<?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-3808720550570203007</id><updated>2011-07-30T12:46:46.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Brian Crawmer</title><subtitle type='html'>I'm a bit of a lazy blogger...whoops.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancrawmer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808720550570203007/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancrawmer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brian Crawmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16119903045153359606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mdp_6k8Hq00/SzgwDJpiHnI/AAAAAAAAACI/PXSGlXNfPd8/S220/Copy+of+Covers.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808720550570203007.post-7792238798000802456</id><published>2010-01-02T00:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T01:00:33.271-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years</title><content type='html'>So, it's officially 2010. I'm not one to make resolutions - I see them as things people swear they will do, or change, or whatever...and give up after two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I very much am one of those people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So each year we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;traditionally&lt;/span&gt; watch the ball drop on the news. Some people eat black eyed peas for dinner, some people bang pots and pans, but us? We just watch the ball drop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this year, I threw it out the window. I'm tired of the ball drop, honestly. All it is is watching random people in Times Square yell and scream for a few hours, and bands I don't even give a care in the world for play lame music, as well as shameless advertising and annoying TV hosts. Then to top it all off, once the ball drops, you just sit around and watch thousands of people scream and make out on TV just so they can be on TV...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I didn't miss it this year. Instead, I stayed up watching movies. (Though, that's also a tradition of ours is to watch movies till the early hours.) I watched Timeline and Traitor on Netflix. Timeline's a pretty good (and cheesy) movie, but I like it. Used to have it on DVD but we got rid of it a while ago. Traitor was really good too - my first time seeing that one. It has a bit of a liberal message, and it focuses on Islam, but it's still good if you can ignore that easily (which I can.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I also went over to the Navas with my sister for some chicken posole. It was really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, hope you guys had a good New Years. I was up till 4:30 in the morning, so I am pretty tired. That's all for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808720550570203007-7792238798000802456?l=briancrawmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancrawmer.blogspot.com/feeds/7792238798000802456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808720550570203007&amp;postID=7792238798000802456' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808720550570203007/posts/default/7792238798000802456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808720550570203007/posts/default/7792238798000802456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancrawmer.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-years.html' title='New Years'/><author><name>Brian Crawmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16119903045153359606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mdp_6k8Hq00/SzgwDJpiHnI/AAAAAAAAACI/PXSGlXNfPd8/S220/Copy+of+Covers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808720550570203007.post-7780868885693042768</id><published>2009-12-31T14:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T14:11:16.181-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, I lied.</title><content type='html'>Well, I said I'd blog LAST night, but turns out I completely forgot about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could make up some wild excuse, but they say the truth shall set you free. So...the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this...monkey. And he ate my computer. So I couldn't blog at all. I'm sure you know how that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noah knows how that is, cause this monkey used to sneak in his room at night and pee on his bed. Never did catch that monkey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808720550570203007-7780868885693042768?l=briancrawmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancrawmer.blogspot.com/feeds/7780868885693042768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808720550570203007&amp;postID=7780868885693042768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808720550570203007/posts/default/7780868885693042768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808720550570203007/posts/default/7780868885693042768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancrawmer.blogspot.com/2009/12/okay-i-lied.html' title='Okay, I lied.'/><author><name>Brian Crawmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16119903045153359606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mdp_6k8Hq00/SzgwDJpiHnI/AAAAAAAAACI/PXSGlXNfPd8/S220/Copy+of+Covers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808720550570203007.post-1063455476402889710</id><published>2009-12-27T23:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T23:22:21.707-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This one's for Abby</title><content type='html'>I was at the Rees' house today, and Abby asked if I had a blog. I gave her the link, and she didn't hesitate to point out my blog was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pretty&lt;/span&gt; outdated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've updated it now, because of ya! Maybe I'll make myself blog on here more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all. For now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808720550570203007-1063455476402889710?l=briancrawmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancrawmer.blogspot.com/feeds/1063455476402889710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808720550570203007&amp;postID=1063455476402889710' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808720550570203007/posts/default/1063455476402889710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808720550570203007/posts/default/1063455476402889710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancrawmer.