<?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-1483012483997406818</id><updated>2011-07-28T06:27:40.679-07:00</updated><category term='gay'/><category term='first'/><category term='school'/><category term='oklahoma'/><title type='text'>In the words of Blake</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Blake Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810329834645306686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0r87jITpLsw/SUyj011G2oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-TVaO2_3-gk/S220/l_4dcce8004a7a6d4c41e494f6bd887d3d.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483012483997406818.post-5401376488114218772</id><published>2010-05-15T08:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T10:07:06.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IM MOVING ON!!!</title><content type='html'>So.. Its that time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have fallen in place and its time for me to move on.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It is taking alot for me not to cry as I write this.  I have learned so much in the past few years.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I could write so much about "love" and "lose" but ummm no hahahah I would be lying..  You can't say you lost something you never had... and you can't actually love something that does not have the ability to love you back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  What I can say is that I have made some amazing friends.  I am old enough to know the difference between friends that are life long and friends that are passing through your life..  I know that I have been a friend that just passed through many peoples lives but I still hope I made and impact.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So Dallas here I come!!!!  I hope that eventually some of my friends in Oklahoma will make that move as well!!!!!!!!  DONT MAKE ME CALL YOU OUT!!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I love you guys and thanks for reading!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be updating at the move goes on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1483012483997406818-5401376488114218772?l=blakebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/5401376488114218772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-moving-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/5401376488114218772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/5401376488114218772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-moving-on.html' title='IM MOVING ON!!!'/><author><name>Blake Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810329834645306686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0r87jITpLsw/SUyj011G2oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-TVaO2_3-gk/S220/l_4dcce8004a7a6d4c41e494f6bd887d3d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483012483997406818.post-6341518869853722776</id><published>2010-03-11T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T10:07:49.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the happenings</title><content type='html'>so I have not updated in a very long time and im sorry for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to make this simple.... (in the order of events)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  We just celebrated Brenna's Birthday she turned 21  &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/search/?q=brenna&amp;init=quick#!/profile.php?id=517820680&amp;ref=search&amp;sid=509191886.4170599073..1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Brennas FB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I am currently learning ASL (American Sign Language) I feel this is very important and I am catching on very fast and I love it.....  &lt;a href="http://www.lifeprint.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Site im using&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  We are gearing up for the marriage of Beth and Jeff.  Beth, Katie, and Jeff have all been some of my closest friends since 2004-05 and have been constants in my life.  They are family.  &lt;a href="http://weddings.theknot.com/pwp/pwp2/view/MemberPage.aspx?coupleId=4396687750909614"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Wedding site&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Right after the wedding I am moving to Dallas TX.  To be closer to my family and to start a new life and career!!!!  Changes are what keeps people going.. and I am looking forward to this one so very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1483012483997406818-6341518869853722776?l=blakebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/6341518869853722776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2010/03/happenings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/6341518869853722776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/6341518869853722776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2010/03/happenings.html' title='the happenings'/><author><name>Blake Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810329834645306686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0r87jITpLsw/SUyj011G2oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-TVaO2_3-gk/S220/l_4dcce8004a7a6d4c41e494f6bd887d3d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483012483997406818.post-6967586780565534690</id><published>2010-01-29T18:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T18:22:16.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed wmode="opaque" src="http://c2.static.ning.com/socialnetworkmain/widgets/video/flvplayer/flvplayer.swf?v=201001211600" FlashVars="config=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.adgabber.com%2Fvideo%2Fvideo%2FshowPlayerConfig%3Fid%3D546804%253AVideo%253A183621%26ck%3D-&amp;amp;video_smoothing=on&amp;amp;autoplay=off&amp;amp;isEmbedCode=1" width="456" height="260" bgColor="#FFFFFF" scale="noscale" allowScriptAccess="always" allowFullScreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.adgabber.com/video/video"&gt;Find more videos like this on &lt;em&gt;AdGabber&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1483012483997406818-6967586780565534690?l=blakebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/6967586780565534690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2010/01/find-more-videos-like-this-on-adgabber.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/6967586780565534690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/6967586780565534690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2010/01/find-more-videos-like-this-on-adgabber.html' title=''/><author><name>Blake Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810329834645306686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0r87jITpLsw/SUyj011G2oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-TVaO2_3-gk/S220/l_4dcce8004a7a6d4c41e494f6bd887d3d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483012483997406818.post-6877481054107725824</id><published>2009-11-30T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T09:27:44.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THANKSGIVING</title><content type='html'>THANKSGIVING TRIP....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well I want to make this short and sweet... My aunt Cindy and myself spent the entire break together and it was sooo much fun... We had lots of wine and well just kinda took the trip as it went...  Its so much better when you dont have plans because then NOTHING can stress you out....  I posted some pictures below of the randomness that occured...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s450.photobucket.com/albums/qq228/blakethespanishjew/?action=view&amp;current=lolinitials.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i450.photobucket.com/albums/qq228/blakethespanishjew/lolinitials.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; My dad has wine glasses with 'B' on them for Baumann...  lol niceee &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s450.photobucket.com/albums/qq228/blakethespanishjew/?action=view&amp;current=vinyard2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i450.photobucket.com/albums/qq228/blakethespanishjew/vinyard2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s450.photobucket.com/albums/qq228/blakethespanishjew/?action=view&amp;current=vinyard.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i450.photobucket.com/albums/qq228/blakethespanishjew/vinyard.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s450.photobucket.com/albums/qq228/blakethespanishjew/?action=view&amp;current=vinyardview.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i450.photobucket.com/albums/qq228/blakethespanishjew/vinyardview.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br&gt; We stopped at a Vineyard on our way back to Dallas it was rather nice.. and very stress free &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s450.photobucket.com/albums/qq228/blakethespanishjew/?action=view&amp;current=wow.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i450.photobucket.com/albums/qq228/blakethespanishjew/wow.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br&gt; I helped my aunt take down her thanksgiving decorations... needless to say.. she reallllly enjoys decorating lol...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1483012483997406818-6877481054107725824?l=blakebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/6877481054107725824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/12/thanksgiving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/6877481054107725824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/6877481054107725824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/12/thanksgiving.html' title='THANKSGIVING'/><author><name>Blake Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810329834645306686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0r87jITpLsw/SUyj011G2oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-TVaO2_3-gk/S220/l_4dcce8004a7a6d4c41e494f6bd887d3d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483012483997406818.post-8082864249724198470</id><published>2009-11-24T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T09:20:30.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>21-24 nov</title><content type='html'>sooo I went to a party with Ryan on Saturday night.. Early sunday morning... It was... just not our cup of tea lol..  These people LITERALLY had half eaten whole chickend through the house... and the place was just... disgusting and trashed...  too bad it was in one of the towers and use to be a really nice place...  anyway.. below is a picture of what you could see from the  balcony lol.. Yes... the cops have the entire lot surrounded hahahaah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s450.photobucket.com/albums/qq228/blakethespanishjew/?action=view&amp;current=y3w.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i450.photobucket.com/albums/qq228/blakethespanishjew/y3w.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday I went to Lexis moms wedding.. it was short and sweet.  And I really do like her moms ha plus the after shindig was pretty awesome..  I had a few glasses of wine and lots of random foods.. Plus we watched NEW MOON afterwards... lol we might or might not have been &lt;strong&gt;under the influence&lt;/strong&gt; hahaahahah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday-  Today.. while talking to my ex about random things he asks &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me who Matthew Shepard is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;????  I stripped him of any dignity he still held in my mind hahaahah...  then I made fun of him until he pretended he knew who he was.....  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday...  &lt;strong&gt;Starbucks ran out of Peppermint..  Its the holdays WTFFFFF who runs out of shit like that....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1483012483997406818-8082864249724198470?l=blakebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/8082864249724198470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/12/21-24-nov.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/8082864249724198470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/8082864249724198470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/12/21-24-nov.html' title='21-24 nov'/><author><name>Blake Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810329834645306686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0r87jITpLsw/SUyj011G2oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-TVaO2_3-gk/S220/l_4dcce8004a7a6d4c41e494f6bd887d3d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483012483997406818.post-3599227774400280246</id><published>2009-10-06T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T14:40:39.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for relection</title><content type='html'>Songs and Seasons always bring back memories..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time of the year in 2004 I lost a friend which would set off a chain of events that would last almost 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early morning in Oct I received a phone call telling me that Airmen Thomson had been in a car accident and I needed to be on standby. Dennis had driven from Mexico Beach Fl to Biloxi MS to visit another Airmen that was going through training. Late at night when he was pulling through an intersection he was T-boned by a drunk driver who ran a red light. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive seen death my entire life but nothing that felt so much like it was my fault. Indirectly that is. I was the Airmen Leader I was suppose to know the location of all 12 of my Airmen at ALL times.. I had NO clue he had driven anyplace let alone out of the state... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dennis was in the hospital in and out of a Coma for a few weeks and they said he was in fact doing much better.. When his last relative showed up at the hospital to see him he seemed to let go and pass away. Even though I would have granted him permission to drive out of state and no one had ever given exact guidelines to any of us I still felt as if somehow it was my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in charge of his funeral events for the Military. I was SOOO young I was only 20 I couldn't handle it and the rest of the Airmen knew this. I had it out with my Commander who in no way even tried to send out someone to handle the family's arrangements for me which was protocol... after much debate my team pulled it together and had a nice Military Service and a Family correspondent was send out to help the family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shut down after this.. I blocked all emotions.. Nothing could shock me nothing at all.. Suicides of friends, death of family members nothing budged me.. It took 4 years for me to be OK with his death.. and this marks a year from that day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dennis Thomson I pray for you and your family on a regular basis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Blake Baumann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1483012483997406818-3599227774400280246?l=blakebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/3599227774400280246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/10/time-for-relection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/3599227774400280246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/3599227774400280246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/10/time-for-relection.html' title='Time for relection'/><author><name>Blake Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810329834645306686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0r87jITpLsw/SUyj011G2oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-TVaO2_3-gk/S220/l_4dcce8004a7a6d4c41e494f6bd887d3d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483012483997406818.post-1230562791249763687</id><published>2009-09-24T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T12:11:43.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My good friend Maria Atkins has a new &lt;a href="http://mariadruphotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;photo blog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  I Personally think it and she is amazing.  She is a Photography student at UCO.. Hit her up guys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s450.photobucket.com/albums/qq228/blakethespanishjew/?action=view&amp;current=maria.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i450.photobucket.com/albums/qq228/blakethespanishjew/maria.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1483012483997406818-1230562791249763687?l=blakebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/1230562791249763687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-good-friend-maria-atkins-has-new.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/1230562791249763687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/1230562791249763687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-good-friend-maria-atkins-has-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Blake Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810329834645306686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0r87jITpLsw/SUyj011G2oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-TVaO2_3-gk/S220/l_4dcce8004a7a6d4c41e494f6bd887d3d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483012483997406818.post-8849099925178088266</id><published>2009-09-22T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T12:34:37.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Biting</title><content type='html'>Here lately I have obviously been having some &lt;strong&gt;strange dreams&lt;/strong&gt;.  I almost &lt;em&gt;NEVER&lt;/em&gt; have dreams... but for the past few night I will wake up in pain... and no its not fake dream pain its &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;real pain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...  The pain coming from my &lt;strong&gt;bleeding&lt;/strong&gt; mouth lol..  In my sleep I keep biting into my lips...  apparently hard enough to make them &lt;em&gt;bleed&lt;/em&gt;....  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Blake&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1483012483997406818-8849099925178088266?l=blakebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/8849099925178088266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/09/biting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/8849099925178088266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/8849099925178088266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/09/biting.html' title='Biting'/><author><name>Blake Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810329834645306686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0r87jITpLsw/SUyj011G2oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-TVaO2_3-gk/S220/l_4dcce8004a7a6d4c41e494f6bd887d3d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483012483997406818.post-3588803618423049585</id><published>2009-09-15T11:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T11:13:13.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lol</title><content type='html'>I love COPS.... and generally... this is the luck I have when I get pulled over for NO REASON!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EmByfTKKUV4&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EmByfTKKUV4&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1483012483997406818-3588803618423049585?l=blakebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/3588803618423049585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/09/lol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/3588803618423049585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/3588803618423049585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/09/lol.html' title='lol'/><author><name>Blake Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810329834645306686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0r87jITpLsw/SUyj011G2oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-TVaO2_3-gk/S220/l_4dcce8004a7a6d4c41e494f6bd887d3d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483012483997406818.post-8054689276498545637</id><published>2009-09-12T07:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T12:26:02.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last nights affairs</title><content type='html'>After work I drove to OKC to hang out with some friends for &lt;strong&gt;Ben Richardson's&lt;/strong&gt; birthday. It took me a good while to figure out exactly what I was going to wear. Not only that but I really had no clue as to the location of the party and trust my my GPS system was a failure as well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas I made it. The party was as follows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing in Kitchen&lt;br /&gt;Mixed drinks&lt;br /&gt;Sat on couch&lt;br /&gt;Read the closed captioning to OZ and then a few game shows&lt;br /&gt;Met &lt;strong&gt;Michael&lt;/strong&gt; (who I might have a hetero/homo crush on)&lt;br /&gt;Met &lt;strong&gt;Hunter Kenzie&lt;/strong&gt; who is a doll &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/“http://firstdatedisasters.blogspot.com/”"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hunter's Blog.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then Left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did infact have fun... But awkwardness is always in the air at quite house partys... Im more of the.... everyone is beyond caring crazy drunk house partys but they cant all be like that right???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blake&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1483012483997406818-8054689276498545637?l=blakebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/8054689276498545637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/09/last-nights-affairs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/8054689276498545637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/8054689276498545637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/09/last-nights-affairs.html' title='Last nights affairs'/><author><name>Blake Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810329834645306686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0r87jITpLsw/SUyj011G2oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-TVaO2_3-gk/S220/l_4dcce8004a7a6d4c41e494f6bd887d3d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483012483997406818.post-217751456454745605</id><published>2009-09-11T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T07:05:30.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lol yess</title><content type='html'>SO HERE IS THE EMAIL I SENT TO MY SUPERVISORS AND CO-WORKERS :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo  a few days after  we started renting the garage of death (filled with fiddle back spiders) and the door had been opened We saw a MOUSE….  I mean… honestly.. as long as they don’t poop all over the place and I never see them except by the garage Door……  I don’t care… but… others do lol…  WELL so I decided to go buy some mouse traps…  Im thinking hmmm wellll I can Get the regular ones and risk losing a finger … these little box ones with poison and risk it eating the poison and then dying in Some random place only to smell up the damn building or these sticky ones and ill just throw them away and they will probably Get unstuck in the trash and run free at the land fill….. NOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO EVER CREATED THE STICKY MOUSE TRAP IS A SATANIC CRAZY PERSON WHO SHOULD HAVE NEVER BEEN ALOUD AROUND A LAB, MICE, OR ANYTHING STICKY…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This damn mouse that was on the sticky pad this morning kept looking up at me and yelping like whyyyy whyyyyyyyy and it kept using All its body mass to scoot the entire sticky pad closer to me like BLAKE GET ME OFF THIS THING…. But alas… im gay and im not Touching a damn mouse…  So as I throw it away and then take the trash outside its yelping the whole time….  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Basically…. I feel like I just killed a mother mouse of 25 babies that will now die because she did not come back with the cracker that I crazily placed in the middle of the worst creation known to man….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone have a better option… like is there a mouse kennel… like with cheese so I can just catch them and relocate them like… behind Mazzios or something lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely, &lt;br /&gt;Blake Baumann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Leave your comments (when commenting make sure you say what about because my comment box is used for all of my blogs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- BEGIN CBOX - www.cbox.ws - v001 --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="cboxdiv" style="text-align: center; line-height: 0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" width="200" height="305" src="http://www6.cbox.ws/box/?boxid=271575&amp;amp;boxtag=601r7y&amp;amp;sec=main" marginheight="2" marginwidth="2" scrolling="auto" allowtransparency="yes" name="cboxmain" style="border:#DBE2ED 1px solid;" id="cboxmain"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" width="200" height="75" src="http://www6.cbox.ws/box/?boxid=271575&amp;amp;boxtag=601r7y&amp;amp;sec=form" marginheight="2" marginwidth="2" scrolling="no" allowtransparency="yes" name="cboxform" style="border:#DBE2ED 1px solid;border-top:0px" id="cboxform"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- END CBOX --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1483012483997406818-217751456454745605?l=blakebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/217751456454745605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/09/lol-yess.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/217751456454745605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/217751456454745605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/09/lol-yess.html' title='lol yess'/><author><name>Blake Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810329834645306686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0r87jITpLsw/SUyj011G2oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-TVaO2_3-gk/S220/l_4dcce8004a7a6d4c41e494f6bd887d3d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483012483997406818.post-770223115433661178</id><published>2009-09-09T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T12:26:48.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Guy</title><content type='html'>JOURNAL ENTRY SEPTEMBER 9TH 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so..  fun story..  Work is soo boring... and so &lt;strong&gt;Jala &lt;/strong&gt;and myself are just sitting at our desks when this old guy wearing his 'Im a Veteran' hat comes in..  At first I notice his eyes are almost Silver and crossed so im naturally wondering HOW IN THE HELL DID YOU DRIVE UP HERE??? He just wants to pay a bill so he does.. but then he starts talking....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have this condition I didnt know I had where I dont breathe enough in my sleep and I lose brain cells so now I have to wear a mask!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am tired of computers I spent $1000 on one and I couldnt figure out how to use it so i gave it away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETC ETC ETC...