<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224844832389265145</id><updated>2010-02-08T16:07:00.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mitchells Brain</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome to everything that goes on in the head of Stephen Mitchell. This blog is not to be taken seriously it is for entertainment purpose only. If you have not been offended yet, don't worry your time will come. Enjoy!!!</subtitle><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224844832389265145/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mitchellsbrain.com/smm/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224844832389265145/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mitchellsbrain.com/smm/atom.xml'/><author><name>Merc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867712168084793968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>484</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224844832389265145.post-8832166813001616082</id><published>2010-02-08T16:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T16:07:00.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alpha cat?</title><content type='html'>My neighborhood is being attacked by 3 cats. These cats must be male because they have been feeling the need to mark there territory all over my yards. I'm starting to lose my patients and don't know what to do. I'm looking for a good way to stop these pests from pooping and pissing in my yard. I need to become the alpha cat in my neighborhood and don't know how to do this. I would like to keep it civil but all I can come up with is to get out the BB gun and start making them scared to walk my fence or step in my yard. I would like to just mark my territory and they will stay away but I don't think it is that easy. Any suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4224844832389265145-8832166813001616082?l=www.mitchellsbrain.com%2Fsmm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224844832389265145/8832166813001616082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224844832389265145&amp;postID=8832166813001616082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224844832389265145/posts/default/8832166813001616082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224844832389265145/posts/default/8832166813001616082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mitchellsbrain.com/smm/2010/02/alpha-cat.html' title='Alpha cat?'/><author><name>mitchellsbrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641418328782281354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05164761232017389192'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224844832389265145.post-2760116167438574326</id><published>2010-02-07T10:55:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T11:07:26.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mental Endurance.</title><content type='html'>I have been training for my sprint triathlon for about a month now and have had my ups and downs. I have discovered that if I'm not mentally ready for my workout it is not a good one. If I'm ready to go and very motivated I usually have one of my best workouts ever. This has lead me to understand how important mental endurance plays a role in my daily workouts. Without the proper mind set I will not accomplish the goals I set. I hadn't realized before now, that my mental endurance is just as important as my physical endurance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4224844832389265145-2760116167438574326?l=www.mitchellsbrain.com%2Fsmm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224844832389265145/2760116167438574326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224844832389265145&amp;postID=2760116167438574326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224844832389265145/posts/default/2760116167438574326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224844832389265145/posts/default/2760116167438574326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mitchellsbrain.com/smm/2010/02/mental-endurance.html' title='Mental Endurance.'/><author><name>mitchellsbrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641418328782281354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05164761232017389192'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224844832389265145.post-612518692064135312</id><published>2010-01-30T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T12:06:39.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No more moles.</title><content type='html'>The moles have been removed from my body and I'm starting to recover. The procedure went well. The only problem was the fact that to numb the mole on my neck the stuck I needle in it. I think the mental part of that was the worst but the pain was not bad. I'm mole free now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4224844832389265145-612518692064135312?l=www.mitchellsbrain.com%2Fsmm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224844832389265145/612518692064135312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224844832389265145&amp;postID=612518692064135312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224844832389265145/posts/default/612518692064135312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224844832389265145/posts/default/612518692064135312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mitchellsbrain.com/smm/2010/01/no-more-moles.html' title='No more moles.'/><author><name>mitchellsbrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641418328782281354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05164761232017389192'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224844832389265145.post-7440763269750682319</id><published>2010-01-27T19:47:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T19:56:38.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Having 2 moles removed</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow I'm having 2 moles removed and I'm a little nervous and excited. I have had a mole in the middle of my back and on the side of my neck for as long as I can remember. The one on my neck always get hit be the clippers when I get a hair cut and the one on my back always gets caught on my shirts. It will be so nice to have these removed but I have heard that they are painful for days after the removal. I will be posting how much pain I'm in tomorrow and what I thought of the removal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4224844832389265145-7440763269750682319?l=www.mitchellsbrain.com%2Fsmm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224844832389265145/7440763269750682319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224844832389265145&amp;postID=7440763269750682319' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224844832389265145/posts/default/7440763269750682319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224844832389265145/posts/default/7440763269750682319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mitchellsbrain.com/smm/2010/01/having-2-moles-removed.html' title='Having 2 moles removed'/><author><name>mitchellsbrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641418328782281354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05164761232017389192'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224844832389265145.post-4638151530219015532</id><published>2010-01-26T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T19:46:58.