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-ones-for-abby.html' title='This one&apos;s for Abby'/><author><name>Brian Crawmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16119903045153359606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mdp_6k8Hq00/SzgwDJpiHnI/AAAAAAAAACI/PXSGlXNfPd8/S220/Copy+of+Covers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808720550570203007.post-8320870192193625310</id><published>2009-05-14T18:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T18:55:10.851-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Authority and Flying Vans</title><content type='html'>Well now, I haven't blogged in a while, but I have excuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, no I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early this month (May 6th) my dad and I flew out to Virginia  because he had several meetings for some jet stuff that I have no idea about, and most likely wouldn't understand anyway. He let me come along so I could drive across country with him, as well as see my friends from Virginia, and relatives in Maryland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent one day in Virginia, and then drove up to Maryland and stayed a few days in Pax - a town in Maryland that I used to live in. We drove by Dameron - another town I used to live in, as well. We also drove up to New Windsor, my dad's home town. During that visit I saw my grandma, my dad's brother, and my dad's sister and her husband, who I hadn't seen in many, many years. I also saw my cousins, one of which I'd never met. She was a total character, and reminds me a LOT of my sister Jamie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove back down to Virginia, and my friend Josh picked me up at Oceana. We spent a few days hanging out and surprising my friends, all of which didn't know I'd come to Virginia. It was really fun. I stayed at Josh's house for the days I was in Suffolk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of the funniest moments went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second night in Virginia, we went to my really good friends, Sarah and Molly's house, and we knocked on the door and I was a bit out of view from the door, so when Molly opened the door she didn't see me at first. It was really funny. Sarah was at work, and Josh called twice, leaving funny voicemails trying to convince her to come straight home.&lt;br /&gt;     When she came home, I was in the kitchen by myself, casually reading a magazine, trying to see what Sarah will do. I'm just out of view from the door, but there's a sort of half-wall in the hallway that looks into the kitchen. I left a note on the door that said "Hi Sarah!" on it, cause last year Josh and I came to hang out, but no one was home, so I left a note on the door that said "Hi Sarah" and she had no idea who it was from till we told her a week later.&lt;br /&gt;     She opened the door and laughed, thinking the note was from Josh. She passed me through the hallway going to the computer room where Molly and Josh were. She said, kind of quietly "is someone in the kitchen...?" and they said, trying so hard not to laugh "I don't know, go check."&lt;br /&gt;     Sarah asked if one of our friends, Robert, was in the kitchen, and Josh said no. Sarah slowly went to the half-wall-window thing, and peeked at me by the corner, and then slowly looked through the opening. Then she gasped and yelled my name, and I was attacked by a barrage of questions about why I was here, saying I was mean for tricking her, saying that it was hilarious, and the like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Josh and I hid her car when she was inside. But Molly ratted us out cause she feared Sarah's wrath. No fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first day I was in Virginia, a few of our friends were at the Dairy Queen in Franklin; a place that we used to hang out at. Andrea, who is a good friend of mine, and Paula, a friend of ours from Brazil were both there. Josh and another friend of ours walked into DQ before me, and I snuck in a minute or so later, but went into the bathroom first, cause there was a HUGE crowd of people, and it would be funny if my friends saw me walking out of the bathroom and sitting down beside them, cause it would confuse them even more. I came over to the table and Andrea saw me and was really surprised. Our friend Marshall also came, and he was pretty surprised, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the day with Josh at his work yesterday, then my dad picked me up. Today's the last day in Virginia, which I'm spending at the BOQ. Tomorrow starts our long days of driving, all the way back to California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the title? That would be telling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808720550570203007-8320870192193625310?l=briancrawmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancrawmer.blogspot.com/feeds/8320870192193625310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808720550570203007&amp;postID=8320870192193625310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808720550570203007/posts/default/8320870192193625310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808720550570203007/posts/default/8320870192193625310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancrawmer.blogspot.com/2009/05/beautiful-authority-and-flying-vans.html' title='Beautiful Authority and Flying Vans'/><author><name>Brian Crawmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16119903045153359606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mdp_6k8Hq00/SzgwDJpiHnI/AAAAAAAAACI/PXSGlXNfPd8/S220/Copy+of+Covers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808720550570203007.post-1986897964028536417</id><published>2009-03-30T03:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T14:35:25.417-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Concert and Prety. Prety Concert? Oh, and Driver's Ed.</title><content type='html'>So, today was the last day of Driver's Ed. I scored a near-perfect on my test today, aaand I passed the class. On to DMV now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep Erica Gomez (I'm pretty sure Gomez is her last name) in your prayers. She's someone who was in my class, and about 30 minutes till the class was going to end, she left the room quickly for a phone call. We heard her start balling a few minutes after. Her cousin (who was 23) was murdered by her cousin's ex-husband, as well as her second-cousin (aged 4), but we don't know why. It was utterly awful and sickening...she was literally torn apart. So just keep her in your prayers. I don't know if she was a Christian, but I sincerely hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Rock the Worship Road Show concert today. Addison Road, Tenth Avenue North, Hawk Nelson, MercyMe and...Jeremy Camp! It was so fun! It was the first time I'd heard Addison and Tenth, and they were really good - I particularly liked TAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the concert I waited in a random line for autographs, and it turned out to be Hawk Nelson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ears hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens when you put teenybopper girls between the ages of 11 and 16 in a line to meet Hawk Nelson, and then ADD Hawk Nelson??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loud noises. Weston belongs in that crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was all cool anyway. They were pretty cool guys though, from Canadia. I met Addison Road after that - they were kind of like, nicer, in a way. Like, HN wasn't rude, but AR talked to people more and such. They had more time I guess, doesn't matter. I would've liked to have met Tenth but the line closed too soon. I really wish Jeremy had done one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to find my mom after that, and she was at the Compassion booth. MercyMe had a little segment where they talked about sponsoring children through Compassion, and I know I personally have really been wanting to sponsor a child from Asia - specifically Indonesia, for a long time. So my mom and I decided to do it. We sponsored an 8-year-old girl from Indonesia in our whole family's name. Her name is Prety Alensya Esriana Laka. I can't wait till we start writing to her and hearing more from the agency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick finishing note, Exchange Students are coming, and for all you Cow-Towners, you should host one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808720550570203007-1986897964028536417?l=briancrawmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancrawmer.blogspot.com/feeds/1986897964028536417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808720550570203007&amp;postID=1986897964028536417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808720550570203007/posts/default/1986897964028536417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808720550570203007/posts/default/1986897964028536417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancrawmer.blogspot.com/2009/03/concert-and-prety-prety-concert-oh-and.html' title='Concert and Prety. Prety Concert? Oh, and Driver&apos;s Ed.'