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at this point I am emailing &lt;strong&gt;Jala&lt;/strong&gt; who is across the room about how this guy just likes talking about everything and anything... and about how its ok as long as he doesnt have a flash back from NAM and all of a sudden try to kill me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT AT THAT EXACT MOMENT...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His phone rings (I cant get no.... satisfaction....) and he FLIPPPPS OUTTTTT he literally jumped and grabbed his heart....  at that point I am laughing so hard im almost falling out of my chair...  Then &lt;strong&gt;Jala &lt;/strong&gt;starts in hahah...  He looks at us as if we called him from one of our phones and then he says loudly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I thought I was having a stroke!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then walks out &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bhahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/veteran hat/dhat787/ProudVeteran.jpg?o=5" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i871.photobucket.com/albums/ab271/dhat787/ProudVeteran.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1483012483997406818-770223115433661178?l=blakebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/770223115433661178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/09/old-guy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/770223115433661178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/770223115433661178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/09/old-guy.html' title='Old Guy'/><author><name>Blake Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810329834645306686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0r87jITpLsw/SUyj011G2oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-TVaO2_3-gk/S220/l_4dcce8004a7a6d4c41e494f6bd887d3d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483012483997406818.post-2561453933153558226</id><published>2009-07-28T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T10:58:43.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a few pics to grow on</title><content type='html'>So I have been pretty busy lately and its been great.  Last weekend I went to a few estate sales with Beth and Jeff and we found some GREAT deals...  I got a brand new pair of wingtip shoes for 4 dollars they have a wood heel and and hand made... I looked them up and they cost $325 so.... THANK YOU DEAD GUY....  Anyway... My birthday is coming up and I would not say I am excited I am just wondering if I will be stressed out over it....  Typically I am... but for the past year I have not been the stressed out type so we will see..... Anyhoo for my bday its Sushi and then Hookah your more than welcome to join in on the fun and games just hit me up!!!!  well... I am going to leave you with a few pictures depicting life recently.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s450.photobucket.com/albums/qq228/blakethespanishjew/?action=view&amp;current=coleporter.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i450.photobucket.com/albums/qq228/blakethespanishjew/coleporter.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s450.photobucket.com/albums/qq228/blakethespanishjew/?action=view&amp;current=coleandgrace.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i450.photobucket.com/albums/qq228/blakethespanishjew/coleandgrace.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s450.photobucket.com/albums/qq228/blakethespanishjew/?action=view&amp;current=frankandgrace.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i450.photobucket.com/albums/qq228/blakethespanishjew/frankandgrace.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s450.photobucket.com/albums/qq228/blakethespanishjew/?action=view&amp;current=8741_R.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i450.photobucket.com/albums/qq228/blakethespanishjew/8741_R.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE BLAKE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1483012483997406818-2561453933153558226?l=blakebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/2561453933153558226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/07/few-pics-to-grow-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/2561453933153558226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/2561453933153558226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/07/few-pics-to-grow-on.html' title='a few pics to grow on'/><author><name>Blake Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810329834645306686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0r87jITpLsw/SUyj011G2oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-TVaO2_3-gk/S220/l_4dcce8004a7a6d4c41e494f6bd887d3d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483012483997406818.post-19275249500599659</id><published>2009-07-04T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T16:04:22.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding</title><content type='html'>So I have been looking at wedding stuff with Beth and I found this amazing video its perfect... everything from the location to the table settings...  Dont get infatuated dont get infatuated dont get infatuated.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4328086&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=0&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00adef&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4328086&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=0&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00adef&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/4328086"&gt;Gary &amp; Kyle&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/garnerfilms"&gt;Garner Films&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1483012483997406818-19275249500599659?l=blakebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/19275249500599659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/07/wedding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/19275249500599659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/19275249500599659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/07/wedding.html' title='Wedding'/><author><name>Blake Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810329834645306686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0r87jITpLsw/SUyj011G2oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-TVaO2_3-gk/S220/l_4dcce8004a7a6d4c41e494f6bd887d3d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483012483997406818.post-6354540219802899539</id><published>2009-06-20T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T11:16:39.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>friends and photos</title><content type='html'>So this is Drew..  I have known him since 2004.  His family has been a big inspiration in my life and so had Drew.  He just took this picture so I figured I would upload it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s450.photobucket.com/albums/qq228/blakethespanishjew/?action=view&amp;current=drewblue-pola.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i450.photobucket.com/albums/qq228/blakethespanishjew/drewblue-pola.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here we have Beth and Jeff.  They both have been dear friends of mine since 2005.  They met at my going away party @ olive garden when I left for Texas!!!  They are now engaged YAYYY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s450.photobucket.com/albums/qq228/blakethespanishjew/?action=view&amp;current=4310_691257487387_9600257_39814246_.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i450.photobucket.com/albums/qq228/blakethespanishjew/4310_691257487387_9600257_39814246_.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1483012483997406818-6354540219802899539?l=blakebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/6354540219802899539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/06/friends-and-photos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/6354540219802899539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/6354540219802899539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/06/friends-and-photos.html' title='friends and photos'/><author><name>Blake Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810329834645306686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0r87jITpLsw/SUyj011G2oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-TVaO2_3-gk/S220/l_4dcce8004a7a6d4c41e494f6bd887d3d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483012483997406818.post-888660963380093156</id><published>2009-06-16T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T13:31:06.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>questions of the week!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s450.photobucket.com/albums/qq228/blakethespanishjew/?action=view&amp;current=questions-pola.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i450.photobucket.com/albums/qq228/blakethespanishjew/questions-pola.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- BEGIN CBOX - www.cbox.ws - v001 --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="cboxdiv" style="text-align: center; line-height: 0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" width="200" height="305" src="http://www6.cbox.ws/box/?boxid=271575&amp;amp;boxtag=601r7y&amp;amp;sec=main" marginheight="2" marginwidth="2" scrolling="auto" allowtransparency="yes" name="cboxmain" style="border:#DBE2ED 1px solid;" id="cboxmain"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" width="200" height="75" src="http://www6.cbox.ws/box/?boxid=271575&amp;amp;boxtag=601r7y&amp;amp;sec=form" marginheight="2" marginwidth="2" scrolling="no" allowtransparency="yes" name="cboxform" style="border:#DBE2ED 1px solid;border-top:0px" id="cboxform"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- END CBOX --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... this picture is gross but Its still with my girls and cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s450.photobucket.com/albums/qq228/blakethespanishjew/?action=view&amp;current=hoooka.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i450.photobucket.com/albums/qq228/blakethespanishjew/hoooka.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;question pic by sage18 (deviantart) Michelle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1483012483997406818-888660963380093156?l=blakebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/888660963380093156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/06/questions-of-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/888660963380093156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/888660963380093156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/06/questions-of-week.html' title='questions of the week!'/><author><name>Blake Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810329834645306686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0r87jITpLsw/SUyj011G2oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-TVaO2_3-gk/S220/l_4dcce8004a7a6d4c41e494f6bd887d3d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483012483997406818.post-33375827851263933</id><published>2009-06-11T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T14:08:40.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>snow cones and God</title><content type='html'>So....  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I bought a rainbow snow cone&lt;/span&gt;... and when I went to grab it &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;It fell&lt;/span&gt; to the ground and I made a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;super sad face&lt;/span&gt;...  so she made me another... and as I leave a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4 year&lt;/span&gt; old pointed to the ground looked up and me and said... &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;what kind is that&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ... LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s450.photobucket.com/albums/qq228/blakethespanishjew/?action=view&amp;current=rainbow-pola.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i450.photobucket.com/albums/qq228/blakethespanishjew/rainbow-pola.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then...  Captain God Loves You parked directly behind me in the employee parking..  (I made this rule)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s450.photobucket.com/albums/qq228/blakethespanishjew/?action=view&amp;current=godlovesu-pola.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i450.photobucket.com/albums/qq228/blakethespanishjew/godlovesu-pola.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1483012483997406818-33375827851263933?l=blakebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/33375827851263933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/06/snow-cones-and-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/33375827851263933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/33375827851263933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/06/snow-cones-and-god.html' title='snow cones and God'/><author><name>Blake Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810329834645306686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0r87jITpLsw/SUyj011G2oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-TVaO2_3-gk/S220/l_4dcce8004a7a6d4c41e494f6bd887d3d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483012483997406818.post-8534824090202949421</id><published>2009-06-09T08:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T11:34:55.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>poloroid 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s450.photobucket.com/albums/qq228/blakethespanishjew/?action=view&amp;current=l_8e8b2b82af6c110f386b65380ac00ed1-.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i450.photobucket.com/albums/qq228/blakethespanishjew/l_8e8b2b82af6c110f386b65380ac00ed1-.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brick wall!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met some amazing people this weekend and I think it helped me break through my brick wall...  