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Public and Private posts</title><content type='html'>I have been very quite lately on my website. A lot of things are going on in my life and its just not public material. I have many good things coming up soon but for now I'm just pushing through the days. No worries thou, many people are going through hard times right now and somethings are better left not said to the world. &lt;div&gt;No, even I can't believe I just said that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4224844832389265145-4638151530219015532?l=www.mitchellsbrain.com%2Fsmm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224844832389265145/4638151530219015532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224844832389265145&amp;postID=4638151530219015532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224844832389265145/posts/default/4638151530219015532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224844832389265145/posts/default/4638151530219015532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mitchellsbrain.com/smm/2010/01/public-and-private-posts.html' title='Public and Private posts'/><author><name>mitchellsbrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641418328782281354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05164761232017389192'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224844832389265145.post-5466652796371383981</id><published>2010-01-24T16:53:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T18:14:46.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow packed weekend.</title><content type='html'>On Friday I called the wife from work about noon and said lets go to Prescott today. It was forecasted to snow on Friday night and my girls have been wanting to go to the snow for years. I got off at around 2pm and we headed out of town. It started to snow heavily as soon as we pulled up to my cousins house and it snow on and off all night long. On Saturday we ran around town getting some gloves and food. Then to the snow we went. We had a great time and I got to check playing in the snow off the dad list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4224844832389265145-5466652796371383981?l=www.mitchellsbrain.com%2Fsmm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224844832389265145/5466652796371383981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224844832389265145&amp;postID=5466652796371383981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224844832389265145/posts/default/5466652796371383981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224844832389265145/posts/default/5466652796371383981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mitchellsbrain.com/smm/2010/01/snow-packed-weekend.html' title='Snow packed weekend.'/><author><name>mitchellsbrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641418328782281354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05164761232017389192'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224844832389265145.post-6113630992232341809</id><published>2010-01-20T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T18:16:27.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The hard questions.</title><content type='html'>There are lots of things in life that you don't want to talk about or ask questions about. These are usually the topics that make people uncomfortable, or might upset them. These topics usually get left untouched. The answers to the unasked questions end up coming out later if you should of asked. Do you ask the hard questions or take the chances? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not sure were I'm going with this as much as I know lots of people have hard question in the back of your mind that they have never asked. Have you not asked because your not that worried about it or because your scared of the answer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4224844832389265145-6113630992232341809?l=www.mitchellsbrain.com%2Fsmm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224844832389265145/6113630992232341809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224844832389265145&amp;postID=6113630992232341809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224844832389265145/posts/default/6113630992232341809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224844832389265145/posts/default/6113630992232341809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mitchellsbrain.com/smm/2010/01/hard-questions.html' title='The hard questions.'/><author><name>mitchellsbrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641418328782281354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05164761232017389192'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224844832389265145.post-5859654900100157080</id><published>2010-01-16T21:00:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T21:16:29.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY for running!!!</title><content type='html'>This week I ran 12.8 miles and next week I will be adding biking to me daily routine. I'm hoping to find out were I will be doing the swimming part training of the triathlon by next week so I can add it to my weekly routine. &lt;div&gt;I have always thought running was stupid and was a ridiculous idea. After a 2 weeks of doing it I'm shocked to say that I really enjoy it. I feel better all day long and really feel like have accomplished something. I can't believe I ran almost 13 miles this week and I'm thinking about trying to get at least 16 in next week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4224844832389265145-5859654900100157080?l=www.mitchellsbrain.com%2Fsmm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224844832389265145/5859654900100157080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224844832389265145&amp;postID=5859654900100157080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224844832389265145/posts/default/5859654900100157080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224844832389265145/posts/default/5859654900100157080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mitchellsbrain.com/smm/2010/01/yay-for-running.html' title='YAY for running!!!'/><author><name>mitchellsbrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641418328782281354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05164761232017389192'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224844832389265145.post-7412300188533028605</id><published>2010-01-08T21:21:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T21:54:49.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me? A Triathlon man?</title><content type='html'>So this week I think I have been convinced to run a Sprint &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Triathlon"&gt;Triathlon&lt;/a&gt; at the end of March. A Sprint Triathlon is really just a 1/2 of an Olympic, and 1/4 of an Ironman Triathlon. It will consist of swimming 400 yards, bike riding 12 miles, and running 3.1 miles. I haven't committed yet by signing up, but for the next month I will be training like I'm going to enter and then make my final decision. I'm very excited at the idea of an end result to my fitness goals. Not that living a long health life isn't a reward but the Idea of being in a Triathlon is really exciting.  