/><author><name>Brian Crawmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16119903045153359606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mdp_6k8Hq00/SzgwDJpiHnI/AAAAAAAAACI/PXSGlXNfPd8/S220/Copy+of+Covers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808720550570203007.post-1408411695077938195</id><published>2009-03-09T00:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T00:37:09.675-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>Church was great. The message was pretty intense. It was weird, not having Jake there with us, and not seeing Alex. Geno tried to pull off Jake's bookstore sign joke, and I was just thinking to myself "don't do it...there's no way you can pull it off...oh, he's gonna do it! wow..." but then he followed up with a "if you reach the parking lot, you've gone too far." That was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who don't know, we recently got a little painted sign by our chapel store that says "Chapel Store". Ironic? Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of my family didn't go to church today, so I had to ride home with my sister. And by ride home, I mean ride to Old Navy, Michael's, Wal-Mart and THEN home. Who cares, I got ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of ice cream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, while Jessie was in Old Navy, I left early to go to Wal-Mart, cause she was going to Michael's, and I hate, hate, HATE Michael's with an undying PASSION. I got bored in Wal-Mart, so I took about a 10 minute walk to the McDonald's by the Target parking lot. It's not that long of a walk really; there just was a lot of traffic. So I got a Cold Fudge Sundae, and took the same walk back, finishing my sundae by the time I got back to Wal-Mart. I walked inside the front doors, and what do I see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mini McDonald's. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I got a work out...though the ice cream probably ruined all of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't do much at home. Dinner was pretty good - my dad made it. We had talapia, which I made. And I stupidly ate the smallest amount of it, and now I feel really dizzy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's a small portion of my life. Have fun with that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808720550570203007-1408411695077938195?l=briancrawmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancrawmer.blogspot.com/feeds/1408411695077938195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808720550570203007&amp;postID=1408411695077938195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808720550570203007/posts/default/1408411695077938195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808720550570203007/posts/default/1408411695077938195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancrawmer.blogspot.com/2009/03/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Brian Crawmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16119903045153359606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mdp_6k8Hq00/SzgwDJpiHnI/AAAAAAAAACI/PXSGlXNfPd8/S220/Copy+of+Covers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808720550570203007.post-8071859037853307482</id><published>2009-03-06T03:50:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T04:13:09.459-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops...</title><content type='html'>What have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; been up to lately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, nothing. Just putting the wrong type of soap in the dishwasher, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mdp_6k8Hq00/SbDkRAbKwOI/AAAAAAAAABo/huNgniTBw_k/s1600-h/Dishwasher+Mess+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mdp_6k8Hq00/SbDkRAbKwOI/AAAAAAAAABo/huNgniTBw_k/s320/Dishwasher+Mess+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309994941492674786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, after stuffing our dishwasher full of dishes, I reached into the sink cabinet (pictured to the right) for the dishwasher soap - the dry kind. And alas, there was only one load's worth left. I glanced at a large bottle of liquid soap beside the dry stuff, and I caught "dish, soap, environmental, and natural". Well, I didn't care to pull out the big thing, and read that it ACTUALLY says "Economically Friendly Liquid Dish Soap"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...Dish soap. Not dish&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;washer&lt;/span&gt; soap. Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after filling up our dishwasher earlier this night, I quickly reached for that soap. I filled up the little cup, closed the door, turned it on and walked away. Stupid? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mdp_6k8Hq00/SbDljYxzq1I/AAAAAAAAABw/W7iQtodYekc/s1600-h/Dishwasher+Mess+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mdp_6k8Hq00/SbDljYxzq1I/AAAAAAAAABw/W7iQtodYekc/s320/Dishwasher+Mess+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309996356779354962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So about an hour or so passed, and Ace of Cakes just ended, when I heard, ironically, the timer for the cake I was baking go off. I got up to go check on it, and what did I find? Take a look up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I wondered if I had put too much soap in. Maybe liquid dishwasher soap needs only about a half of the portion as dry. Then it dawned on me, and I opened the cabinet, pulled out the soap, and read "Dish Soap"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dish soap...not dishwasher. Yeah, idiot, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ran to the towel closet, and grabbed a HUGE stack of towels, and tried soaking up the floor mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mdp_6k8Hq00/SbDmr_JpurI/AAAAAAAAAB4/nOPLGIt3Hgw/s1600-h/Dishwasher+Mess+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mdp_6k8Hq00/SbDmr_JpurI/AAAAAAAAAB4/nOPLGIt3Hgw/s320/Dishwasher+Mess+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309997604030495410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, by then (meaning 15 minutes) I had the floor mess pretty much figured out, but soap was STILL gushing from the bottom of the door. Uh oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mdp_6k8Hq00/SbDnIQsQ34I/AAAAAAAAACA/dhHgMU44Dns/s1600-h/Dishwasher+Mess+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mdp_6k8Hq00/SbDnIQsQ34I/AAAAAAAAACA/dhHgMU44Dns/s320/Dishwasher+Mess+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309998089775406978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A