I am grateful for everyone I have come in contact with.  And I mourn those that I have lost.  RIP Cameron &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://cammerynn.tumblr.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s450.photobucket.com/albums/qq228/blakethespanishjew/?action=view&amp;current=bdayphone-pola.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i450.photobucket.com/albums/qq228/blakethespanishjew/bdayphone-pola.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s450.photobucket.com/albums/qq228/blakethespanishjew/?action=view&amp;current=3149_75694091886_509191886_2189301_.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i450.photobucket.com/albums/qq228/blakethespanishjew/3149_75694091886_509191886_2189301_.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s450.photobucket.com/albums/qq228/blakethespanishjew/?action=view&amp;current=42873_91376_1-pola.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i450.photobucket.com/albums/qq228/blakethespanishjew/42873_91376_1-pola.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1483012483997406818-8534824090202949421?l=blakebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/8534824090202949421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/06/poloroid-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/8534824090202949421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/8534824090202949421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/06/poloroid-1.html' title='poloroid 1'/><author><name>Blake Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810329834645306686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0r87jITpLsw/SUyj011G2oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-TVaO2_3-gk/S220/l_4dcce8004a7a6d4c41e494f6bd887d3d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483012483997406818.post-3028263030840236820</id><published>2009-05-18T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T16:09:07.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Summer Time</title><content type='html'>Please be a good time...  Last summer was pretty dramatic and bunk... Lets not do that again... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/summer 09/ykt14/Summer.jpg?o=4" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i561.photobucket.com/albums/ss52/ykt14/Summer.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be happy this summer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be consistent in my running...  so far so good!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed my number for a reason...  and I hope those reasons don't find me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please give me a chance to get tan.. and to grow....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also let me create new amazing relationships... it would be a good change...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you... and Im so excited to see you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blake Baumann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1483012483997406818-3028263030840236820?l=blakebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/3028263030840236820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/05/dear-summer-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/3028263030840236820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/3028263030840236820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/05/dear-summer-time.html' title='Dear Summer Time'/><author><name>Blake Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810329834645306686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0r87jITpLsw/SUyj011G2oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-TVaO2_3-gk/S220/l_4dcce8004a7a6d4c41e494f6bd887d3d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483012483997406818.post-769316617182390212</id><published>2009-04-16T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T16:33:13.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My own haircut!</title><content type='html'>So....  Stephanie was looking through magazines and said Blake dont you wish your hair was still curly???  And it struck a nerve I did infact wish my hair was curly again... I wouldnt have to spend so much time fixing it...  I remembered when I was little and my grandma put a wave in my hair to completed my curlyness because it was only half curly...  Right when I had this memory Stephanie said well do you know anyway to make your hair curly again.... The answer well Im pretty sure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Once cvs trip, 25 mins working in the curls and a shower later my hair was FRYED!!! hahha so apparently your not suppose to put a wave in your hair within 3 months of coloring your hair...  Well I colored my hair like a few weeks ago bhahahahaha to cover up the bleach from a month ago rofl....  SOOOO I got to cut my own hair... I honestly dont have to use hair product anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     But its ok... because i did this once before.. frying my hair that is...  and it made my hair grow like a wildfire....  FINGERS CROSSED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s.  if you replace stephanie in the story with my own inerthoughts telling me what to do you have the actual story......  DONT JUDGE ME!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo blake&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1483012483997406818-769316617182390212?l=blakebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/769316617182390212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-own-haircut.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/769316617182390212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/769316617182390212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-own-haircut.html' title='My own haircut!'/><author><name>Blake Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810329834645306686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0r87jITpLsw/SUyj011G2oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-TVaO2_3-gk/S220/l_4dcce8004a7a6d4c41e494f6bd887d3d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483012483997406818.post-7673566180432448667</id><published>2009-04-06T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T08:26:50.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is NOT an episode of Sex in the City!!</title><content type='html'>I am still waiting to hear from the Examiner...  I really would like the chance to do some actual writing that people actually read...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     So funny story.  I dont really do bank accounts mostly because Bank of America would always find a way to mess up my account rather it be by charging me for some random thing or for managing to misplace a thousand dollars give or take...  But after talking with Liz for a few moments I decided to go ahead and open up an account...  I called the bank I chose and I had forgotten I already had an account with them.  The custome service lady asked for my Social and well I still have $43.85 in my account from when I was 17 bahahah YAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Ok so life is NOT like a tv episode.   Its not ok to be like Karen Walker and to be drunk on a Monday at 3 in the afternoon...  Its not ok to be bitchy all the time because well you end up with no one to be bitchy to.  And its not ok to be sexually permiscuous because well.... no one likes a Whore...  Thats all haahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Blake&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1483012483997406818-7673566180432448667?l=blakebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/7673566180432448667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/04/life-is-not-episode-of-sex-in-city.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/7673566180432448667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/7673566180432448667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/04/life-is-not-episode-of-sex-in-city.html' title='Life is NOT an episode of Sex in the City!!'/><author><name>Blake Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810329834645306686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0r87jITpLsw/SUyj011G2oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-TVaO2_3-gk/S220/l_4dcce8004a7a6d4c41e494f6bd887d3d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483012483997406818.post-1753656054101049714</id><published>2009-03-26T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T18:18:08.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It comes and goes in waves!</title><content type='html'>I hate finding things out that I never needed to know...  I hate realizing that someone has made a mistake and you have no option but to stand by and wait for the meltdown.  I will always have that feeling that nothing is quite right but everything is as good as it can be.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I was on myspace checking on all my old MaTES and I realized that one of my friends who has not been on AIM to have a chat was gone for a reason... He killed himself a few months ago...  I wish I didnt suck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I had a great spring break.  I will always miss Trevor no matter how far away.  He has always been a great friend.  Lexi really made the trip alot better for me.  But I realize I HATE Vegas...  It is no place for anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I moved all my stuff into storage and I will be just hanging around until I move.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I have so much on my mind right now let me list it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  1.  I know he just made a huge mistake and I dont even know why I still think about him&lt;br /&gt;  2.  I can forgive but I never forget... and by not being able to forget I will never be able to truly forgive.&lt;br /&gt;  3.  I wish love was as easy as the movies.&lt;br /&gt;  4.  My heart feels weaker every single day&lt;br /&gt;  5.  Can I please be happy for a few days straight?&lt;br /&gt;  6.  I no longer have the ability to care about the drama that goes on at work.  My job is amazing if I can focus on not being part of the drama&lt;br /&gt;  7.  Small things stress me out... Like dogs not being taught to potty outside correctly&lt;br /&gt;  8.  I need to change my oil!&lt;br /&gt;  9.  i wish life was like twilight...  in some ways it seems to be though...  rofl&lt;br /&gt;  10. I wanted to cry a few times today..  So many good people are hurting.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that can be said is that well... it comes and goes in waves... Listen to this song mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Blake Baumann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1483012483997406818-1753656054101049714?l=blakebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/1753656054101049714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-comes-and-goes-in-waves.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/1753656054101049714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/1753656054101049714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-comes-and-goes-in-waves.html' title='It comes and goes in waves!'/><author><name>Blake Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810329834645306686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0r87jITpLsw/SUyj011G2oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-TVaO2_3-gk/S220/l_4dcce8004a7a6d4c41e494f6bd887d3d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483012483997406818.post-2213440213437724766</id><published>2009-03-09T11:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T11:05:32.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I was just outted in math class!</title><content type='html'>so ....  some girls just outed me without thinking about it....  nice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1483012483997406818-2213440213437724766?l=blakebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/2213440213437724766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-was-just-outted-in-math-class_09.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/2213440213437724766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/2213440213437724766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-was-just-outted-in-math-class_09.html' title='I was just outted in math class!'/><author><name>Blake Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810329834645306686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0r87jITpLsw/SUyj011G2oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-TVaO2_3-gk/S220/l_4dcce8004a7a6d4c41e494f6bd887d3d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483012483997406818.post-6993275107705575411</id><published>2009-03-09T11:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T11:03:46.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I was just outted in math class!</title><content type='html'>so ....  some girls just outed me without thinking about it....  nice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1483012483997406818-6993275107705575411?l=blakebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/6993275107705575411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-was-just-outted-in-math-class.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/6993275107705575411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/6993275107705575411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-was-just-outted-in-math-class.html' title='I was just outted in math class!'/><author><name>Blake Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810329834645306686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0r87jITpLsw/SUyj011G2oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-TVaO2_3-gk/S220/l_4dcce8004a7a6d4c41e494f6bd887d3d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483012483997406818.post-9046708776480785294</id><published>2009-02-28T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T16:22:27.