It will require me to work really hard in the next 3 months. I will keep you all updated on my status and how my progress is coming. I woke up at 4am Monday - Thursday this week and ran 2 miles everyday. That is were I am now. Come Monday I will be starting a 3.2 mile run and biking in the afternoon. &lt;div&gt;The only part of this I'm having a hard time with is finding a pool to train in. If you know of one please let me know. If your interested in the Triathlon I'm planing to be in, here is the link  &lt;a href="http://www.trifind.com/re_11301/SprintTriathlonAtVistancia.html"&gt;http://www.trifind.com/re_11301/SprintTriathlonAtVistancia.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4224844832389265145-7412300188533028605?l=www.mitchellsbrain.com%2Fsmm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224844832389265145/7412300188533028605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224844832389265145&amp;postID=7412300188533028605' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224844832389265145/posts/default/7412300188533028605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224844832389265145/posts/default/7412300188533028605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mitchellsbrain.com/smm/2010/01/me-triathlon-man.html' title='Me? A Triathlon man?'/><author><name>mitchellsbrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641418328782281354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05164761232017389192'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224844832389265145.post-3766216629532208019</id><published>2010-01-04T17:10:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T17:17:42.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the healthy side</title><content type='html'>I ate what ever and as much of it as I wanted over the past month and 1/2. I went back over the 200lbs mark and wanted to get back down under it. I have set a goal of being back under 200 in 2 weeks and under 190 in 2 months.  Summer is just around the corner and I want to have a mean lean body for pool party's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4224844832389265145-3766216629532208019?l=www.mitchellsbrain.com%2Fsmm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224844832389265145/3766216629532208019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224844832389265145&amp;postID=3766216629532208019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224844832389265145/posts/default/3766216629532208019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224844832389265145/posts/default/3766216629532208019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mitchellsbrain.com/smm/2010/01/back-to-healthy-side.html' title='Back to the healthy side'/><author><name>mitchellsbrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641418328782281354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05164761232017389192'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224844832389265145.post-893772396922872213</id><published>2009-12-31T15:12:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T15:24:38.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When I grow up.</title><content type='html'>This has been a very odd year for us and I'm ready to look forward. It has taken me over 30 years to decide what I want to be when I grow up. For the first time I have some direction and goals in my life. I'm not sure when or where the path will end, but I know what direction I'm headed. Life is full of unexpected twists and turns but as long as you know the direction your headed you can always get back on path. Here's to a messed up year that let me put life in perspective and understand the important things in it. The top looks pretty good from the bottom and it's time to get climbing out of this hole. &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/4224844832389265145-893772396922872213?l=www.mitchellsbrain.com%2Fsmm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224844832389265145/893772396922872213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224844832389265145&amp;postID=893772396922872213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224844832389265145/posts/default/893772396922872213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224844832389265145/posts/default/893772396922872213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mitchellsbrain.com/smm/2009/12/when-i-grow-up.html' title='When I grow up.'/><author><name>mitchellsbrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641418328782281354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05164761232017389192'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224844832389265145.post-1990811230628406767</id><published>2009-12-28T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T19:20:25.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazed for generations</title><content type='html'>For Christmas I received a blue-ray player. I didn't receive any movies with it so went to Walmart to find an inexpensive family movie. When looking through the blue-ray movies I found "the Wizard of Oz." I remember as a child my mother was a babysitter and me and the kids she watch loved this movie. We watched it everyday for an entire summer. I wasn't sure if I would like it as much as I did or if my daughters would like it at all, but I purchased it anyway just wondering if it was still as good as I remembered. Not only did it have unbelievable picture quality it is still one of my favourite movies of all time. My daughters said they loved it and want to watch it again tomorrow. I couldn't be more excited to watch it with them again tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4224844832389265145-1990811230628406767?l=www.mitchellsbrain.com%2Fsmm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224844832389265145/1990811230628406767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224844832389265145&amp;postID=1990811230628406767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224844832389265145/posts/default/1990811230628406767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224844832389265145/posts/default/1990811230628406767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mitchellsbrain.com/smm/2009/12/amazed-for-generations.html' title='Amazed for generations'/><author><name>mitchellsbrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641418328782281354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05164761232017389192'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224844832389265145.post-6929210401129379692</id><published>2009-12-26T09:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T09:18:00.