 years old Is not the age to Start</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok I know its been awhile. Sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Well a couple of weeks ago my 8 year old went Snow Boarding for the very first time, Hey I live in Utah it was bound to happen sooner or later, anyways. He wanted me to go with him. First I am 38 years old an I thinks there is a law on the books somewhere that's says people over the age of 30 are forbidden from being on a Snow board, it's in the Bible, but I told him I would go Skiing while he took lessons. I had forgotten that the last time I went Skiing was 24 years ago and even then I wasn't very good. But being the good Father that I am I went rented skies boots poles and put on a pair of long underwear and through on a jacket, this shocked my friends. I walk around year round in shorts a T-shirt I an immune to the cold so they wanted to know what was up. I told the true extra padding went I fell and broke my butt. Well we went up to Sundance and surprise, surprise I can still ski and not break my neck. Even thought I'd try hopping on a snowboard and show the kid how it was done. Luckily Just as I was about to trade the two leg breaking sticks stuck to the bottom of my feet for just one back breaking stick I hit a bump and found my feet and head trading places and finding out snow like sand can find it's way into some very uncomfortable places on the male anatomy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and I lay there waiting the 15 minutes for my breath to return I realized there are some things a 38 year old man should not try for the first time and I have a list here for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. Snowboarding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. Extreme Mountain Biking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3. Chasing 21 year old Co-ed's from the local collage( my wife told me that one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4. Base Jumping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5. Playing Lead guitar for a Punk Rock Band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6. Body piercing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm sure there are a few more but these are the ones that come to mind.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take care&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stonyman&lt;/strong&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/20115847-113807375043699066?l=onedayrealworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedayrealworld.blogspot.com/feeds/113807375043699066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20115847&amp;postID=113807375043699066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20115847/posts/default/113807375043699066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20115847/posts/default/113807375043699066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedayrealworld.blogspot.com/2006/01/38-years-old-is-not-age-to-start.html' title='38 years old Is not the age to Start'/><author><name>Mark Flannery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06081839706927826314</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-20115847.post-113642169345189568</id><published>2006-01-04T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T16:41:33.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have I got a deal for you!!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm driving to work today when my cell phone rings. " Mr Stonyman have we got a deal for you! You qualify for a new platinum Master Card with a $10,000 Credit Limit" I think Great the last thing I need is another Credit Card. " All we would need today is a small deposit of $179 to activate your card and express mail it out to you today."&lt;br /&gt;Ok I know I am not the only one who gets these call, well maybe I am, they seem to come four days in a row always at the beginning of the month, but tell me has anyone ever signed up for one of these things. I always ask them at the beginning of the call" whets this going to cost me?" that's when they stutter and start with the "Nothing really it's just a small deposit to help us with the processing fee." if it's not really going to cost me anything, PUT THE FEE ON THE CARD! It's what only 1.78% of what my credit limit is put on this card you want to send me. I am not giving you my Checking account numbers or another credit card to charge it to. This one even tried to sound really legitimate by giving me an address and phone number to call them back at to verifiy that they where real. I don't know how they get my number but please tell them to stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20115847-113642169345189568?l=onedayrealworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedayrealworld.blogspot.com/feeds/113642169345189568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20115847&amp;postID=113642169345189568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20115847/posts/default/113642169345189568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20115847/posts/default/113642169345189568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedayrealworld.blogspot.com/2006/01/have-i-got-deal-for-you.html' title='Have I got a deal for you!!!!'/><author><name>Mark Flannery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06081839706927826314</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-20115847.post-113633978558933577</id><published>2006-01-03T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T17:44:18.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you ready to Rumble</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Happy New Year.