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>soo much has happened</title><content type='html'>I decided no to date that boy because I dont feel like being in that type of relationship again....  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT TYPE YOU MIGHT ASK&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     **** THE TYPE IN WHICH I AM PUTTING IN WAY MORE EFFORT*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THATS WHAT TYPE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Oh I was gay bashed in sorts at the Warren and got some free tickets and offered whatever I wanted but I was like meh whatever... Plus they fired the guy on the spot..  I was kinda sad he got fired im not going to lie.. I suck at being mean!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I booked my hotel in Las Vegas last night... with my New HP LAPTOP.... WOOOOOT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELLL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill be posting some videos sooon bitches... Love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0----0---0&lt;br /&gt;Blake&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1483012483997406818-9046708776480785294?l=blakebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/9046708776480785294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/02/soo-much-has-happened.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/9046708776480785294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/9046708776480785294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/02/soo-much-has-happened.html' title='soo much has happened'/><author><name>Blake Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810329834645306686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0r87jITpLsw/SUyj011G2oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-TVaO2_3-gk/S220/l_4dcce8004a7a6d4c41e494f6bd887d3d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483012483997406818.post-9133496625382525022</id><published>2009-02-24T14:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T14:56:23.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IDK</title><content type='html'>I feel like whitney off of the city....  Ive been feeling super emotional and kind of like an open wound....  ugh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1483012483997406818-9133496625382525022?l=blakebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/9133496625382525022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/02/idk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/9133496625382525022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/9133496625382525022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/02/idk.html' title='IDK'/><author><name>Blake Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810329834645306686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0r87jITpLsw/SUyj011G2oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-TVaO2_3-gk/S220/l_4dcce8004a7a6d4c41e494f6bd887d3d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483012483997406818.post-3733974440021538470</id><published>2009-02-22T18:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T18:28:46.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So........</title><content type='html'>That boy I was blogging about...  We are kinda ummm dating now... DONT JUDGE ME!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Blake&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1483012483997406818-3733974440021538470?l=blakebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/3733974440021538470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/02/so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/3733974440021538470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/3733974440021538470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/02/so.html' title='So........'/><author><name>Blake Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810329834645306686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0r87jITpLsw/SUyj011G2oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-TVaO2_3-gk/S220/l_4dcce8004a7a6d4c41e494f6bd887d3d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483012483997406818.post-5540168241798712362</id><published>2009-02-19T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T18:47:51.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You FAIL.. at being a prospecive future EX!!!</title><content type='html'>So here is this story... Its a must read... so just read it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhooo...  So this boy Chris.. We have been talking for a quick min lol or a month in straight people language...  He is always saying things about cute boys and what not I dont really care but I def want to know that I trust someone before I let them in my life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in need of a roadtrip buddy for spring break because I dont feel safe driving over a thousand miles by myself...  Chris said he already had plans so I ask around... ask my Ex Noah who is now one of my good friends but he cant....  and so I run into my old buddy Jason Parks who I know can have fun and we decide its a good idea for us to go together yay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell chris and he FLIPS out....  lol and he keeps like passing things off and he tells me....  I am jealous because you know allll these cute boys... BAHAHAH...  so being awesome I say ok well here is a number of a cute boy have at it... Knowing that if he actually texts this boy he doesnt know that I want NOTHING to do with him....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE GOES AS FAR AS TO TELL ME EITHER WAY I WILL LEAVE HIM....!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I make sure he understand that you cant leave someone your not with!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tells me he is not going to txt him and all this bs...  Come to find out... He does.... and well... Liars get No love from me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....  I ex him off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One down....  countless other boys to test and scratch through their names hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blake&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1483012483997406818-5540168241798712362?l=blakebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/5540168241798712362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-fail-at-being-prospecive-future-ex.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/5540168241798712362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/5540168241798712362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-fail-at-being-prospecive-future-ex.html' title='You FAIL.. at being a prospecive future EX!!!'/><author><name>Blake Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810329834645306686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0r87jITpLsw/SUyj011G2oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-TVaO2_3-gk/S220/l_4dcce8004a7a6d4c41e494f6bd887d3d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483012483997406818.post-3090739272743577984</id><published>2009-02-09T21:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T21:36:03.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>overwhelmed!!!!</title><content type='html'>I am overwhelmed!!!!  school is so much and its my elective thats giving me trouble... .honestly....  and im still super sick and always sleepy and to top it off my roomie just told me she wants to move out in march.....  thats less than a month.... and that leaves me in limbo for 3 months.... damnnn gina!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1483012483997406818-3090739272743577984?l=blakebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/3090739272743577984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/02/overwhelmed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/3090739272743577984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/3090739272743577984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/02/overwhelmed.html' title='overwhelmed!!!!'/><author><name>Blake Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810329834645306686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0r87jITpLsw/SUyj011G2oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-TVaO2_3-gk/S220/l_4dcce8004a7a6d4c41e494f6bd887d3d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483012483997406818.post-8655305741196006532</id><published>2009-02-08T22:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T22:25:39.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick</title><content type='html'>I am sick!!!!!  i dont want to be and im pretty sure i hate it and just want to be healthy lol....  today at work i almost passed out like 3 times!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1483012483997406818-8655305741196006532?l=blakebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/8655305741196006532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/02/sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/8655305741196006532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/8655305741196006532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/02/sick.html' title='sick'/><author><name>Blake Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810329834645306686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0r87jITpLsw/SUyj011G2oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-TVaO2_3-gk/S220/l_4dcce8004a7a6d4c41e494f6bd887d3d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483012483997406818.post-7465688227286584444</id><published>2009-02-08T00:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T00:01:20.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so why am i not asleep in my bed!!!</title><content type='html'>     maybe because when i finally get good and ready for sleepy time and i open the window to let the fresh air in and bam flashing red and blue lights onvading my room!!!!!  And im in a phone argument with a boy......  so i made it clear why he sucks and apparently thats not nice of me to do......  who freaking knew...  welp night!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1483012483997406818-7465688227286584444?l=blakebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/7465688227286584444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-why-am-i-not-asleep-in-my-bed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/7465688227286584444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/7465688227286584444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-why-am-i-not-asleep-in-my-bed.html' title='so why am i not asleep in my bed!!!'/><author><name>Blake Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810329834645306686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0r87jITpLsw/SUyj011G2oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-TVaO2_3-gk/S220/l_4dcce8004a7a6d4c41e494f6bd887d3d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483012483997406818.post-3367592448475595301</id><published>2009-02-05T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T19:31:29.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I should be doing my studies!!I</title><content type='html'>I am really exited about buying a laptop ...  I will be able to FINALLY do VLOGS..  and we all know Im a goofy ball so it will be pretty amazing!!!...  I wont lie... I am watching Disney Channel instead of doing my math!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     So I am under the strong impression that God is working...  I am more focused now and I am working harder than ever... Today alone I did half of what I did the last two weeks at work....  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK SO Thats ittttttt ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im to into disney to write much more yay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1483012483997406818-3367592448475595301?l=blakebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/3367592448475595301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-should-be-doing-my-studiesi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/3367592448475595301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/3367592448475595301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-should-be-doing-my-studiesi.html' title='I should be doing my studies!!I'/><author><name>Blake Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810329834645306686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0r87jITpLsw/SUyj011G2oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-TVaO2_3-gk/S220/l_4dcce8004a7a6d4c41e494f6bd887d3d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483012483997406818.post-1463711146749558470</id><published>2009-02-04T17:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T17:55:35.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>two things</title><content type='html'>1.  I refuse to deal with hypocritical people who are morally corupt!  anyone who reduces themselves to jerry springer wt material needs a reality check! there are rules in life...  and for you athiest people you obviously need to realize what makes a good person.....  people with faith understand that a real friend does not butt out of your buisness... they are in the middle of it.  telling you how stupid your being.....  2.  