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas future will be better than Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>The greatest holiday is thanksgiving. I hate the crowds, expectations and pressure of Christmas. Thanksgiving has no pressure or expectations to give anything but love. I love just getting together with family laughing, eating, and enjoying each others company. I think the gifts at Christmas just set people up with financial burdens and disappointment. I think this is the last year I will purchase gifts for anybody but my children. Starting next year all of our gifts will be made from the heart not purchased off a store shelf. We will no longer give away heartless gifts made in India. Everything we give away will be made in our home and come from the heart no matter what our financial situation is. &lt;br /&gt;Thank you horrible economy for making me understand my messed up vision of Christmas and making me see what is really important this time of year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4224844832389265145-6929210401129379692?l=www.mitchellsbrain.com%2Fsmm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224844832389265145/6929210401129379692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224844832389265145&amp;postID=6929210401129379692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224844832389265145/posts/default/6929210401129379692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224844832389265145/posts/default/6929210401129379692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mitchellsbrain.com/smm/2009/12/christmas-future-will-be-better-than.html' title='Christmas future will be better than Thanksgiving'/><author><name>mitchellsbrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641418328782281354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05164761232017389192'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224844832389265145.post-8143835307652978036</id><published>2009-12-25T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T09:56:00.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas love</title><content type='html'>This was a hard year for most and remember to make Christmas about being with each other not what you get each other.  &lt;br /&gt;I love you all and wish you all a VERY VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4224844832389265145-8143835307652978036?l=www.mitchellsbrain.com%2Fsmm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224844832389265145/8143835307652978036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224844832389265145&amp;postID=8143835307652978036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224844832389265145/posts/default/8143835307652978036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224844832389265145/posts/default/8143835307652978036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mitchellsbrain.com/smm/2009/12/christmas-love.html' title='Christmas love'/><author><name>mitchellsbrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641418328782281354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05164761232017389192'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224844832389265145.post-7880084341002425592</id><published>2009-12-24T18:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T21:17:44.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas funk</title><content type='html'>It has been a very hard year and I think I forgot the "" true meaning of Christmas. Last night we got a visit from some caroling family members that helped me remember that not giving a lot of presents out this year is actually a good thing. It has made me remember that presents are not the focus of Christmas it is the people. You will never find happiness in stuff. Thanks Holdaways, you saved Christmas, by helping me out of my funk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4224844832389265145-7880084341002425592?l=www.mitchellsbrain.com%2Fsmm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224844832389265145/7880084341002425592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224844832389265145&amp;postID=7880084341002425592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224844832389265145/posts/default/7880084341002425592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224844832389265145/posts/default/7880084341002425592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mitchellsbrain.com/smm/2009/12/christmas-funk.html' title='Christmas funk'/><author><name>mitchellsbrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641418328782281354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05164761232017389192'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224844832389265145.post-1140544861852081699</id><published>2009-12-16T16:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T16:20:16.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Defense</title><content type='html'>Lately it seems I'm always on the defense when other people are talking to me. I'm trying to learn how to listen. This is not as easy to do as it sounds. Listening is actually a very hard skill to learn. To not think of anything or start coming up with my answer before a person is finished talking is very difficult. Practice makes perfect so this is my new goal. Practice this everyday and remind myself every morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4224844832389265145-1140544861852081699?l=www.mitchellsbrain.com%2Fsmm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224844832389265145/1140544861852081699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224844832389265145&amp;postID=1140544861852081699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224844832389265145/posts/default/1140544861852081699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224844832389265145/posts/default/1140544861852081699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mitchellsbrain.com/smm/2009/12/defense.html' title='Defense'/><author><name>mitchellsbrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641418328782281354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05164761232017389192'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224844832389265145.post-6734365749290387024</id><published>2009-12-12T21:01:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T21:13:57.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nickles and dimes</title><content type='html'>I received at the beginning of the month a CDL five-year renewal. I have never received this before and wasn't sure what it was since I have had my CDL for 10years. I have found that new legislation was passed to make me go down to the DMV every 5 years and pay them money. It started recently, and guess what the government has there hand in my pocket again helping them selves or they will ruin my lively hood. It's only $15, but it's the point of it that pisses me off. It seems our government is finding new and fun ways to nickel and dime us to death for there wasteful spending.