<?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-6010716330204883710</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:16:06.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rrccytterberg</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrccytterberg.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010716330204883710/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrccytterberg.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>casper1122</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02268663779147501790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0H0Yhrs0-H0/SMWHJzINadI/AAAAAAAAAAk/yp1k27UFLkQ/S220/pic3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010716330204883710.post-3520005648908532600</id><published>2008-11-17T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T13:10:11.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Technology</title><content type='html'>Technology today is simply amazing. What i think is even more amazing is the fact that we can not live without it. If i were to ask anybody walking down the street if they had some sort of technology with them, i bet that they would say yes. If they said no i would ask them to prove it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technology itself has had an effect upon my life in a way that i never thought it would. I feel like i need it and can but don't want to live without it. If i don't have my cellphone with me i feel "naked'. I won't be able to get calls, my important text messages, or tell the time. (heaven forbid i use a clock) I need it and i can't live without it. Even when i don't have a lighter, i don't feel like i can function properly. What would i do if i could not feed my addiction to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cigarette&lt;/span&gt;. i guess i could sit there and suck on them. YUCK!!! maybe i could ask somebody to borrow theirs. Ha, i have found fire. Take that all of you who say the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cigarette&lt;/span&gt; is dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work at a pizza shop. The amount of technology that we use there just blows my mind. My entrie job revolves, not around knowing what a pizza is made of but knowing how to use the machines to make it. I have to mix dough, weigh it, bake it, wrap it, warm it and so on and so forth. I can't forget the register though. That if anything is the might be the most important thing in the shop. After all i can't sell a pizza if i don't take your money first. Then while they are waiting they can sit and watch TV. Isn't technology great. I love it and certainly do not want to live without it. That is just a silly thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010716330204883710-3520005648908532600?l=rrccytterberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrccytterberg.blogspot.com/feeds/3520005648908532600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010716330204883710&amp;postID=3520005648908532600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010716330204883710/posts/default/3520005648908532600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010716330204883710/posts/default/3520005648908532600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrccytterberg.blogspot.com/2008/11/technology.html' title='Technology'/><author><name>casper1122</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02268663779147501790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0H0Yhrs0-H0/SMWHJzINadI/AAAAAAAAAAk/yp1k27UFLkQ/S220/pic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010716330204883710.post-2877760602499582743</id><published>2008-11-03T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T13:10:59.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>smoking comercials</title><content type='html'>I remember as a child watching television and the commercials for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cigarettes&lt;/span&gt; would come on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;occasionally&lt;/span&gt;. One day they just stopped. It never had any relevance until i started smoking. Now there are an obscene amout of commercials on television telling everybody how big tobacco companies are pretty much killing the people. They are portraying that we as humans are STUPID that they know something we don't. Well thankyou very much for being my almighty enlightener, because i am obviously incapable of figuring out what i am doing to my own body. Thankyou very much for bringing me the sunny side of the truth.&lt;br /&gt;Here is my sunny side of truth. I like to smoke, period end of story. It is a social act that most of friends andi do together. I am looking for nobodys approval. Yes i know that there are serious health risks that go along with it. But these days what isn't going to kill you in the long run. The ciggarette is obvously not dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010716330204883710-2877760602499582743?l=rrccytterberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrccytterberg.blogspot.com/feeds/2877760602499582743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010716330204883710&amp;postID=2877760602499582743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010716330204883710/posts/default/2877760602499582743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010716330204883710/posts/default/2877760602499582743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrccytterberg.blogspot.com/2008/11/smoking-comercials.html' title='smoking comercials'/><author><name>casper1122</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02268663779147501790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0H0Yhrs0-H0/SMWHJzINadI/AAAAAAAAAAk/yp1k27UFLkQ/S220/pic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010716330204883710.post-6247274119832856973</id><published>2008-10-20T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T13:13:33.