i def just saw a little boy go into a seizure and the father was like oh he is just wierd he does that.... wow wtf... oklahoma is GAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1483012483997406818-1463711146749558470?l=blakebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/1463711146749558470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/02/two-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/1463711146749558470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/1463711146749558470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/02/two-things.html' title='two things'/><author><name>Blake Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810329834645306686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0r87jITpLsw/SUyj011G2oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-TVaO2_3-gk/S220/l_4dcce8004a7a6d4c41e494f6bd887d3d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483012483997406818.post-1937504712149664186</id><published>2009-02-02T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T21:14:35.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ANOTHER PARKING TICKET!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/parking%20ticket" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p143/darceyoh/tn.jpg" border="0" alt="parking ticket Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     So yet again I come out of class for the second time in two weeks and find a parking ticket ever so delicately placed under my windshield wiper....  Ok so the first time my parking permit has fallen from my rear-view mirror onto my seat.... BUT this time... I parked at the very end of the lot next to a MOUNTAIN of snow... and the ticket said improper parking spot... WTF....  I want to meet the parking attendant and punch her in her tweeter....  GRRRRR....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/no%20parking" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i20/punkphawk/NoParkingsigned.jpg" border="0" alt="no parking Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1483012483997406818-1937504712149664186?l=blakebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/1937504712149664186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/02/another-parking-ticket.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/1937504712149664186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/1937504712149664186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/02/another-parking-ticket.html' title='ANOTHER PARKING TICKET!!!!'/><author><name>Blake Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810329834645306686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0r87jITpLsw/SUyj011G2oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-TVaO2_3-gk/S220/l_4dcce8004a7a6d4c41e494f6bd887d3d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483012483997406818.post-4319680403502082824</id><published>2009-01-31T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T23:16:20.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love this</title><content type='html'>so.... this is amazing and I love him haahah...  well just listen and enjoyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VshpaTkm2d0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VshpaTkm2d0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1483012483997406818-4319680403502082824?l=blakebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/4319680403502082824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-love-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/4319680403502082824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/4319680403502082824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-love-this.html' title='I love this'/><author><name>Blake Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810329834645306686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0r87jITpLsw/SUyj011G2oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-TVaO2_3-gk/S220/l_4dcce8004a7a6d4c41e494f6bd887d3d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483012483997406818.post-2199537051857263877</id><published>2009-01-25T23:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T23:21:42.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dallas and then some!</title><content type='html'>so dallas was fun.  we had 4 star italian stayed on the 18th floor of a 4 star hotel rode the tram shopped and basically just did are thing while figuring the real stuff out as well…  we found our loft its cute and just perfect by all means.  we already have it mapped out and the plans are going to work out just perfectly!  now for the small stuff.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1483012483997406818-2199537051857263877?l=blakebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/2199537051857263877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/01/dallas-and-then-some.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/2199537051857263877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/2199537051857263877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/01/dallas-and-then-some.html' title='dallas and then some!'/><author><name>Blake Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810329834645306686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0r87jITpLsw/SUyj011G2oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-TVaO2_3-gk/S220/l_4dcce8004a7a6d4c41e494f6bd887d3d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483012483997406818.post-8181707173411721607</id><published>2009-01-22T22:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T22:15:53.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have stories that need to be told!!!</title><content type='html'>    I absolutely hate that no one listens...  No matter how much I insist on denying it everyone craves to be loved...  Part of this love is having the person(s) that love you actually take time to listen to your pointless yet personally meaningful stories of daily adventures....       So here is my pointless story...  I was sitting in my speech class yet again wondering what on earth have I done...  The girl who sits infront of me is this slightly overely asseretive mixed girl with way to much input...  As my speech teacher yet again attempts to make a joke about Wendy (the daughter of the now past Steve Irwin) the girl infront of me says a mouthful of useless jargin.... and I accidently say out loud... "wow she is fucking annoying!"  needless to say something that was meant to stay in my head was heard by the entire class....  AWKWARD!!!!!!-Blake&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1483012483997406818-8181707173411721607?l=blakebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/8181707173411721607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-have-stories-that-need-to-be-told.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/8181707173411721607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/8181707173411721607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-have-stories-that-need-to-be-told.html' title='I have stories that need to be told!!!'/><author><name>Blake Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810329834645306686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0r87jITpLsw/SUyj011G2oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-TVaO2_3-gk/S220/l_4dcce8004a7a6d4c41e494f6bd887d3d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483012483997406818.post-5234709824656546403</id><published>2009-01-19T22:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T22:18:27.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My day... and my list I posted on facebook</title><content type='html'>Wishes every moment in my life was equivalent to that of when I smell fresh coffee in the morning and I have absolutely nothing on my mind except where my keys are...   I wake up fresh.. thinking everything is going to be just fine, and people are going to be equal..  And then I realize... Nothing is ok and no one is equal.  The one you love does not love you and the one who loves you, well you do not love.  Even when you are in love with someone and they are in love with you, your mind is playing games..... Does he/she really love me???  Eventually you get to the point in your relationship that you do things that either you or the other person cant forgive... and as far as forgetting that's not even within reach...  Every moment your breathing your wondering am I where I should be...  Am I all I can be???  Did I make the right choices???  Getting past that is easier said than done....  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN YOU DO IT???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wanted to make a list of things that I think make me who I am as a person... Good and Bad.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHORT FACTS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have been in and out of the USAF&lt;br /&gt;2. I am slightly allergic to chlorine&lt;br /&gt;3. I am highly allergic to ants, sulfa, and strawberrys&lt;br /&gt;4. I google EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;5. number 4 is in response to having been googled by parents...&lt;br /&gt;6. I dont trust YOU&lt;br /&gt;7. I keep secrets.&lt;br /&gt;8. It is hard for me to make enemies&lt;br /&gt;9. I am quick to judge and I am normally right&lt;br /&gt;10. If I cant read who you are I am scared of you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LONG FACTS...&lt;br /&gt;1. When I get in my car I dont think it automatically locks the doors fast enough so as soon as my door is closed I press that lock button!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I always seem to find the odd numbers in things... I set my volume on everything to an odd number. I never have an even number of socks.... etc etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I have lived enough in 24 years for 2 people....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I keep secrets.. Not because they are in fact secrets, but because I don't broadcast my life... There are enough upsets in life... why bring on more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I NEED COMMUNICATION!!! In my life I have seen so many people die... from suicide and random horrible events... this has set me up to be one of those people that needs to know that everyone in my life is OK... If your on a trip or your doing something out of the norm please dont get pissed if I "bombard" you with random texts or calls... Its my way of saying hey I love you... DUH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I am very much up to par on my history and current events... I love to argue my position... and I would love for you to argue yours... Dont let this separate us... it should bring people together..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I dont brag about myself or what I have done... I brag about others and what they have done... Is that not how it should work???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I come from a broken family.. The parent who I use to hate for the things that had happened to me in the past I now love. The parent who pretended to be my best friend through it all growing up who really caused most of the pain I hardly speak to now... I love my Step mother, and my brothers even though I dont talk to them as much as I should are my best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I know who I am and what I believe.... but I am easily lost in the scheme of things and will be the first to admit that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I really do believe in love... But I believe it is something that must be hard fought for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1483012483997406818-5234709824656546403?l=blakebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/5234709824656546403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-day-and-my-list-i-posted-on-facebook.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/5234709824656546403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/5234709824656546403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-day-and-my-list-i-posted-on-facebook.html' title='My day... and my list I posted on facebook'/><author><name>Blake Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810329834645306686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0r87jITpLsw/SUyj011G2oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-TVaO2_3-gk/S220/l_4dcce8004a7a6d4c41e494f6bd887d3d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483012483997406818.post-1288976414278854908</id><published>2009-01-18T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T18:35:30.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I FEEL SO UNTOUCHED RIGHT NOW</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/untouched" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x208/bobsharp/Sayings/untouched2.jpg" border="0" alt="Untouched Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you so much right now I cant forget you Ive been crazy since the moment I met you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I love this song wowwww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hhahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So my weekend...  I didnt do anything I did homework and then I invited Chris to a party that was actually really fun lol and we got asked a few times if we were a couple lol ahhahah awwww cute right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Im about to have a movie night... and wait for someone to call me... I think the situation is so lame... If someone does not want to correspond with you... even when you feel like you need them and need to tell them things that are going on... They really dont care...  I dont care how much they say they do...  Thus.. I am crushed...  and I know he wont call... so I am playing myself on my own emotions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadnesss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love blake&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1483012483997406818-1288976414278854908?l=blakebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/1288976414278854908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-feel-so-untouched-right-now.