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4224844832389265145-6734365749290387024?l=www.mitchellsbrain.com%2Fsmm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224844832389265145/6734365749290387024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224844832389265145&amp;postID=6734365749290387024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224844832389265145/posts/default/6734365749290387024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224844832389265145/posts/default/6734365749290387024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mitchellsbrain.com/smm/2009/12/nickles-and-dimes.html' title='Nickles and dimes'/><author><name>mitchellsbrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641418328782281354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05164761232017389192'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224844832389265145.post-8422371809560574368</id><published>2009-12-02T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T09:20:27.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Respect</title><content type='html'>In todays world it seems respect is not easy to get. Disrespect is an extremely toxic part if any relationship. It could be a relationship with friends, co workers, pets, spouse, children, or the biggest one yourself. I do believe to truly respect others you have to respect yourself. You have to approve of you before you try to get others to approve. If you respect yourself, people will almost automatically respect you. Be the person you want to be friends with and you will be showed with respect. &lt;br /&gt;As you go through your day, remember that its not about who you please if you are not happy with yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4224844832389265145-8422371809560574368?l=www.mitchellsbrain.com%2Fsmm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224844832389265145/8422371809560574368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224844832389265145&amp;postID=8422371809560574368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224844832389265145/posts/default/8422371809560574368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224844832389265145/posts/default/8422371809560574368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mitchellsbrain.com/smm/2009/12/respect.html' title='Respect'/><author><name>mitchellsbrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641418328782281354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05164761232017389192'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224844832389265145.post-962894184392948403</id><published>2009-12-01T19:02:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T19:14:27.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All fired up</title><content type='html'>Today I was all fired up over competition taking down a pricing sign at an account. I'm not usually an aggressive person but I don't not except disrespect or losing very well at all. I really enjoy the competitiveness of my job and today was one of those days. It's going to be an interesting week, because I will win this battle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4224844832389265145-962894184392948403?l=www.mitchellsbrain.com%2Fsmm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224844832389265145/962894184392948403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224844832389265145&amp;postID=962894184392948403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224844832389265145/posts/default/962894184392948403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224844832389265145/posts/default/962894184392948403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mitchellsbrain.com/smm/2009/12/all-fired-up.html' title='All fired up'/><author><name>mitchellsbrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641418328782281354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05164761232017389192'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224844832389265145.post-2734732817593174506</id><published>2009-11-30T11:32:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T11:32:00.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to cut the crap</title><content type='html'>Today is the first day I have stayed away from the crap of the holiday. I even managed to work in a 2 mile walk/run. I will be running 4 days a week until the week of Christmas in hope to get down to 190 ish and be ok with gaining some weight back. Yesterday I was back over the 200 mark for the first time in months and I'm not happy about it. It's hard to stay motivated but I will reward myself with a guiltless Christmas eating feast if I'm able to stay motivated for the next 3 weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4224844832389265145-2734732817593174506?l=www.mitchellsbrain.com%2Fsmm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224844832389265145/2734732817593174506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224844832389265145&amp;postID=2734732817593174506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224844832389265145/posts/default/2734732817593174506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224844832389265145/posts/default/2734732817593174506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mitchellsbrain.com/smm/2009/11/time-to-cut-crap_30.html' title='Time to cut the crap'/><author><name>mitchellsbrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641418328782281354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05164761232017389192'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224844832389265145.post-3517265382495131886</id><published>2009-11-29T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T20:54:00.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A quick 8</title><content type='html'>So since Wednesday when I had family come into town I have eaten an insane amount of food that is not exactly healthy. We have been eating big meals late followed by deserts. Now tonight I hoped on the scale and have gained 8 pounds since Tuesday night. Looks like I'm going to have a couple of serious healthy weeks ahead of me since I need to lose all 8 pounds + before Christmas comes and we go for round 2 of unhealthy food that makes me happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4224844832389265145-3517265382495131886?l=www.mitchellsbrain.com%2Fsmm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224844832389265145/3517265382495131886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224844832389265145&amp;postID=3517265382495131886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224844832389265145/posts/default/3517265382495131886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224844832389265145/posts/default/3517265382495131886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mitchellsbrain.com/smm/2009/11/quick-8.html' title='A quick 8'/><author><name>mitchellsbrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641418328782281354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05164761232017389192'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224844832389265145.post-3760585442672408786</id><published>2009-11-28T20:48:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T23:54:24.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep pit party</title><content type='html'>We took the idea of digging a hole in the ground and cooking a turkey a step further and made it a night to remember. Instead of burning a bag of charcoal in a hole and expecting it to cook a turkey buried in the ground we made a night of it. We started with some basic ingredients. Research online on how to &lt;a href="http://www.ehow.com/how_2307302_deep-pit-turkey.html"&gt;deep pit&lt;/a&gt;, a new turkey, lots of wood, marshmallows, chocolate bars, graham crackers, and beer. This of course turned to a nice fire pit in the backyard with family, smores, and of course the beer. This created a great hot base to deep pit the Turkey in.  