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret Addiction</title><content type='html'>Everybody has something. It is an interesting thing to say, but it is even more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;peculiar&lt;/span&gt; to hear. It is true, but for somebody to say that to you it sends both of you into thought about what your specific problems are. You know that the other person is thinking about the same thing that you are but you don't have a clue as to what it is. The strength of a person to be able to hide a serious drug addiction is impressive. But it also must indicate that the addiction is just that much more prevalent. Eating them away from the inside out. They physically can stop but mental aspect itself is something that that person must overcome. I have just read an essay on &lt;a href="http://www.thisibelieve.org/"&gt;www.thisibelieve.org&lt;/a&gt; called A Moment of admiralble strength. It clearly outlines this concept. It is something that should not be neglected.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010716330204883710-6247274119832856973?l=rrccytterberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrccytterberg.blogspot.com/feeds/6247274119832856973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010716330204883710&amp;postID=6247274119832856973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010716330204883710/posts/default/6247274119832856973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010716330204883710/posts/default/6247274119832856973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrccytterberg.blogspot.com/2008/10/secret-addiction.html' title='Secret Addiction'/><author><name>casper1122</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02268663779147501790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0H0Yhrs0-H0/SMWHJzINadI/AAAAAAAAAAk/yp1k27UFLkQ/S220/pic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010716330204883710.post-7737295053861664791</id><published>2008-10-20T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T10:01:31.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My pizza family</title><content type='html'>Work is work, stressful, hot, always something to do. We are all at a pizza shop. Most of the time we are laughing together and making jokes with one another. Occasionally though, there are times when it feels like your work is a jail that you will just never get out of. I am always in there taking care of my pizza family one way or another.This weekend however their bullshit hit an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;all time&lt;/span&gt; high. Our manager and assistant manager are dating and though the rumor chain i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;apparently&lt;/span&gt; said something about them so she has been acting very weird.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was supposed to work my normal shift of nine am to seven pm. Then at about two o clock i get a call from one of our employees saying he was going to be a little late tonight. Turns out he was two hours late. Then, not fifteen minutes later i find out that one of my employees is in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Breckenridge&lt;/span&gt; with nobody too cover for her. So being at a higher position in the food chain i had to cover. I work a thirteen hour shift due the lack of planning / communication of my fellow employees. We don't even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; to get into the drunken madness of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;. If you are in that condition when you show up to work i don't care who you are you should be fired. I sure do love my pizza family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010716330204883710-7737295053861664791?l=rrccytterberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrccytterberg.blogspot.com/feeds/7737295053861664791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010716330204883710&amp;postID=7737295053861664791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010716330204883710/posts/default/7737295053861664791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010716330204883710/posts/default/7737295053861664791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrccytterberg.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-pizza-family.html' title='My pizza family'/><author><name>casper1122</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02268663779147501790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0H0Yhrs0-H0/SMWHJzINadI/AAAAAAAAAAk/yp1k27UFLkQ/S220/pic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010716330204883710.post-1741933723339258864</id><published>2008-10-13T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T13:06:30.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>snow</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning at about 7:30. I walked outside to have a cigarette only to find snow on my car. I was pissed. Why do we need snow, if i was god and had the option of creating snow or not i wouldn't. It makes everything cold, and all fun outdoor activities become &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;no fun.&lt;/span&gt; Yes i know there is snowboarding, skiing, and ice skating. But i am really bad at those activities.&lt;br /&gt;So when it is cold out i just want to go inside and do nothing. Doing nothing is completely and utterly &lt;strong&gt;BORING. &lt;/strong&gt;I would much rather be in a place where it is permanently warm. However i am not encouraging global warming if that is what i am portraying. I just don't like the cold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010716330204883710-1741933723339258864?l=rrccytterberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrccytterberg.blogspot.com/feeds/1741933723339258864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010716330204883710&amp;postID=1741933723339258864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010716330204883710/posts/default/1741933723339258864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010716330204883710/posts/default/1741933723339258864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrccytterberg.blogspot.com/2008/10/snow.html' title='snow'/><author><name>casper1122</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02268663779147501790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0H0Yhrs0-H0/SMWHJzINadI/AAAAAAAAAAk/yp1k27UFLkQ/S220/pic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010716330204883710.post-7013599087511606427</id><published>2008-10-06T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T13:11:39.