note: I had the flash off on my camera, so all those dark spots in the picture? Yeah, filled with soap. And the bottom of our dishwasher is about 2 or 3 inches deep, as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after about an hour of soaking up towel after towel with soapy water, and scooping out piles of soap with my hands, using a serious estimate of 20+ towels, I thought I had it all under control. It looked pretty clean...I didn't see much soap. So I turned on the rinse cycle, and walked off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the rinse cycle finished, I opened the door to see MORE soap! At least it didn't go all over the floor this time...Rinse and repeat, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after about an hour of rinse cycle, towel drying and repeating, I ran two more rinse cycles, and ALL the soap was gone! It was finished! I only drenched all of our towels. If Ben was here, he'd slap me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a lesson to be learned from this? Yeah, make sure you're using the right soap in your dishwasher! I'm kind of scared to go into the kitchen right now. The dishwasher is running, and for all I know, there could be another soap explosion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least half of the kitchen floor is streaky clean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808720550570203007-8071859037853307482?l=briancrawmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancrawmer.blogspot.com/feeds/8071859037853307482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808720550570203007&amp;postID=8071859037853307482' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808720550570203007/posts/default/8071859037853307482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808720550570203007/posts/default/8071859037853307482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancrawmer.blogspot.com/2009/03/oops.html' title='Oops...'/><author><name>Brian Crawmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16119903045153359606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mdp_6k8Hq00/SzgwDJpiHnI/AAAAAAAAACI/PXSGlXNfPd8/S220/Copy+of+Covers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mdp_6k8Hq00/SbDkRAbKwOI/AAAAAAAAABo/huNgniTBw_k/s72-c/Dishwasher+Mess+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808720550570203007.post-6429569277498541279</id><published>2009-02-17T00:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T00:40:55.127-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Japanese Day with the Navas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mdp_6k8Hq00/SZpLngOyhfI/AAAAAAAAABI/pkZ2wAEZn8Q/s1600-h/Japanese+Day+with+Navas+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 158px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mdp_6k8Hq00/SZpLngOyhfI/AAAAAAAAABI/pkZ2wAEZn8Q/s320/Japanese+Day+with+Navas+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303634653221127666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was great. So, it was raining pretty much all day (which, coincidentally, Alex said that today's weather is a lot like the weather in Japan) and Alex picked me up around 11 with Lucia, and we drove to Fresno. Lucia fell asleep on the way to the Japanese Market (called "Central Fish Center") when we got there, I was surprised at how big it was. It wasn't giant, but I mean, Lemoore's Asian Market is pretty small, and Tiny Tokyo in Virginia is about medium-sized, but this was pretty big. We got Gyoza(potstickers) and Fish and Chips for lunch, and dude, that Gyoza were so GOOD! We also got Japanese drinks to go with it. Lucia and I got a soda called Ramuné and Alex got a can of green tea. The soda was really cool, I had a melon flavor and Lucia had orange (which took her the whole hour+ s&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mdp_6k8Hq00/SZpLnWuLGoI/AAAAAAAAABA/ikIv9mEmK9A/s1600-h/Japanese+Day+with+Navas+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 203px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mdp_6k8Hq00/SZpLnWuLGoI/AAAAAAAAABA/ikIv9mEmK9A/s320/Japanese+Day+with+Navas+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303634650668407426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hopping trip to finish) and the bottle has this cool shape, and you push this little cap into the whole at the top of the bottle, and it releases a marble into the top part of the bottle, which like, releases carbonation into the soda. It's just a fun drink really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we did all our shopping, and drove back to his house. Alex and I were talking about lots of stuff, and Lucia kept playing a like, hand slapping game with me. She's crazy. When we got to her house, Aida and I started cooking, and Celeya (that's how they spell it, right?) and Lucia were playing together. Alex had to go get bacon and cream cheese, and Aida and I finished all the prepping before he got back. She wa&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mdp_6k8Hq00/SZpLoAQfbNI/AAAAAAAAABY/VmNpc0bB0rU/s1600-h/Japanese+Day+with+Navas+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 154px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mdp_6k8Hq00/SZpLoAQfbNI/AAAAAAAAABY/VmNpc0bB0rU/s320/Japanese+Day+with+Navas+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303634661818199250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;s cooking and all, and the Kelsos and Jessie got to the Navas' house, so a bit after, Alex cut the fresh tuna we got, and I started to make the sushi (with many jokes cracked my way. Yes, I am WHITE!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Jake and I had raw fish in our sushi for the first time. It was...interesting. I mean, I liked it, but it totally takes getting used to...Jake was all out ready to do it though, he wasn't gonna back down. Haha, Jake's great. Alex recorded us doing it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit after we ate, and all the food was really good. The Yakisoba had to be my favorite. Jake baked a pineapple upside-down cake, and that was really, REALLY good! We had ice cream with it, and I was sitting by Celeya, and she practically ate it in a twinkling of an eye, whereas Lucia &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mdp_6k8Hq00/SZpLoT6nmpI/AAAAAAAAABg/Ehxy50Gf7t8/s1600-h/Japanese+Day+with+Navas+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 152px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mdp_6k8Hq00/SZpLoT6nmpI/AAAAAAAAABg/Ehxy50Gf7t8/s320/Japanese+Day+with+Navas+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303634667095169682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;took a few years to eat even a quarter of it. She's silly - Alex and I finished our food by the time she had finished half of a fish at the market today, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levi started to get grumpy so I went to the living room to play with him and the girls, and before I knew it, it turned into an all-out "Brian throw me!" "Brian lift me up!" "Bahn ahp! Agen!" and wrestle fest. It was fun though. Levi was grabbing my nose like he wanted to rip it right off though, and it felt like he was trying! And the girls were climbing all over me, it was lots of fun though. So by the time my arms were about to&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mdp_6k8Hq00/SZpLnxR0NII/AAAAAAAAABQ/nDgZbzjS2GM/s1600-h/Japanese+Day+with+Navas+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 125px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mdp_6k8Hq00/SZpLnxR0NII/AAAAAAAAABQ/nDgZbzjS2GM/s320/Japanese+Day+with+Navas+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303634657797223554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; fall off from tossing them around and such, I went back to the kitchen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...And then back to the living room. Hey, what can I say? When they start shouting "Brian! Brian! Come back!", I can't say no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the whole day was tuns of fun, and I'm really glad we could all do it. We'll have to have a Southeast Asian party at our house or something sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extra note:&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about the pictures jumbled about. It was kinda difficult to put them anywhere with the format I have...