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/1288976414278854908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/1288976414278854908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-feel-so-untouched-right-now.html' title='I FEEL SO UNTOUCHED RIGHT NOW'/><author><name>Blake Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810329834645306686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0r87jITpLsw/SUyj011G2oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-TVaO2_3-gk/S220/l_4dcce8004a7a6d4c41e494f6bd887d3d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x208/bobsharp/Sayings/th_untouched2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483012483997406818.post-6262125779661828599</id><published>2009-01-14T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T23:30:47.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have said hurtful things but...</title><content type='html'>I have said hurtful things to you... But it is obvious that the only reason I would even waste my breathe is because I care...  Being distant is ok... I understand how you feel and you are not 100% that I do... But I assure you ... I do... I am moving to Dallas in May and its set in my mind.. I always have these thoughts in my head and my ability to actually put them into words depends on how open I am feeling...  I want to be open I want to tell you how amazing you are...  And when I told you I would be there I was not lying... I will....  Please trust me and please understand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Blake&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1483012483997406818-6262125779661828599?l=blakebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/6262125779661828599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-have-said-hurtful-things-but.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/6262125779661828599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/6262125779661828599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-have-said-hurtful-things-but.html' title='I have said hurtful things but...'/><author><name>Blake Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810329834645306686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0r87jITpLsw/SUyj011G2oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-TVaO2_3-gk/S220/l_4dcce8004a7a6d4c41e494f6bd887d3d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483012483997406818.post-1940214745161683128</id><published>2009-01-14T07:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T14:23:52.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st morning</title><content type='html'>     So blogging is way easier now because some awesome person made an application that goes on my phone.....     This morning I got up at seven and headed to the gym and ran and did cardio.   Its the first morning of many to come...  Right now im waiting on Andre.  Its Andres second day of school and he is already late bahahaah.....  I think he needs someone to wake him up every morning....  Any takers???     So.....  tbc  .... (183.2)     and continue......     so my classes were pretty amazing......  every single one of my teachers seems to be legit.... to legit to quit ....    I am really excited about psychology and speech.  BTW I am in lust with a boy in one of my classes oww owwww hahaaha BS....-Blake&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1483012483997406818-1940214745161683128?l=blakebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/1940214745161683128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/01/1st-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/1940214745161683128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/1940214745161683128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/01/1st-morning.html' title='1st morning'/><author><name>Blake Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810329834645306686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0r87jITpLsw/SUyj011G2oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-TVaO2_3-gk/S220/l_4dcce8004a7a6d4c41e494f6bd887d3d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483012483997406818.post-3717081108962452804</id><published>2009-01-13T20:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T20:32:09.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>long few days</title><content type='html'>     So my weekend in dallas was amazing!  On the ride home all I wanted to do was tell somebody about my adventures...  I called Brenna and Andre and they didnt answer... so I called Cody....  it was kinda a big deal......  why probably because I have trouble talking to anyone who has made me feel bad...  So to my suprise he answers and I go right into it and he says hey can I call you right back?  He never does.... what a douche bag move...     So today i switched my schedule around and my books only cost like 350 yayyyyy.....       I am getting excited about moving to Dallas its as if I belong there.....  I am pretty sure I do...  on Friday the 23rd I am having dinner in Dallas with Andre his Uncles and my Aunt...  Lets complete my circle....-Blake Baumann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1483012483997406818-3717081108962452804?l=blakebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/3717081108962452804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/01/long-few-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/3717081108962452804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/3717081108962452804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/01/long-few-days.html' title='long few days'/><author><name>Blake Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810329834645306686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0r87jITpLsw/SUyj011G2oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-TVaO2_3-gk/S220/l_4dcce8004a7a6d4c41e494f6bd887d3d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483012483997406818.post-1001661366298932948</id><published>2009-01-09T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T23:22:33.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT blows me away!</title><content type='html'>You said "that you hate me, im impossible, insane, hateful, and an 'ass' but positively charming all the same!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I say that I could never hate you, your slightly impossible, not insane, sometimes hateful, very easily an ass, and yes charming all the same!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I just asked if you still read my blogs Im waiting on a reply.... I wonder &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Blake&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1483012483997406818-1001661366298932948?l=blakebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/1001661366298932948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-blows-me-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/1001661366298932948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/1001661366298932948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-blows-me-away.html' title='IT blows me away!'/><author><name>Blake Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810329834645306686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0r87jITpLsw/SUyj011G2oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-TVaO2_3-gk/S220/l_4dcce8004a7a6d4c41e494f6bd887d3d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483012483997406818.post-2798072936086417590</id><published>2009-01-08T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T22:16:12.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder if you know???</title><content type='html'>So today was eventful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:00 a.m.  Hit in the head with giant wood panel and cuts my hand!&lt;br /&gt;10:02 a.m.  Realize we dont have ANY first aid kit.&lt;br /&gt;11:00 a.m.  My friend/boss buys me my first soda of the year to make me feel ok&lt;br /&gt;noon......  We super glue things to the bottom of the desk&lt;br /&gt;12:05 p.m.  we realized we had super glued ourselves!!!&lt;br /&gt;01:26 p.m.  Lunch/wonder if I have a concusion&lt;br /&gt;02:26 p.m.  Everyone laughs about what happend&lt;br /&gt;03:00 p.m.  superglue war resulting in lost arm hair and chemical reactions&lt;br /&gt;03:22 p.m.  Calender guy explains that he is in a relationship/ I ignore him&lt;br /&gt;04:00 p.m.  I have my first customer of the day&lt;br /&gt;04:20 p.m.  My customers daughter runs into the metal sign.  &lt;br /&gt;04:20 p.m.  I laugh uncotrollably resulting in snorting.&lt;br /&gt;07:00 p.m.  I get off of work&lt;br /&gt;07:05 p.m.  I meet Andre at wal mart to help him pick out travel stuff&lt;br /&gt;07:30 p.m.  I start dinner for Lisa&lt;br /&gt;08:20 p.m.  dinner&lt;br /&gt;09:30 p.m.  Ab lounger/ perfect pushup time...  and the PP is sooo hard&lt;br /&gt;10:30 p.m.  Guitar Hero and halo 3 with Lisa... she sucks at both ahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s450.photobucket.com/albums/qq228/blakethespanishjew/?action=view&amp;current=bueno.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i450.photobucket.com/albums/qq228/blakethespanishjew/bueno.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s450.photobucket.com/albums/qq228/blakethespanishjew/?action=view&amp;current=dasani.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i450.photobucket.com/albums/qq228/blakethespanishjew/dasani.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1483012483997406818-2798072936086417590?l=blakebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/2798072936086417590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-wonder-if-you-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/2798072936086417590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/2798072936086417590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-wonder-if-you-know.html' title='I wonder if you know???'/><author><name>Blake Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810329834645306686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0r87jITpLsw/SUyj011G2oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-TVaO2_3-gk/S220/l_4dcce8004a7a6d4c41e494f6bd887d3d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483012483997406818.post-4096511706472504887</id><published>2009-01-08T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T22:01:16.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got hit in the head!</title><content type='html'>So the gate broke last night and maintenance said they fixed it.  Well I get here this morning and Heather is struggling to get it to even move!  So I take over and I'm cranking it up and the wood panel attached to it falls and hits me in the face and cuts my hand.....  it hurt so bad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1483012483997406818-4096511706472504887?l=blakebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/4096511706472504887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-got-hit-in-head.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/4096511706472504887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/4096511706472504887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-got-hit-in-head.html' title='I got hit in the head!'/><author><name>Blake Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810329834645306686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0r87jITpLsw/SUyj011G2oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-TVaO2_3-gk/S220/l_4dcce8004a7a6d4c41e494f6bd887d3d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483012483997406818.post-6857223033929771697</id><published>2009-01-05T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T23:32:52.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so i bought my asics</title><content type='html'>I splurged lol and I'm happy I did so!  I spent $140 on my new shoes I really wanted them though and I needed a little motivation its a bit easier this way!  I am going to st gregs to start it out right.  Anyway lol so a turn of events...  I've lost all trust and care for any relationship other than friendship...  I think I am more capable of physical relationships right now than emotional.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;     I am wanting to go to the holocaust museum this weekend and I just want to have someone to go with that will take it serious...  its kind of a big deal.  Hmm &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......to be continued&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     So I am going to Dallas this weekend and spending time with my aunt Cindy which means im sure we will have alot of fun... Im looking forward to the spring I feel alot of dancing coming on again this year.. but way more and way less clothes lol haahh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/rave" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i473.photobucket.com/albums/rr99/djspikey818/rave-4.jpg" border="0" alt="rave! Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1483012483997406818-6857223033929771697?l=blakebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/6857223033929771697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-i-bought-my-asics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/6857223033929771697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/6857223033929771697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-i-bought-my-asics.html' title='so i bought my asics'/><author><name>Blake Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810329834645306686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0r87jITpLsw/SUyj011G2oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-TVaO2_3-gk/S220/l_4dcce8004a7a6d4c41e494f6bd887d3d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483012483997406818.post-8073075868759373314</id><published>2009-01-04T23:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T23:33:07.