&lt;br /&gt;That means every Tom Dick and Harriet has decided to Lose weight and are now taking up the good machines at your local Gym, This is Black Friday to the Gym Owners as they make sure they have few if any membership deals going on right now, sign up as Self conscious&lt;br /&gt;over weight people as possible. Knowing full well that if one in twenty last past March it's because they are the few serious ones that A: truly want to get in shape B: Are under Doctors orders to get in shape or C: are homeless and need a place to shower and stay warm. Wait if you could afford the outrageous gym fees you can be homeless, unless you are homeless because of the gym fees. Man you got a better chance of defaulting on a Mafia loan shark and walking away with your legs in tack then you do of getting out of you gem's 2 year contract. You know the Men that Caught Saddam over in Iraq, They work for Gold's Gym as collection agents and Saddam was behind on his Payments. Now if we could just get Osama Bin laden to sing up with 24 hour fitness we'd be able to track is skinny furry butt.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Good Luck,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stonyman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20115847-113633978558933577?l=onedayrealworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedayrealworld.blogspot.com/feeds/113633978558933577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20115847&amp;postID=113633978558933577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20115847/posts/default/113633978558933577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20115847/posts/default/113633978558933577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedayrealworld.blogspot.com/2006/01/are-you-ready-to-rumble.html' title='Are you ready to Rumble'/><author><name>Mark Flannery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06081839706927826314</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-20115847.post-113598206962001417</id><published>2005-12-30T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T14:34:29.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHO DO YOU BLAME????</title><content type='html'>OK WE ALL KNOW THE STORY BY NOW IF NOT CHECK YOU THIS LINK &lt;a href="http://www.breitbart.com/news/2005/12/30/D8EQNBD86.html"&gt;http://www.breitbart.com/news/2005/12/30/D8EQNBD86.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK NOW SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME HOW DOES A TEENAGE BOY GET ENOUGH MONEY TO&lt;br /&gt;ONE: GET THE VISAS AND OTHER TRAVEL PAPERS TO GET TO THE MIDDLE EAST&lt;br /&gt;TWO: LAST I CHECKED IT'S A COUPLE THOUSAND BUCKS JUST TO FLY THERE&lt;br /&gt;DON'T GET ME WRONG, I UNDERSTAND THE KIDS WANT TO LEARN MORE ABOUT IRAQ, HECK IT'S WHERE HIS FAMILY IS FROM, AND HIS DESIRE TO BE A JOURNALIST. AND BLAME DOES FALL SQUARELY ON HIM HE GOT ON TO THE PLANE HE BOUGHT THE TICKETS, IT WAS HIS IDEA. BUT HE HAD TO GET THE MONEY FROM SOMEWHERE. COME ON YOU DON'T MAKE THAT KIND OF MONEY A THE LOCAL QUICKY MART AND ON A PAPER ROUTE. THE MOM AND POPS NEED TO TAKE SOME RESPONSIBILITY HERE. ALSO HIS SCHOOL, IF I DIDN'T SHOW UP FOR SCHOOL THERE SURE AS HELL LET MY PARENTS KNOW ABOUT IT, WHY DIDN'T HIS SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;PLUS AFTER HE CALLED HIS PARENTAL UNITS FROM KUWAIT THEY TOLD HIM TO GO TO A RELATIVES PLACE IN LEBANON. ONLY MAKING IT EASRIER FOR THEIR SON TO GET TO IRAQ. THEY SHOULD HAVE HAD THEIR RELATIVES TO TIE HIS STUPID BUTT UP AND THROW HIM ON THE NEXT PLANE BACK TO THE U.S. of A. THEN THERE WOULD BE HELL TO PAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20115847-113598206962001417?l=onedayrealworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedayrealworld.blogspot.com/feeds/113598206962001417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20115847&amp;postID=113598206962001417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20115847/posts/default/113598206962001417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20115847/posts/default/113598206962001417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedayrealworld.blogspot.com/2005/12/who-do-you-blame.html' title='WHO DO YOU BLAME????'/><author><name>Mark Flannery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06081839706927826314</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-20115847.post-113582163029140669</id><published>2005-12-28T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T17:47:59.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are we there Yet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well I hope everyone had a great Christmas, or are having a great Hanukkah, and or Kwanza. I wish everyone a happy safe and prosperous New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;     My Question for you today is "Are we there yet"? As in are we in the Future yet I remember in school they told us that in the future we'd be able to go anywhere in the blink of and eye, disease would be a thing of the past, and robots and clones would be doing all the work so man could work on the really important things, Like making a Cup holder for cars that will hold every size of cup keep it cold or hot and never spill, even when that Idiot on the cell phone cuts you off and makes you swerve so as not to put her in the to the wall on the freeway and make you late for work cause you got to wait for the police to come take a report and then call a tow truck...... Oops sorry a little off subject there.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;     So where was I oh yea the Future, well thanks to the Internet we can pretty go anywhere on the earth and beyond in the blink of an eye, as long as you aren't using dial up. And most of the diseases I had to worry about When I was born are over and done with, we just have all new and better diseases, AIDS, SAR, Bird Flu, and the very worst Liberalism. Robots do a lot of the things we use to do, just ask anyone that use to work in the Car factories in Detroit, and as for Clones just look at Most of Hollywood and the Evening News on NBC, ABC, CBS and CNN and let you be the Judge.