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808720550570203007-6429569277498541279?l=briancrawmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancrawmer.blogspot.com/feeds/6429569277498541279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808720550570203007&amp;postID=6429569277498541279' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808720550570203007/posts/default/6429569277498541279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808720550570203007/posts/default/6429569277498541279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancrawmer.blogspot.com/2009/02/japanese-day-with-navas.html' title='Japanese Day with the Navas'/><author><name>Brian Crawmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16119903045153359606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mdp_6k8Hq00/SzgwDJpiHnI/AAAAAAAAACI/PXSGlXNfPd8/S220/Copy+of+Covers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mdp_6k8Hq00/SZpLngOyhfI/AAAAAAAAABI/pkZ2wAEZn8Q/s72-c/Japanese+Day+with+Navas+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808720550570203007.post-3204690198675636271</id><published>2008-12-27T14:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T14:25:52.764-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>Christmas was great, except for the fact that I didn't sleep a wink on Christmas Eve (more like a half-conscious or wide awake feeling) but after agonizing hours waiting for 7:00, I settled for 6:40. Took a while to get everyone up and ready to see what "Santa" brought us. The kids got bikes, and I got a black Greg Bennett electro-acoustic, a stand, semi-hard case, amp, and some accessories. We hung out for a while, then got ready to go to Ashley and Jacob's house to spend the rest of the day there. After a...long time of getting ready, we left. Ashley was really excited, and Levi was in a great mood. Jake had baked a whole load of treats. We opened gifts after breakfast, and the girls started cooking again. Ashley had me chop vegetables for her; I wanted to use my new Chinese Cleaver that I had gotten. My celery were full of "imagin-A-shin" and the potatoes all were chopped with a "PITE!" (or some sound like that...) and I chopped the onions quickly without getting "emotional-involve" (as Martin Yan puts it all.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got Jake and Ashley a glass salt and peppercorn grinder, so Alton Brown wouldn't be mad at them for using pre-ground pepper anymore. (All of these are jokes that Jake and I have, referencing to either Martin Yan from Yan Can Cook or Alton Brown from Good Eats)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got a game called Mirror's Edge for my 360, and I really wanted that. Only thing is that my 360 is being repaired by Microsoft...so I won't have it for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had Christmas dinner, and it was really good. We opened stockings, watched Horton Hears a Who! and Jake's brother and his girlfriend came over. We had espresso and dessert, they left a while after, and we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a shortened version of my Christmas. What about yours?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808720550570203007-3204690198675636271?l=briancrawmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancrawmer.blogspot.com/feeds/3204690198675636271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808720550570203007&amp;postID=3204690198675636271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808720550570203007/posts/default/3204690198675636271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808720550570203007/posts/default/3204690198675636271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancrawmer.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Brian Crawmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16119903045153359606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mdp_6k8Hq00/SzgwDJpiHnI/AAAAAAAAACI/PXSGlXNfPd8/S220/Copy+of+Covers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808720550570203007.post-7610230920641726605</id><published>2008-12-20T00:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T00:43:54.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Twitter</title><content type='html'>Heh, this thing's pretty cool. I just made a profile on there yesterday and it's fun. Follow up on me, my name is briancrawmer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808720550570203007-7610230920641726605?l=briancrawmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancrawmer.blogspot.com/feeds/7610230920641726605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808720550570203007&amp;postID=7610230920641726605' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808720550570203007/posts/default/7610230920641726605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808720550570203007/posts/default/7610230920641726605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancrawmer.blogspot.com/2008/12/twitter.html' title='Twitter'/><author><name>Brian Crawmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16119903045153359606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mdp_6k8Hq00/SzgwDJpiHnI/AAAAAAAAACI/PXSGlXNfPd8/S220/Copy+of+Covers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808720550570203007.post-1484992061605389837</id><published>2008-12-19T02:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T03:17:32.