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Home</title><content type='html'>It was an average night on 48th ave. in Wheatridge, Colorado. Windows are locked up tight and my covers pulled up high. The time is about half past two in the morning. Some thing disrupts my slumber. Not a bad dream but somebodies voice was coming from my window. i get my mom up out of bed to check for me. It was a cop, my neighbor shot his brother and they could not find him. These occurrences happened occasionally where i lived. One would think that it would be silly to miss my old life.&lt;br /&gt;But in reality i miss that neighborhood a lot. I cherish the memories of me sitting on the top of my fence with my best friend eating grapes. Playing in the street, trying to skateboard and being cooler than all the other kids on the block. i was more active then than i am today. There was always something to do. It seemed as though whatever bad that there was around me i could just shrug off my shoulders and stay innocent.&lt;br /&gt;i drive by the old neighborhood occasionally. I look at my old house and the big air conditioner installed in the front. It looks absolutely terrible, but i can't do anything about it. This &lt;strong&gt;was&lt;/strong&gt; my home and these &lt;strong&gt;were&lt;/strong&gt; my neighbors. They are not any more. This really is just memory lane. i learned many of my morals on this little street. All i can cherish now from this place are my beloved memories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010716330204883710-7013599087511606427?l=rrccytterberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrccytterberg.blogspot.com/feeds/7013599087511606427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010716330204883710&amp;postID=7013599087511606427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010716330204883710/posts/default/7013599087511606427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010716330204883710/posts/default/7013599087511606427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrccytterberg.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-home.html' title='My Home'/><author><name>casper1122</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02268663779147501790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0H0Yhrs0-H0/SMWHJzINadI/AAAAAAAAAAk/yp1k27UFLkQ/S220/pic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010716330204883710.post-1171248631316889947</id><published>2008-09-22T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T13:05:39.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mushrooms</title><content type='html'>On the Red Rocks Community College a lawn mower is heard in the distance. A smooth but chilling breeze is blowing from the west. The crabgrass sways back and forth. Yet standing in the middle of a small clearing is a gathering of mushrooms surrounded by the color changing leaves from the ever coming fall. The bright sun reflecting off their white but dirt covered heads. They are steady even though the wind picks up. But yet, in the middle of these mushrooms their is one that does not fit. It is upside-down exposing its soft underside. The look of rot coming from the base of its stem making the crisp colors of the fallen leaves around it look tainted. Out of place flattening the grass around it. It seems as if all serenity is lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010716330204883710-1171248631316889947?l=rrccytterberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrccytterberg.blogspot.com/feeds/1171248631316889947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010716330204883710&amp;postID=1171248631316889947' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010716330204883710/posts/default/1171248631316889947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010716330204883710/posts/default/1171248631316889947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrccytterberg.blogspot.com/2008/09/mushrooms.html' title='Mushrooms'/><author><name>casper1122</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02268663779147501790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0H0Yhrs0-H0/SMWHJzINadI/AAAAAAAAAAk/yp1k27UFLkQ/S220/pic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010716330204883710.post-2978319499626950844</id><published>2008-09-21T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T23:33:05.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>if i were President</title><content type='html'>Hello, i am Robert &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ytterberg&lt;/span&gt; and i would like to thank the people for nominating me for president. I would like to start my speech off with two words, Obey Me! No, i am just kidding, if i were to be nominated as president i would probably hire somebody to write my speech for me just like most people that end up running for office. After all, what fun is it to be yourself in front of an entire nation when you just have somebody do things for you. I don't want to be creative i just want to run a country. how much more clear-cut can it be. Technically i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; even be lying to people &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; they aren't even my words right.&lt;br /&gt;President could seem kind of fun, actually if i want i could shoot for tyrant instead of president. i say jump and the people would say how high. lets raise taxes, yeah it could all go to me to spend. After all these billions of dollars are all conceptual. Nobody is ever going to see a cent of it, so why can't i spend it on whatever the heck i want. But wait a minute, i live in the real world and the only reason that our economy works is because the people make it work. The moment that we stop believing is when our economy dies. Too bad it can't rest on our shoulders. Oh wait, it does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010716330204883710-2978319499626950844?l=rrccytterberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrccytterberg.blogspot.com/feeds/2978319499626950844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010716330204883710&amp;postID=2978319499626950844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010716330204883710/posts/default/2978319499626950844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010716330204883710/posts/default/2978319499626950844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrccytterberg.blogspot.com/2008/09/if-i-were-president.html' title='if i were President'/><author><name>casper1122</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02268663779147501790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0H0Yhrs0-H0/SMWHJzINadI/AAAAAAAAAAk/yp1k27UFLkQ/S220/pic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010716330204883710.post-7143271670654937361</id><published>2008-09-15T13:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T13:15:30.