After about 4 hours of fire we had the hot coals to set the bird and go inside.  We started Elf the movie and had a great time waiting to see if the Turkey was going to start to cook this time or just fail and become nasty like the first one. This time we had an electronic thermometer in the bird to monitor its status. After we went out to check on the temp of the bird we got nervous because the bird had heated up so rapidly in the first 3 hours.  We decide to stay up because if it continued to cook that fast it would of been done in 1 to 2 hours. About 10 to 20 degrees before we would take the bird off it hit a wall and the heating of the bird slowed dramatically. At 3am we decided a quick nap was the best way to let the bird finish because obviously the saying " a watched pot never boils" was involved here. We woke up about 7am to find the bird had reached it's final temp and was ready to be dug up. The bird was amazing and now I'm sold on the deep pit. Its not just the moistest tasting meat I have ever had, the preparation to cook it is an amazing way to spend a holiday evening with family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4224844832389265145-3760585442672408786?l=www.mitchellsbrain.com%2Fsmm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224844832389265145/3760585442672408786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224844832389265145&amp;postID=3760585442672408786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224844832389265145/posts/default/3760585442672408786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224844832389265145/posts/default/3760585442672408786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mitchellsbrain.com/smm/2009/11/deep-pit-party.html' title='Deep pit party'/><author><name>mitchellsbrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641418328782281354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05164761232017389192'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224844832389265145.post-6069673215020559971</id><published>2009-11-27T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T19:39:07.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 out of 4 isn't bad</title><content type='html'>We had a plan to cook 4 Turkeys for 30 people on Thanksgiving. We had an oven Turkey, weber turkey, smoked Turkey (that was mine), and deep pit turkey. All turned out great except the deep pit. We put a family member in charge of the deep pit that hadn't done it in 40 years or so and missed some steps. We have decided to do some research and do it right this time. Failing is not an option so tonight we will be putting another bird in the ground in hopes of an amazing new way to me at cooking a bird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4224844832389265145-6069673215020559971?l=www.mitchellsbrain.com%2Fsmm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224844832389265145/6069673215020559971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224844832389265145&amp;postID=6069673215020559971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224844832389265145/posts/default/6069673215020559971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224844832389265145/posts/default/6069673215020559971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mitchellsbrain.com/smm/2009/11/3-out-of-4-isnt-bad.html' title='3 out of 4 isn&apos;t bad'/><author><name>mitchellsbrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641418328782281354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05164761232017389192'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224844832389265145.post-5665014486663533424</id><published>2009-11-26T10:29:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T10:35:23.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your post</title><content type='html'>This post is for you. On this Thanksgiving day I'm thank for so much but most of all I'm thankful for all of you. Everybody in my life means so much to me and I just want you to all know.&lt;div&gt;Thank you for being a part of my life and enjoy everybody around you today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4224844832389265145-5665014486663533424?l=www.mitchellsbrain.com%2Fsmm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224844832389265145/5665014486663533424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224844832389265145&amp;postID=5665014486663533424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224844832389265145/posts/default/5665014486663533424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224844832389265145/posts/default/5665014486663533424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mitchellsbrain.com/smm/2009/11/your-post.html' title='Your post'/><author><name>mitchellsbrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641418328782281354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05164761232017389192'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224844832389265145.post-2063077104301459443</id><published>2009-11-25T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T04:59:31.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow times round 2</title><content type='html'>I figured out tonight at 5pm that I need an oven thermometer. I thought to myself there is no way I'm facing the walmart the day before thanksgiving. I will just hit up the local supermarket and hope its not out of control. I told my brother in-law he was coming with me because so I would have a person to talk to when standing in line. Once again shocked! We got a parking spot right up front, found our thermometer, and walked towards the check out. A cashier meet me at the end of the isle and said I can check you out if you are ready. Are you kidding me...where are all of the people? The store had more employees then customers the night before thanksgiving at 6pm. I don't care what people say our economy is a disaster.  Was it just me or did anybody else come across these same experiences of way slower than expected stores?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4224844832389265145-2063077104301459443?l=www.mitchellsbrain.com%2Fsmm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224844832389265145/2063077104301459443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224844832389265145&amp;postID=2063077104301459443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224844832389265145/posts/default/2063077104301459443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224844832389265145/posts/default/2063077104301459443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mitchellsbrain.com/smm/2009/11/slow-times-round-2.html' title='Slow times round 2'/><author><name>mitchellsbrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641418328782281354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05164761232017389192'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>