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a bit about today, for Geno</title><content type='html'>Haha, today was pretty fun. I woke up at the unearthly time of 9:30ish, had breakfast with Levi (like 17 bowls of cereal and some granola bars, oh and milk. Gotta have milk.) I so remembered Ashley and Jake's anniversary...heh. Jake ordered flowers for Ashley...but she accidentally found out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demetri Martin is on Comedy Central, he's so hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around lunch time Jessica came over and worked on a project with Ashley. Jake was sick again and I had Levi most of the time. (It's hard to write this while watching Demetri) I made everyone quesodillas and added my own special kick to it, and I guess it was a hit, but I thought adding onion or garlic powder to food was the norm. I use garlic salt a lot, it's good, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah...I tried making grits for breakfast, but it's been so long since I've used a gas burner (in VA we had electric) that it took me at least 30 minutes and it made a huge mess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to church around 3:00 and hung out with Geno and Kelly. Kelly showed me how to make an Espresso-Cola for Geno, and helped me make a Mocha Chapel Chiller. I only came for the free Chiller. Totally. Luke came a while later and Geno, Luke and I worked on sound stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Luke's house after that, hung out with Sam cause Luke was gone, then went to Ashley's house and waited for my mom and ate pizza. My siblings were there so it was...loud. (I helped though I guess.) On the ride home I had to listen through two agonizing Eric Dodge songs, then since it was my turn, I listened to the Portugese radio (ooold Tuga music, man) and then Brian Brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The box to ship my Xbox to Microsoft for repairs also came today, so I have it packed and ready to ship off tomorrow. Should get it about a week after Christmas, hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I watched some House and Psyche, and now Demetri Martin is on CC, like I said, and there's a new blog post for Geno, by request.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808720550570203007-1484992061605389837?l=briancrawmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancrawmer.blogspot.com/feeds/1484992061605389837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808720550570203007&amp;postID=1484992061605389837' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808720550570203007/posts/default/1484992061605389837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808720550570203007/posts/default/1484992061605389837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancrawmer.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-bit-about-today-for-geno.html' title='Just a bit about today, for Geno'/><author><name>Brian Crawmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16119903045153359606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mdp_6k8Hq00/SzgwDJpiHnI/AAAAAAAAACI/PXSGlXNfPd8/S220/Copy+of+Covers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808720550570203007.post-3272754536166807708</id><published>2008-12-05T02:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T02:13:11.117-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Poppin'</title><content type='html'>Jessica says that too much. Eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, last week we got home safely to California late on Friday night, and we surprised the Kelsos. (Ashley, Jake and Levi. Too annoying to type their names over and over. Or I'm just too lazy...) It was great - Levi is so big now! He's adorable. I'm staying with my family in a BOQ (Bachelor Officer's Quarters) and it's not too bad. It's basically an apartment for Navy Personnel. Though for the last few days I've been at Ashley's house. I got a mohawk the other day, and even if Jessica hates it, and some friends think it's weird, a lot of people love it, and I love it. So...yep. Jake's been really sick lately, but I think he's getting better now. We think Leafy might be getting it too, though. I heard Jamie and Michael were throwing up. I feel weird breathing through my nose, like kind of burning, but I'm fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lemoore Outreach is this Saturday, I'm pretty stoked for that. It's been a long time since I've been on an Outreach, I really loved it last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke needs a haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he needs to use picks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Guitar" (as I've been told to refer to it as) was fun today. During &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Singing You a Love Song&lt;/span&gt; I didn't strum, since a few chords were new to me; but I practiced switching my fingers, trying to keep as much in-sync with everyone else. I played Emmanuel along with everyone else. It was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a chow-mein/chop suey type dish tonight for dinner. Don't ask Ashley about matchstick carrots...I love to cook -ESPECIALLY Asian food. It was pretty cool though, I just put together what I thought would go good together right off-hand, and it ended up tasting great. I found a pretty nice Santoku at the store the other day and showed Ashley, and she eagerly got it. (After hearing about my Santoku at home.) It was a huge improvement to her old Chef's Knife, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's just a bit on what's been going on. God bless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808720550570203007-3272754536166807708?l=briancrawmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancrawmer.blogspot.com/feeds/3272754536166807708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808720550570203007&amp;postID=3272754536166807708' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808720550570203007/posts/default/3272754536166807708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808720550570203007/posts/default/3272754536166807708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancrawmer.blogspot.com/2008/12/whats-poppin.html' title='What&apos;s Poppin&apos;'/><author><name>Brian Crawmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16119903045153359606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mdp_6k8Hq00/SzgwDJpiHnI/AAAAAAAAACI/PXSGlXNfPd8/S220/Copy+of+Covers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808720550570203007.post-6407141265743095273</id><published>2008-11-23T19:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T19:13:11.284-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Move to California</title><content type='html'>Wow, finally I've gotten to a computer. I checked my email and there were plus-30 emails...painful. The trip is going...so-so. We're at a Hollyday Inn right now (or whatever it's called.) Mom's been really sick all day, so we've only gotten to Danville! (Everything's got a ville around here...) Anyway, I guess it's not too bad. I was happy cause I accidentally ran into four of my friends today when we were at Wal-Mart getting a hitch-bag before we left Franklin. Paris has been sleeping on my lap. She's MY dog now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, right...She's Mom's dog, sorry Jessie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we're off to Ci Ci's Pizza now. See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808720550570203007-6407141265743095273?l=briancrawmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancrawmer.blogspot.com/feeds/6407141265743095273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808720550570203007&amp;postID=6407141265743095273' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808720550570203007/posts/default/6407141265743095273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808720550570203007/posts/default/6407141265743095273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancrawmer.blogspot.com/2008/11/move-to-california.html' title='Move to California'/><author><name>Brian Crawmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16119903045153359606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mdp_6k8Hq00/SzgwDJpiHnI/AAAAAAAAACI/PXSGlXNfPd8/S220/Copy+of+Covers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808720550570203007.post-3965449809617482052</id><published>2008-11-07T02:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T02:34:49.475-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Paintball, Paris and other things</title><content type='html'>Well wow, our internet has been down a lot lately. It's been raining a lot, and if it's not raining, it's windy, or cloudy, or all three at once.  