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Tattoos, Piercings</title><content type='html'>Tattoos can mean a variety of things for many different people. The same can go for piercings. For me i hold the meaning of my tattoo very close. The tattoo that i have is a pair of wings on my back with my biological father's name between them. I got this because he killed himself when i was four years old. Throughout my entire life i have struggled with the thought of just letting it go. I never really wanted to because no matter what, you can not remember just the goods about one person. So for me to do this it was sort of a tribute to him as well as just a reminder for me that i can never forget.&lt;br /&gt;As for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;piercing&lt;/span&gt;, i got my lip pierced over the summer not for any other meaning except for the fact that i wanted too. However, i decided to take it out because my step dad is running for state senate. Considering the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;stereotype&lt;/span&gt; for kids with piercings i figured that i would do that for him because running for office has always been a dream of his. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; the great thing about piercings though, THEY COME OUT!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010716330204883710-7143271670654937361?l=rrccytterberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrccytterberg.blogspot.com/feeds/7143271670654937361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010716330204883710&amp;postID=7143271670654937361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010716330204883710/posts/default/7143271670654937361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010716330204883710/posts/default/7143271670654937361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrccytterberg.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-tattoos-piercings.html' title='My Tattoos, Piercings'/><author><name>casper1122</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02268663779147501790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0H0Yhrs0-H0/SMWHJzINadI/AAAAAAAAAAk/yp1k27UFLkQ/S220/pic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010716330204883710.post-4299104551928425145</id><published>2008-09-08T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T13:11:43.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Self Image</title><content type='html'>There is no denying that the images the media has portrayed to women of all ages has changed the perception of what a girl/woman would like to look like. However, to say that the same self image problems affect young men as much could hold some truth to that. It seems that in this day and age most 12-13 year old boys "dress to impress". Whether this refers to older siblings, friends or theior new teenage crush. It use to be that nice clothes, shirt tucked in and your hair parted to one side was a good idea not just to impress the person of your liking but as well as older people such as parents, family and sometimes the people at church. But in this day and age for a guy to grow his hair out long and kind of a grunge look is typical at that age. It is whats "in".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is not just a physical aspect for young men to need to conform. The mentality at that age is very similar for a large portion of those children. From what i have observed from my younger siblings as well as what i went through, you just want to be cool. Even if being cool is being rebelious, smoking pot, or simply just not doing your homework. They just want to be cool. After all if nobody thinks your cool at that age, it is typical for a lot of kids to get into highschool and become one of many steriotypes. The geeks are going to hang out with geeks the jocks with jock and skaters with skaters. Now you tell me, are people hanging out with people who are alike because of the social norm or images good or bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010716330204883710-4299104551928425145?l=rrccytterberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrccytterberg.blogspot.com/feeds/4299104551928425145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010716330204883710&amp;postID=4299104551928425145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010716330204883710/posts/default/4299104551928425145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010716330204883710/posts/default/4299104551928425145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrccytterberg.blogspot.com/2008/09/self-image.html' title='Self Image'/><author><name>casper1122</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02268663779147501790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0H0Yhrs0-H0/SMWHJzINadI/AAAAAAAAAAk/yp1k27UFLkQ/S220/pic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010716330204883710.post-7095653280560937884</id><published>2008-09-07T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T23:10:48.