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Live Long and Prosper,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stonyman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20115847-113582163029140669?l=onedayrealworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedayrealworld.blogspot.com/feeds/113582163029140669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20115847&amp;postID=113582163029140669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20115847/posts/default/113582163029140669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20115847/posts/default/113582163029140669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedayrealworld.blogspot.com/2005/12/are-we-there-yet.html' title='Are we there Yet?'/><author><name>Mark Flannery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06081839706927826314</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-20115847.post-113539225170507009</id><published>2005-12-23T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T17:50:01.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas is coming</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;     Well Christmas is this week-end, Yes CHRISTMAS, not X-mas, not Happy Holidays. I'll accept Happy Hanukkah, heck I would look forward to a Happy Hanukkah, even Happy Ramadan if it falls in December this year, Sorry not to sure. Heck while I think it's a political thing and not a holiday wish me a Joyful Kwanza, even a timely Winter solstice. But lets stop with these PC bull crap Happy Holiday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;     I am happy to report that here in Gods country people are making it a point to wish everyone a MERRY CHRISTMAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; . &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And if some one isn't of the Christian persuasion we are not trying to insult you, it's just for us this is a very joyful time of the year a time of renewal a birth of some one that we believe came to not only save us but everyone and we just want to share the joy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't drink, anymore, but when I go a celebration and someone offers me a drink to share in the celebration I am not insulted, I decline grab something non alcoholic and raise a toast and thank them for including me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;     So lets cut the Happy holidays crap, be proud of who or what you are, pick up the drink of you choice and wish everyone a Happy New Year...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;     Oh Yeah Seasons Greetings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stonyman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20115847-113539225170507009?l=onedayrealworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedayrealworld.blogspot.com/feeds/113539225170507009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20115847&amp;postID=113539225170507009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20115847/posts/default/113539225170507009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20115847/posts/default/113539225170507009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedayrealworld.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-is-coming.html' title='Christmas is coming'/><author><name>Mark Flannery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06081839706927826314</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-20115847.post-113530702226988376</id><published>2005-12-22T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T17:52:19.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Started</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;    Just getting started with this Blog thing on the internet. Let me tell you a little about myself. First anything I say ask an adult. I never take much of life serious. I've seen way too much to worry about what the person next to me is going to think. Don't get me wrongs I do care and respect those around me, and I don't go out of my way to insult someone, unless they are a bleeding heart liberal. That should also tell you something also, I hate bleeding heart liberal, I can understand a normal lib's want, help those less fortunate, stand up for the little guy, but a BHL ( Bleeding Heart Lib) says they want these things and are not willing to help the person make a better life but they sure as hell want to make those that have it better suffer until everyone is in the Outhouse. Rather then try to build everyone up lets tear everyone down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;     I am a father of three and I love my kids my hope with this blog is to help try make the world a better safe place. How I'm going to do that ranting and raving on the internet I don't know, I am a member of the Utah National Guard and I know How I make a better world that way. I work as a TSR and that helps me put food on the table pay child support, and see a movie every once in awhile, I'll talk more later and give insite to the world &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stonyman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20115847-113530702226988376?l=onedayrealworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedayrealworld.blogspot.com/feeds/113530702226988376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20115847&amp;postID=113530702226988376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20115847/posts/default/113530702226988376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20115847/posts/default/113530702226988376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedayrealworld.blogspot.com/2005/12/getting-started.html' title='Getting Started'/><author><name>Mark Flannery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06081839706927826314</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></feed>