But anyway, last...Saturday, I think it was, I went paintballing for the first time with a lot of my friends. It was really fun, I loved it. My friend Justin and I sniped together a lot. In the first round my gun's spring came loose, so I had to go out of the field to fix it. Justin had been shot down already (gotta say...it was funny how it happened) and he helped me fix it. We were on the Green team (out of my friends, me, Josh, Robert, Justin, Aaron, Stephen, Nathan, Zack and some others) and a group of 5 or so Oranges walked out of the field, most of them covered in paint. Josh and Robert have a...reputation, and Justin and I looked at each other and laughed. "Josh must be out there"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in the next round some guy on our team basically thought he was team captain, and started barking orders around, but since it's more squad based, I just stuck with a few friends. I was going forward with Nathan and some others, and that guy who was yelling orders got shot in the finger, and I saw who did it and shot the guy. Then someone called to me and I turned back to ask what, and got shot in the neck. It didn't actually hurt so bad...I guess the anticipation is what hurts the most. But anyway, I lifted my guy and arm up (it had my color on it) and yelled "I'm out!" (you say that when you get bursted, as in shot and the paint bursts on you. A burst is a kill, a splatter or bounce off doesn't count) and then I got shot right in my visor...then my chest, then my side, and finally they realized that hey, that guy is out! Looking back though, it was pretty funny. (Though probably more funny to the opposite team. Some people think it's funny to shoot people repeatedly after they're out. Too bad for them, it just wastes their own ammo. =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funniest part was when I was walking out, I was in this kudzu type area, and then out pops Stephen, and shoots my leg. And I yelled "I'm out!" cause I didn't realize it was Stephen at first, and then Justin said "Try shooting the people who aren't on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;our&lt;/span&gt; side." Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother's friend Josh (not my friend Josh, there are two of them here) was on the Orange team, and I told him before hand that I was going to shoot him so I could say to Michael "Hey...I shot your friend today. It was funny." jokingly, and it just happened that when Justin and me were sniping up on top of an arena-like area with a stream running in between two hills (we were on top of the western hill behind cover) that I saw Michael's friend come running through the stream, and I aimed and shot him in his head (aiming for his shoulder, but paintballs go up...) and he yelled "Ah geez. I'm out!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story...less long, I got 4 kills, and seeing as there were 20+ guys per team, making nearly 50 total, my friends said I did good. So that's cool. I definitely want to look into it when I get to California. Apparently California is big on paintballing, and there's a speedball court in Lemoore. I have this old Springfield rifle body, just the wood and no metal that I got years ago for Christmas, and I haven't had a use for it, but Josh was over the other day and he saw it and told me it would be perfect for tricking out a paintball gun into. Josh tricked out both of his guns, and he said if I'm ever interested in it, to ask his brother (also my friend, he was on the Orange team) Daniel about it. So that will be cool to do if I ever get into it. (I probably will.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, about Paris...she's my buddy now, so Jessica, sorry, I don't think she'll remember you. ^^ Paris follows me around a lot, even with mom here. And no, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have food with me! ...Most of the time. Paris is with me here right now even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, the move is going well so far I suppose, can't wait to get out to California, but I will miss my friends here a lot too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808720550570203007-3965449809617482052?l=briancrawmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancrawmer.blogspot.com/feeds/3965449809617482052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808720550570203007&amp;postID=3965449809617482052' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808720550570203007/posts/default/3965449809617482052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808720550570203007/posts/default/3965449809617482052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancrawmer.blogspot.com/2008/11/paintball-paris-and-other-things.html' title='Paintball, Paris and other things'/><author><name>Brian Crawmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16119903045153359606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mdp_6k8Hq00/SzgwDJpiHnI/AAAAAAAAACI/PXSGlXNfPd8/S220/Copy+of+Covers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808720550570203007.post-4040601935200171559</id><published>2008-10-22T00:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T00:53:04.518-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Whatever</title><content type='html'>Well I haven't blogged much lately, I guess there hasn't been a lot to write about. Co-op was yesterday, it was pretty fun. Josh and I were taking turns holding my hoodie, and later an umbrella up so when we took pictures for the year book there wasn't a glare on the camera. Oh, by the way, when we were doing this, we were standing awkwardly on metal porch railing. Good thing we didn't slip...(Long way down.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to Erik Mongrain- okay well now Queen just turned on, but still. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; listening to Erik Mongrain. His music is great, it's all instrumental (just his very unique style of playing the guitar) and pretty "soothing" or "calming" Whatever sweet little word you'd like to use, it is. Pretty catchy as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I really miss the California Crowd, and I can't wait to get back in California. I will miss my friends here of course, and it's also sad that my friends are sad too, but if I had to choose California or Virginia...no game...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, gotta cut this short. I'll write more if I ever come up with something to write about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808720550570203007-4040601935200171559?l=briancrawmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancrawmer.blogspot.com/feeds/4040601935200171559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808720550570203007&amp;postID=4040601935200171559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808720550570203007/posts/default/4040601935200171559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808720550570203007/posts/default/4040601935200171559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancrawmer.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-whatever.html' title='Just Whatever'/><author><name>Brian Crawmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16119903045153359606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mdp_6k8Hq00/SzgwDJpiHnI/AAAAAAAAACI/PXSGlXNfPd8/S220/Copy+of+Covers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808720550570203007.post-3271408999414236920</id><published>2008-10-11T22:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T22:24:34.328-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Peanut Fest and Triple-T's Show</title><content type='html'>Today I went to the Peanut Fest here in Suffolk to watch Jamie's show for gymnastics. She did great, haha. It was difficult taking pictures (yet I did) cause Jamie's level were usually not facing the stage. I kept thinking in my head "get more pictures or Jessie will be mad" and I'd take a few more, and then think "No matter how many I take, she'll never be satisfied." Hehe. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we got some tickets for rides and I walked around waiting for some friends. Most of my friends who said they'd come ended up not being able to come, but a few still could come. We went on a few rides and all, so that was fun. My friend Desireé had all her nieces and nephews with her some of the time, so we were walking all over with them, me holding one and holding another one's hand, her pushing one in a stroller and walking by another (the kids didn't like any of the other friends =P I don't know why they picked me to like though.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran into a few other friends as well, and completely lost Mom...(Go figure.) But we got home anyway, and surprisingly the kids stuck to their deal of going straight to bed after ice cream. (How long will that last?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808720550570203007-3271408999414236920?l=briancrawmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancrawmer.blogspot.com/feeds/3271408999414236920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808720550570203007&amp;postID=3271408999414236920' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808720550570203007/posts/default/3271408999414236920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808720550570203007/posts/default/3271408999414236920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancrawmer.blogspot.com/2008/10/peanut-fest-and-triple-ts-show.html' title='Peanut Fest and Triple-T&apos;s Show'/><author><name>Brian Crawmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16119903045153359606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mdp_6k8Hq00/SzgwDJpiHnI/AAAAAAAAACI/PXSGlXNfPd8/S220/Copy+of+Covers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808720550570203007.post-4865276501841418683</id><published>2008-10-10T16:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T16:37:11.659-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Skate Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mdp_6k8Hq00/SO-81_H9hUI/AAAAAAAAAAo/V0mz8E6CzNk/s1600-h/1010081332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mdp_6k8Hq00/SO-81_H9hUI/AAAAAAAAAAo/V0mz8E6CzNk/s320/1010081332.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255626925828572482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today was the good ol' Treasure skate day, it was pretty fun (though I never skated =P My skates are for the street and are REALLY slippery in the rink) and I saw a friend I hadn't seen in a long time.  We mostly just talked and such, it was funny watching the other people skate though. Noah was skating all around the rink (more like walking, but he wasn't even having help! He  must be a big boy now...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa of course was being...Vanessa.  She's err, pretty flirty for a 3 year old.  Sorry - flirtatious.  That word sounds so dumb. Google is in the dictionary now, why not "flirty" instead of flirtatious?! (It's true. "To Google" is a verb apparently.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, it was good to see them all. Raymond keeps getting flack from some guys for having long hair. If only I didn't cut mine, I'd be able to back him up better. =P It was worth it cutting mine, yet not worth it. Mine was a mess, I guess I didn't take care of it as well as I should've most of the time. Better luck next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well hopefully there will be more skate days and stuff like that so I can see friends who don't go to Treasure anymore, like Blake and Kayla.  Anyway, Peanut Fest to go to tomorrow for some event Jamie is in, I guess that will be fun. Haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808720550570203007-4865276501841418683?l=briancrawmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancrawmer.blogspot.com/feeds/4865276501841418683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808720550570203007&amp;postID=4865276501841418683' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808720550570203007/posts/default/4865276501841418683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808720550570203007/posts/default/4865276501841418683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancrawmer.blogspot.com/2008/10/skate-day.html' title='Skate Day'/><author><name>Brian Crawmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16119903045153359606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mdp_6k8Hq00/SzgwDJpiHnI/AAAAAAAAACI/PXSGlXNfPd8/S220/Copy+of+Covers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mdp_6k8Hq00/SO-81_H9hUI/AAAAAAAAAAo/V0mz8E6CzNk/s72-c/1010081332.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808720550570203007.post-1045944137099513776</id><published>2008-10-10T01:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T01:40:37.308-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Well then</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Well since my sisters both made a blog, I couldn't be left out of all the...fun. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I guess I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;might&lt;/span&gt; as well update this so I can keep you all up to date on my ever so exciting life, full of stay-at-home weekends, days of school, followed by watching the boys while Jamie lives at gymnastics. Err, goes to gymnastics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I'm only kidding. It's not that bad. I mean, there &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; bright sides, such as...Halo. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, I'm sure I'll add stuff into this, I mean it's not the first time I've ever had a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tchau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808720550570203007-1045944137099513776?l=briancrawmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancrawmer.blogspot.com/feeds/1045944137099513776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808720550570203007&amp;postID=1045944137099513776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808720550570203007/posts/default/1045944137099513776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808720550570203007/posts/default/1045944137099513776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancrawmer.blogspot.com/2008/10/well-then.html' title='Well then'/><author><name>Brian Crawmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16119903045153359606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mdp_6k8Hq00/SzgwDJpiHnI/AAAAAAAAACI/PXSGlXNfPd8/S220/Copy+of+Covers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