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>McCain's Speech</title><content type='html'>From the beginning of the speech i felt that the audience was completely out of control. Trying to get a point out of the speech was very difficult because it seemed that McCain had to only say a sentence to make the crowd go wild. He started out his speech thanking people and accepting his nomination as the republican presidential candidate. Then to say that he respects and admires Obama and his followers for their beliefs, then throws the comment of we are going to win the election at them. Personally i would like to here his reasons for winning before he starts making assumptions like that. To try and state this in a 45 minute speech i feel he did not do a very good job. If you want to make a point start with it, explain it and give it to me short and sweet. i still am not quite sure what he is trying to get across other than "change". Wait a minute, isn't that Obama's thing, CHANGE. but then for him to contradict him as much as he did really confused me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010716330204883710-7095653280560937884?l=rrccytterberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrccytterberg.blogspot.com/feeds/7095653280560937884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010716330204883710&amp;postID=7095653280560937884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010716330204883710/posts/default/7095653280560937884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010716330204883710/posts/default/7095653280560937884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrccytterberg.blogspot.com/2008/09/mccains-speech.html' title='McCain&apos;s Speech'/><author><name>casper1122</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02268663779147501790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0H0Yhrs0-H0/SMWHJzINadI/AAAAAAAAAAk/yp1k27UFLkQ/S220/pic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010716330204883710.post-235238093302053861</id><published>2008-08-30T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T21:21:46.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Barack's Speech</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Throughout the week i have been a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; with some of the speeches that have been made.  For example, Mrs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Obama's&lt;/span&gt; speech &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lasted&lt;/span&gt; eight minutes and her best lines didn't even come from her. The speech that senator &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt; gave on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; was not terribly impressive. It seems as if he was more concerned in bashing McCain than addressing the issues presented before him. For example, "It's not because John McCain doesn't care.  It's because John McCain doesn't get it." When Senator &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt; made statements such as this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;personally&lt;/span&gt; i feel that the example he gave were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;inadequate&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Aside from this, the reaction that he got from the crowd was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;impressive&lt;/span&gt;. For one person to not even make a speech yet and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; that much of an effect on people is something that i find astounding. Whether or not i agree with some of the points that were made &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; night i must say that he had a good presentation. I think that he could easily have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;amassed&lt;/span&gt; a crowd three times the amount of what he had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010716330204883710-235238093302053861?l=rrccytterberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrccytterberg.blogspot.com/feeds/235238093302053861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010716330204883710&amp;postID=235238093302053861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010716330204883710/posts/default/235238093302053861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010716330204883710/posts/default/235238093302053861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrccytterberg.blogspot.com/2008/08/baracks-speech.html' title='Barack&apos;s Speech'/><author><name>casper1122</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02268663779147501790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0H0Yhrs0-H0/SMWHJzINadI/AAAAAAAAAAk/yp1k27UFLkQ/S220/pic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010716330204883710.post-2060282946869789567</id><published>2008-08-27T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T13:00:03.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Text, Educational or non-Educational</title><content type='html'>Throughout generations there have been a numerous amount of texts that are considered educational as well as non educational. Almost all texts have some sort of educational value. Whether or not it is something you are interested in learning is the question that the reader must ask themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   For example, a sign on the side of the road is something that most people are going to see as they drive by. If it is a speed limit sign or a billbord advertising the new powerball amount it is still trying to send a message. Even if you do not like the message that it is trying to tell you, you are still learning and sometimes retaining that information. That is the point of educating people whether it happens by book or not. I personally feel that there is no text that is not educational.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010716330204883710-2060282946869789567?l=rrccytterberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrccytterberg.blogspot.com/feeds/2060282946869789567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010716330204883710&amp;postID=2060282946869789567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010716330204883710/posts/default/2060282946869789567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010716330204883710/posts/default/2060282946869789567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrccytterberg.blogspot.com/2008/08/text-educational-or-non-educational.html' title='Text, Educational or non-Educational'/><author><name>casper1122</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02268663779147501790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0H0Yhrs0-H0/SMWHJzINadI/AAAAAAAAAAk/yp1k27UFLkQ/S220/pic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