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BEAUTIFUL THING</title><content type='html'>SO I have been wanting to do this for a while... I am going to TRY and watch all 50 movies on the greatest gay movie list.  so number 2... because I already watched number 1 (brokeback mountain) was Beautiful thing... and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I def give it 2 thumbs up I loved it and it was just amazing...  Makes you want to go back in that time when you were innocent and anything was possible... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/beautiful%20thing" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h124/JR217_2006/Movies/beautiful_thing_ver1.jpg" border="0" alt="Beautiful Thing Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1483012483997406818-8073075868759373314?l=blakebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/8073075868759373314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/01/beautiful-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/8073075868759373314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/8073075868759373314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/01/beautiful-thing.html' title='BEAUTIFUL THING'/><author><name>Blake Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810329834645306686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0r87jITpLsw/SUyj011G2oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-TVaO2_3-gk/S220/l_4dcce8004a7a6d4c41e494f6bd887d3d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h124/JR217_2006/Movies/th_beautiful_thing_ver1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483012483997406818.post-7442320704720316704</id><published>2009-01-04T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T20:53:27.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One way ticket!!!</title><content type='html'>I know the grass is greener there!!!!  So its almost 11 and I am sooo tired but yet I still stay awake.  So long story short I am wanting to go to the Holocaust Memorial in Dallas on Saturday and its become a bit of a hassle.  hah but I have other news and I will list it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    As part of my new years resolution I will be changing my class schedule so I no longer have anything to do with me ex I am tired of aiding a liar.  I also stood up for myself the last few days and decided not to help out James who totally takes everything for granted.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I am also excited about being back to normal in a few months to celebrate my beginning I am buying new asics tomorrow now thats what I call a happy boy.  anyway... back to my movie.. ENJOY THE NEW SONG!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1483012483997406818-7442320704720316704?l=blakebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/7442320704720316704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-way-ticket.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/7442320704720316704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/7442320704720316704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-way-ticket.html' title='One way ticket!!!'/><author><name>Blake Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810329834645306686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0r87jITpLsw/SUyj011G2oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-TVaO2_3-gk/S220/l_4dcce8004a7a6d4c41e494f6bd887d3d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483012483997406818.post-8422237415801780000</id><published>2009-01-03T00:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T00:22:50.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I care about you</title><content type='html'>I care about you and ill do whatever to make it up to you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1483012483997406818-8422237415801780000?l=blakebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/8422237415801780000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-care-about-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/8422237415801780000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/8422237415801780000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-care-about-you.html' title='I care about you'/><author><name>Blake Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810329834645306686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0r87jITpLsw/SUyj011G2oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-TVaO2_3-gk/S220/l_4dcce8004a7a6d4c41e494f6bd887d3d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483012483997406818.post-3583458745352216717</id><published>2008-12-30T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T19:57:07.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Crayon</title><content type='html'>So....  What is the chance that I did in fact find the brightest color in my crayon box.  I really hope so....  and if so will that color compliment me lol wow!!!  I am not even going to explain this at all.  If you are reading this and your really want to know what I am talking about you just need to ask...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I am just really excited... but do I have the right to be excited.. No not just yet.  its kind of Euphoria, I am in a loss but a good loss wowwwwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I really just need to stop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Anyway My cousin Scott Baumann who I emailed forever ago found me on facebook I was reallllly happy to hear from him and shocked at the same time.  Lets see what is going on in my life as of right now.... Well my friend James is down for a visit for a while he has basically just been spending his days on my couch reading his  books.  We are meeting up with some of my other friends for New Years downtown and it should be fun.  I cant really think about anything because I am so excited about monday wow I need to just hahaahah....... WOW Focus.... ok ok... and then I am off two more days...  I have a date on Monday :).............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH IN OTHER NEWS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    My Ex and Candice have for some reason come to the conclusion I would waste my time and my eggs on Troys car....  bahahah NEVER....  how lame...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Thats all for now I will keep you guys updated on well how everything goes.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Blake&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1483012483997406818-3583458745352216717?l=blakebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/3583458745352216717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2008/12/crayon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/3583458745352216717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/3583458745352216717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2008/12/crayon.html' title='The Crayon'/><author><name>Blake Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810329834645306686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0r87jITpLsw/SUyj011G2oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-TVaO2_3-gk/S220/l_4dcce8004a7a6d4c41e494f6bd887d3d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483012483997406818.post-8781310616566015312</id><published>2008-12-24T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T23:20:25.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas is over!!!</title><content type='html'>So I was stressed over nothing!  I know I am growing up because I look forward to new years so much more than christmas!  All I know is its late and I love my family but I miss my friends so much already.  I realize my friends understand what I stand for and that's something my family does not have.  I seem to be getting along with my oldest brother way more than ever because I'm pretty sure he kinda see's where I'm coming from.  Anyway I'm exhausted so ill blog more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then lovely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Blake&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1483012483997406818-8781310616566015312?l=blakebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/8781310616566015312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-is-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/8781310616566015312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/8781310616566015312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-is-over.html' title='Christmas is over!!!'/><author><name>Blake Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810329834645306686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0r87jITpLsw/SUyj011G2oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-TVaO2_3-gk/S220/l_4dcce8004a7a6d4c41e494f6bd887d3d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483012483997406818.post-8494935836586977338</id><published>2008-12-18T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T21:55:00.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love this song it reminds me of the old days....  Except the good parts lol... Wow how things have changed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2hJO-Nj2KFk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2hJO-Nj2KFk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1483012483997406818-8494935836586977338?l=blakebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/8494935836586977338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-love-this-song-it-reminds-me-of-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/8494935836586977338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/8494935836586977338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-love-this-song-it-reminds-me-of-old.html' title=''/><author><name>Blake Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810329834645306686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0r87jITpLsw/SUyj011G2oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-TVaO2_3-gk/S220/l_4dcce8004a7a6d4c41e494f6bd887d3d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483012483997406818.post-8571591323182473516</id><published>2008-12-18T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T09:12:34.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you T-Mobile!</title><content type='html'>Go figure!  So true story I never pay my mobile bill until the 20th or I get a text message saying its past due....  this month I work sooo much and so I thought it would be nice to call them ans let them know I might be a little late because my next day off is not until christmas eve......  I call and they say oh that's fine you have no payment history problems yada yada yada...  then this morning I realize I can't text or call out!  So I get on my work phone and I call them and they transfer me 8 times until I finally talk to this lady and she says ohhhh well you can't text or call but you can receive all those important calls........  I'm like WHAT ABOUT THOSE IMPORTANT TEXTS!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Anyway.... so I just finished talking to this guy who told me I looked like one of the dudes from avenged sevenfold...  I had to look up the band.... do I really?  So this guy was cool we had a great coversation...  to bad I can only carry on good conversation with straight guys.....  why can't gay guys be more..... straight... you know simple less complicated and not so damn bitchy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1483012483997406818-8571591323182473516?l=blakebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/8571591323182473516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2008/12/thank-you-t-mobile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/8571591323182473516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/8571591323182473516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2008/12/thank-you-t-mobile.html' title='Thank you T-Mobile!'/><author><name>Blake Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810329834645306686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0r87jITpLsw/SUyj011G2oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-TVaO2_3-gk/S220/l_4dcce8004a7a6d4c41e494f6bd887d3d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483012483997406818.post-4340968074756006141</id><published>2008-12-17T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T23:17:53.598-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oklahoma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay'/><title type='text'>December 17th 2008</title><content type='html'>So I have been wanting to figure this out for so long......  "it" is the ability to post blogs via my cellular phone.  Honestly I tend to have quite a bit to say and well my audience is never very large.  I have a lot going on in my life but I'm going to leave that for tomorrows post.  I have to get up in a few hours to go pick up my check for book buybacks because the school has the wrong mailing addy and I don't feel like hunting down a $45 check it is really not worth my time ha!  Well I'm off to bed my loves I have a long day ahead of me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Blake&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1483012483997406818-4340968074756006141?l=blakebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/4340968074756006141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2008/12/ddd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/4340968074756006141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483012483997406818/posts/default/4340968074756006141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakebaumann.blogspot.com/2008/12/ddd.html' title='December 17th 2008'/><author><name>Blake Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810329834645306686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0r87jITpLsw/SUyj011G2oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-TVaO2_3-gk/S220/l_4dcce8004a7a6d4c41e494f6bd887d3d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
